♡Astrid♡Mum eventually found out. Freya was at my place because, well, according to her, Alexia had stopped by to ask about Freya's well-being.We'd set up a meeting by evening, and that explained why I'm sitting across from my mother—again. Different restaurant this time, but Freya was next to me, fidgeting slightly with the hem of her sleeve.Mum's gaze was unreadable, and while Freya stared down at her hands, I decided to let the cat out of the bag."We have an issue," I started, and Mum pressed her lips together, her expression unreadable."Still doesn't explain why Freya was in your house and you didn't care to tell me about it," she shot back, a bite to her tone, her fingers tightening around the glass of water in front of her.I ignored it, forcing myself to stay calm."It's about Derrick," I continued, and Mum sat up a little straighter. The movement was subtle, but I saw it. Her gaze flicked to Freya before returning to me, now slightly guarded."And what about him?" she a
♡Astrid♡Once we got home, I made sure Freya had freshened up and gone to bed before I waited for Adrian in the living room.I knew he wasn't back because one of his cars wasn't in the garage, and the easier way to get him was to wait for him in the living room.I sat on the couch and tipped my head back before closing my eyes. God, I was so fucking tired.It sucks having a mother who wouldn't believe she made a poor choice of a man who abused a child under his care and was ready to do so to another a couple of years later.It totally sucks.I had a lot on my mind that I had no idea when I drifted off.Someone was touching me. Soft finger brushes across my cheeks, and they were tucking my hair behind my ear.The touch drifted down, and I tensed up immediately. Derrick.The smell of wood and body wash. It irritated me—I hated it.It went further down and down; I could feel it on my thighs. I shook my head, muttering words that weren't audible even to me.I hated when he touched me. He
♡Astrid♡"What? Why?" he asked and I sucked in a breath and leaned slightly into the couch."He tried to abuse Freya," I whispered and his brows furrowed. "What?""I know it's hard to believe, but... that's why she's here. Lucky for her, she got away before it got worse."He shook his head slowly. "That's... horrible."I nodded. At least one person agreed."Do you have proof? Anything? Freya’s word probably won't be enough."He didn’t know I was once a victim too. Nobody knew and neither did Adrian.I never told him when we were dating. I thought I was healed. But seeing it happen to my sister—by that same man—showed me I’d only buried it."There are two witnesses. And a text."He raised a brow. "A witness aside from Freya?"I nodded and met his eyes. He looked at me for a long second, before they narrowed slightly."Who's the other witness?"I gave a small casual shrug. "Some girl..."But it seemed like he'd picked up on my body language. "Did he touch you too?" His voice was cold,
♡Astrid♡After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I sauntered out to go find Adrian. If I was lucky, he would still be at home, but if not, I'd have to call him.I walked up to his door and knocked. Once. Twice. There was no response.I turned away and walked toward the gym. He’d left. A little earlier than usual.Pushing the door open, I walked into the cold space. I should burn a few calories and get off some tension before seeing Joan and Aaron.And there I paused. He was there.His body glistened with sweat as he hit the punching bag like it didn’t hurt. Every punch echoed in the room. The muscles in his back flexed with every move, and those pants?He really needed to stop wearing them. It should’ve been illegal to look that good in sweatpants.“Enjoying the view?” His voice came out raspy and in quick breaths. I quickly cleared my throat and walked farther into the room.“What are you talking about?” I asked, glancing at the treadmill. I walked toward it.He stopped hitting
♤Adrian♤Astrid stepped in front of me as we walked into the restaurant. I watched her dominate the space.She probably didn't know it, but whenever she walked into a room, she owned it. The air shifted—and then it was all about her. I liked it then. I still do now.Her hips swayed in the black dress she wore, drawing my attention to it. Her dress ended mid-thigh. And, well, it turns out she was the hottest woman I’d seen in a while. And it did something to my insides that she had my ring on her finger—whether real or fake.Tucking both hands into my pockets, I followed at a steady pace as she sashayed to the table where Aaron and his fiancée sat.The smile on Aaron’s face dropped the second he saw her. Then his expression hardened when he saw me.I just raised a brow."Hey. Sorry, we’re late," Astrid said, and I pulled her chair out. She glanced at me, her eyes softening."Thank you," she muttered, brushing her fingers over my arm. I nodded and sat down next to her."No, no, we ju
♤Adrian♤Once Astrid and Joan finished whatever it was they were all about — the wedding — Astrid and I got home and went our separate ways.I walked into my bedroom, shut the door, and undressed quickly. Grabbing my laptop from the nightstand, I sat on the bed and opened it.I still had some digging to do on Derrick before meeting with him.I’d had one of my men fix a fake meeting with him to discuss “goods.”Obviously, after he disappeared from Astrid's life nine or ten years ago, he went into drug trafficking. Now, suddenly, he reappears — needing a new place to stay after being on the wanted list in California. He moves back to Brooklyn, and well… Maya lets him in.Unknown to her, she’s harboring a hard-core criminal. And not just that. He tried abusing his own daughter. There are records of him sexually abusing girls in California. Turns out he's not only a drug trafficker — he's a pedophile and a rapist.And that brings me to why I'm invested in this case.He touched Astrid.
~Astrid~I moved around the room as the guests chatted and the engagement party went on. Organizing this engagement party for one of the biggest names in the tech industry was my proudest achievement this year. The lights were dimmed just right, casting a warm glow over the elegant centerpieces and spotless glassware. Each table had delicate arrangements of ivory roses, just as the bride had requested in her very specific notes. It was flawless.After working as an event planner for the last two years, I knew this party could finally put my name on the map. I’d been on the grind, taking small gigs, dealing with difficult clients, and working late nights just to prove myself. And now, here I was, overseeing an engagement party that every guest seemed to be talking about. The compliments from the guests filled me with pride—this was exactly the kind of buzz I needed. I glanced around, making sure everything was in place. Everything looked perfect.“Ash,” a voice snapped me out of my t
~Astrid~"Why are you here?" Adrian asked, his tone flat, and I stared at him for a long moment, feeling a flicker of something dark and bitter before I caught myself. I let out a slow breath, forcing myself to keep it together.I should have known he was Mr. Voss. How could I have missed that? It seemed so obvious now, looking at him—every detail exactly as I remembered, but somehow worse. Standing there with that same face that had once felt like home to me. Stupidly handsome, still. Cruel in the way that beauty could be cruel.It had been, what, five years? A pang tightened in my chest. Five years since he broke me. He was getting married, while I was still here, quietly picking up the pieces of my shattered heart."Considering I’m the event planner, that question seems a bit ridiculous, don’t you think?" I replied, keeping my voice light and professional. I felt oddly proud of myself for staying so composed, for keeping the bitterness and hurt buried beneath the surface.He didn’t
♤Adrian♤Once Astrid and Joan finished whatever it was they were all about — the wedding — Astrid and I got home and went our separate ways.I walked into my bedroom, shut the door, and undressed quickly. Grabbing my laptop from the nightstand, I sat on the bed and opened it.I still had some digging to do on Derrick before meeting with him.I’d had one of my men fix a fake meeting with him to discuss “goods.”Obviously, after he disappeared from Astrid's life nine or ten years ago, he went into drug trafficking. Now, suddenly, he reappears — needing a new place to stay after being on the wanted list in California. He moves back to Brooklyn, and well… Maya lets him in.Unknown to her, she’s harboring a hard-core criminal. And not just that. He tried abusing his own daughter. There are records of him sexually abusing girls in California. Turns out he's not only a drug trafficker — he's a pedophile and a rapist.And that brings me to why I'm invested in this case.He touched Astrid.
♤Adrian♤Astrid stepped in front of me as we walked into the restaurant. I watched her dominate the space.She probably didn't know it, but whenever she walked into a room, she owned it. The air shifted—and then it was all about her. I liked it then. I still do now.Her hips swayed in the black dress she wore, drawing my attention to it. Her dress ended mid-thigh. And, well, it turns out she was the hottest woman I’d seen in a while. And it did something to my insides that she had my ring on her finger—whether real or fake.Tucking both hands into my pockets, I followed at a steady pace as she sashayed to the table where Aaron and his fiancée sat.The smile on Aaron’s face dropped the second he saw her. Then his expression hardened when he saw me.I just raised a brow."Hey. Sorry, we’re late," Astrid said, and I pulled her chair out. She glanced at me, her eyes softening."Thank you," she muttered, brushing her fingers over my arm. I nodded and sat down next to her."No, no, we ju
♡Astrid♡After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I sauntered out to go find Adrian. If I was lucky, he would still be at home, but if not, I'd have to call him.I walked up to his door and knocked. Once. Twice. There was no response.I turned away and walked toward the gym. He’d left. A little earlier than usual.Pushing the door open, I walked into the cold space. I should burn a few calories and get off some tension before seeing Joan and Aaron.And there I paused. He was there.His body glistened with sweat as he hit the punching bag like it didn’t hurt. Every punch echoed in the room. The muscles in his back flexed with every move, and those pants?He really needed to stop wearing them. It should’ve been illegal to look that good in sweatpants.“Enjoying the view?” His voice came out raspy and in quick breaths. I quickly cleared my throat and walked farther into the room.“What are you talking about?” I asked, glancing at the treadmill. I walked toward it.He stopped hitting
♡Astrid♡"What? Why?" he asked and I sucked in a breath and leaned slightly into the couch."He tried to abuse Freya," I whispered and his brows furrowed. "What?""I know it's hard to believe, but... that's why she's here. Lucky for her, she got away before it got worse."He shook his head slowly. "That's... horrible."I nodded. At least one person agreed."Do you have proof? Anything? Freya’s word probably won't be enough."He didn’t know I was once a victim too. Nobody knew and neither did Adrian.I never told him when we were dating. I thought I was healed. But seeing it happen to my sister—by that same man—showed me I’d only buried it."There are two witnesses. And a text."He raised a brow. "A witness aside from Freya?"I nodded and met his eyes. He looked at me for a long second, before they narrowed slightly."Who's the other witness?"I gave a small casual shrug. "Some girl..."But it seemed like he'd picked up on my body language. "Did he touch you too?" His voice was cold,
♡Astrid♡Once we got home, I made sure Freya had freshened up and gone to bed before I waited for Adrian in the living room.I knew he wasn't back because one of his cars wasn't in the garage, and the easier way to get him was to wait for him in the living room.I sat on the couch and tipped my head back before closing my eyes. God, I was so fucking tired.It sucks having a mother who wouldn't believe she made a poor choice of a man who abused a child under his care and was ready to do so to another a couple of years later.It totally sucks.I had a lot on my mind that I had no idea when I drifted off.Someone was touching me. Soft finger brushes across my cheeks, and they were tucking my hair behind my ear.The touch drifted down, and I tensed up immediately. Derrick.The smell of wood and body wash. It irritated me—I hated it.It went further down and down; I could feel it on my thighs. I shook my head, muttering words that weren't audible even to me.I hated when he touched me. He
♡Astrid♡Mum eventually found out. Freya was at my place because, well, according to her, Alexia had stopped by to ask about Freya's well-being.We'd set up a meeting by evening, and that explained why I'm sitting across from my mother—again. Different restaurant this time, but Freya was next to me, fidgeting slightly with the hem of her sleeve.Mum's gaze was unreadable, and while Freya stared down at her hands, I decided to let the cat out of the bag."We have an issue," I started, and Mum pressed her lips together, her expression unreadable."Still doesn't explain why Freya was in your house and you didn't care to tell me about it," she shot back, a bite to her tone, her fingers tightening around the glass of water in front of her.I ignored it, forcing myself to stay calm."It's about Derrick," I continued, and Mum sat up a little straighter. The movement was subtle, but I saw it. Her gaze flicked to Freya before returning to me, now slightly guarded."And what about him?" she a
♤Adrian♤I got into my car and drove out of the compound with Freya's words echoing in my mind."Why are you back in her life? Are you planning to hurt her the second time? Maybe take her life this time?"It was confusing as hell, because I had no fucking idea what she was talking about. I was going to ask, but Astrid chose that moment to come downstairs, and I couldn’t help but wonder what had happened after our breakup that would make Freya say something like that.I was still thinking about her words when I noticed a figure outside the gate. A familiar one. Looked like they recognized me too.I slowed down, my brows furrowed. What the fuck was Nova doing here?She walked toward my car, a small, hesitant smile on her face."Hi," she said, stopping in front of the window. My frown deepened."And what are you doing here?" I asked coldly. She pursed her lips, tucking a strand of her fake hair behind her ear.Astrid was right. She’d dyed her hair blonde—I could clearly see her brown r
♡Astrid♡When I woke up the next morning, I was alone in bed — in my room. It felt a little too quiet.I sat up slowly and rubbed my forehead. My head was pounding. I looked around the room. Where was Freya?“Fre?” I called out. My voice was raspy. Maybe she was in the bathroom? But there was no answer.I pushed the blanket off and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. Please don’t tell me she left and went to the living room. If she did, she might’ve run into… fuck!I quickly left the room, not bothering to close the door. As I went downstairs, I tried not to move too fast because of my headache.When I reached the bottom and looked into the living room, I saw her. Freya was sitting on the couch with her legs crossed. I let out a breath, feeling relieved — until I saw who was sitting across from her.Adrian.What the hell?Back when Adrian and I were dating, he and Freya were always at each other's neck.Now? Freya was glaring at him, and Adrian just stared at her like he didn’t ca
♤Adrian♤She still had her arms around me. To say I momentarily froze was an understatement. Hell, I had no idea what the fuck was going on."Astrid," I called quietly, my arms stiff at my sides, unsure of what to do. She sniffled and tightened her grip, holding on like I was the only thing keeping her from falling apart."One second, Voss," she muttered, voice small, almost pleading. I let her.I couldn’t push her away, not when she was like this. I couldn’t even ask why—because, well, it was none of my fucking business.But I knew. It had something to do with why her sister was here. She dodged my question earlier, right before we hit the road, and that told me all I needed to know—she didn’t want to talk about it.I had my own things I didn’t want to talk about either.Her grip loosened, and she took a step back. The loss of her warmth hit immediately, like stepping outside on a cold night.She brushed her hair out of her face, but in the darkness, I couldn’t see her expression. I