This is a story about a man, a billionaire who happened to find himself in a dark pit of despair.

Having suffered a traumatic past, he is both mentally and emotionally unstable but ironically keeps a facade of calm and never seems to be swayed by anything-well, with the exception of a certain someone.

He is plagued and tormented by a demon from childhood, caged in his own mind.

Being an atheist, he despises religion-especially Christianity. But as fate would have it, he is saved by the very thing he despised.

Bittersweet-this is the story of his transition out of the darkness into the light.
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Be still and know that he is God.

Bittersweet

*Trigger Warning~Chapter contains a scene of abuse.* 


 As the two little kids got into the old Benz, they wondered about where the old man was taking them. 


Shortly, they arrived at an old-looking house but it had managed to withstand many seasons and times. He brought them into the house. Inside, it looked like an antique museum. 


"Make yourselves comfortable while I go prepare your baths." 


"My grandchildren visit me every year, they forgot their clothes here last Christmas." 


"They're about your age, you remind me of them." He smiled at them both. 


He went into the kitchen and brought out two steaming cups of chocolate. He placed it in front of them. 


"My grandchildren love chocolate, I hope you like it too." He went upstairs to get their bathes ready. 


The two exchanged excited looks. They picked a cup of chocolate each and did justice to it. 


Past