Freya's POV
I watched the scene unfold before me, my heart racing with anticipation. Brian's face turned red with anger as Brandon's words hung in the air. "Freya is my wife," Brandon reiterated trying to let this realization sink into Brian who still stood there flabbergasted, his voice firm and resolute.
Brian took a step forward, his fists clenched at his sides. "You can't be serious," he spat, his eyes blazing with fury. "Freya deserves so much better than you. And Freya are you for real? him? I know I hurt you but doing this to spite me is just overboard."
Despite everything unfolding he still somehow to make everything about himself."Brian I am going to hold your hands when I say, the world does not actually revolve around you and your bruised ego, Brandon and I are married and it is not some twisted game to get back at you, you're not as important as you think." I spelled out each word and each sentence, hoping it would give him a grasp on reality
"So you expect me to think under three weeks you met, fell in love and got married? are you that much of a gold digger?" He shamelessly asked as Brandon landed a swift puch to his cheek sending him straight to the perfectly polished floor, stunning everyone. I immediately went in between them trying to deescalate as much as I could but Brian was hot headed and Brandon was angry.
"You have a lot of nerve don't you? waltzing in here like you own the place, demanding explanations when you couldn't give her the courtesy of one." he said as I tried to hold him back.
"Brandon that's enough." I whispered begining to feel the weight of embarrassment in front of my in laws
But before things could escalate further, Brandon's mother intervened. She stood up, her eyes flashing with anger, and pointed a finger at Brian. "You're one to talk, aren't you?" she said, her voice dripping with disdain. "You, who abandoned your own fiancee for someone else. You, who think you can just walk in here and dictate what's best for Freya."
Brian's face turned even redder, but Brandon's mother wasn't finished. "You're entitled, Brian. You think the world revolves around you, but it doesn't. Why don't you go back to your own wife, Rachelle, and leave Freya alone?"
I felt a pang of surprise at the mention of Rachelle's name, I never knew or even thought they were aware of everything between my best friend and I, or at least, she used to be.
But I didn't have time to dwell on anything about Rachelle now.
Brandon's mother had just defended me, a virtual stranger, against her own family member. I felt a surge of gratitude towards her, and towards Brandon, who had stood up for me.
Brian took to his feet, looking defeated as he turned to leave before stopping on his heels. "This is not the end of this." he said trying to sound threatening before he finally left.
The tension in the room had shifted, what was beginning to feel like home was now suddenly laced with this uneasy tension after the major confrontation with Brian and I was extremely grateful for their defense but the height of embarrassment was heavier.
"Thank you," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you for defending me."
Brandon's mother smiled and patted my hand. "You're family now, Freya," she said. "We look out for each other."
I smiled back at her, feeling a sense of belonging that I hadn't felt in a long time. But as the evening wore on, I began to feel overwhelmed. I excused myself, saying I was tired, and made my way to my room.
As I lay in bed, I couldn't help but think about the events of the evening. Brian's anger, Brandon's mother's defense of me...it all felt so surreal. But as I drifted off to sleep, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. I was exactly where I was meant to be at least I thought I was.
Freya's POV I woke up to the most wonderful surprise - breakfast in bed. Brandon stood beside me, a tray laden with fluffy pancakes, scrambled eggs, and fresh fruit held out in front of him. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted up, making my stomach growl with hunger considering the fact I was now eating for two."Good morning," he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. "I thought you might like a little pick-me-up after last night."I sat up, feeling a little self-conscious in my pajamas, but Brandon didn't seem to notice. He set the tray down in front of me and handed me a cup of coffee while he took a seat by the side of my bed."Thank you," I said, taking a sip. It was perfect - just the right amount of cream and sugar.Brandon sat down beside me, his thigh brushing against mine. "I'm sorry about last night," he said, his eyes serious. "I know it wasn't exactly the most pleasant first evening."I shook my head, feeling a little embarrassed. "I wasn't upset," I
Brandon's POV As we stepped inside, I felt like I was walking into a nightmare. I didn't want to do this as well but it's either we do it now or never, I could never let Freya know I hated this entire charade as well. As we walked through the crowd, greeting relatives while making way across the room, I felt Freya's hand was wrapped tightly around mine, holding onto me as I led her along through the crowded room, making small talk, greeting. At the center of the room I turned to pick up a glass of clear wine."Everyone, You may be wondering who this beautiful lady beside me is, this is Freya, my wife, Freya Lefevre." I announced, my voice echoing through the room as they all looked around, silently chattering at the sudden revelation of a wife. Freya looked like she was going to throw up and I could only imagine the thoughts running through her head. How could he do this to me? I didn't even know these people, and yet he was introducing me as his wife.It seems like the typical qu
Freya's POV I was still reeling from the encounter with Brian and Rachelle, my mind racing with anger and humiliation. And to make matters worse, Brandon had taken me there completely unprepared.As soon as we got back to the house, I turned on him, my voice shaking with annoyance. "Why did you take me there?" I demanded. "You knew it would be awkward, and yet you didn't even warn me."Brandon shrugged, his expression nonchalant. "If I had told you about it, you wouldn't have come with me," he said, his voice matter-of-fact.I felt a surge of frustration. "That's not the point," I said, trying to keep my cool. "The point is that you should have prepared me for what to expect."But Brandon just raised an eyebrow, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You're not exactly the easiest person to prepare for something like that," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're a bit of a wild card, Freya and you did amazing tonight, besides how long were we going to keep this entire news fro
Freya's POV I sat across from Brandon, trying to explain the situation to him. "You see, Brandon, my father's will stipulates that I can only receive my inheritance if I'm married. It's a bit old-fashioned, I know, but that's just the way it is."Brandon's expression was neutral, but I could sense a hint of curiosity behind his eyes. "And you thought marrying me would be the solution?" he asked, his voice even.I nodded, trying to sound as practical as possible. "Well, it's not like I brought the idea of a marriage, but it was on my list, besides it's not like we're in love or anything. We barely know each other. So, I figured it would be a win-win situation. You'd get the benefits of being married to me, and I'd get my inheritance and overall we will get to be parents to our child."Brandon's expression didn't change, but I noticed a flicker of hurt in his eyes. It was quick, and he covered it up well, but I saw it nonetheless.Was he actually hurt? he hasn't even known me that long
Brandon's POV I stood confidently at the head of the conference table, addressing the room filled with key stakeholders, including my father, Bryan, and his father. The tension was an open secret as we discussed the proposed merger between our two companies."I understand that we all have different interests at play here," I began, "but I truly believe that this merger can benefit everyone involved. By combining our resources and expertise, we can create a more competitive and profitable entity that will drive growth and increase shareholder value."Bryan snorted, rolling his eyes. "That's all well and good, Brandon, but let's not forget who's really going to benefit from this deal. You and your father are going to come out on top, while we are left with scraps."I felt a surge of frustration, but I kept my cool. "That's not true, Bryan. This merger is designed to be a win-win for both parties. We are offering a fair and generous deal that will provide significant value to your shar
Freya's POV I lay on the couch, flipping through channels on the TV, searching for something, anything, to catch my attention. I had been cooped up in the house for days, and I was starting to feel like a prisoner.I munched on a handful of popcorn, the salty flavor momentarily distracting me from my boredom. But as the minutes ticked by, I found myself growing restless once again.Just as I was starting to think that I was going to lose my mind from sheer boredom, I heard a knock at the door.I sat up straight, my heart beating slightly faster with excitement. Who could it be? Brandon was at work, and I wasn't expecting any deliveries.I tossed the remote control onto the coffee table and swung my legs over the side of the couch. I padded over to the door, my curiosity piqued.I peered through the peephole, and my eyes widened in surprise. It was Bryan, again. What was he doing here?For a man who easily got married to my best friend behind my back he sure cannot take NO for an answ
Freya's POV I opened my eyes slowly and I saw myself laid in the hospital bed, I took in my surroundings. The hospital suite room was a private, spacious area with a comfortable atmosphere. The walls were painted a soothing light gray color, and the floors were made of polished, dark hardwood.To my left, a large window let in plenty of natural light, which helped to brighten up the room. The window was dressed with sheer white curtains that filtered the sunlight and added a touch of warmth to the space.Across from me, a flat-screen TV hung on the wall, providing entertainment and distraction from the hospital's sterile environment. Below the TV, a small, sleek cabinet held a few books, magazines, and a vase with fresh flowers.To my right, a comfortable-looking armchair and a small, round side table were positioned, creating a cozy reading nook. The chair was upholstered in a soft, muted fabric, and the side table held a lamp, a box of tissues, and a pitcher of water.Behind me, a
Freya's POV I looked up as the doctor walked into my hospital room, a warm smile on her face. Brandon and my mother were sitting on either side of me, their faces filled with concern."Good morning, Freya," the doctor said, her voice cheerful. "I have some test results to share with you."I felt a flutter of anxiety in my chest, but Brandon reached out and took my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze."The test results show that the baby is healthy and stable," the doctor announced, her eyes scanning the room to make sure everyone was listening. "However, we do need to take some precautions to ensure that you and the baby remain healthy."I nodded, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. The baby was okay."What kind of precautions?" Brandon asked, his voice firm and protective.The doctor turned to him. "For now, Freya needs to avoid any stressful situations. No heavy lifting, no strenous activities, plenty of rest and most of all no yelling at the top of your lungs at least, not no
Freya's POV I heard the front door click shut just as I was pulling the lasagna out of the oven and the cupcakes Lucy and I left for Brandon. The familiar creak of Brandon’s leather shoes across the perfectly polished floors made my heart lift, even if I wouldn’t admit it out loud. I didn’t have to turn around to know he was loosening his tie, shedding the sharp corporate armor he wore every day like second skin.“You’re home earlier than I thought,” I said, glancing over my shoulder. He was in the doorway now, a tired smile tugging at his lips, his hair slightly disheveled from running his hands through it—something he did when he was stressed or lost in thought.“Traffic gods were on my side for once,” he said, stepping into the kitchen. He leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to my temple, his hands brushing lightly over my waist. “Something smells amazing.”“Lasagna,” I said, sliding the dish onto the counter. “With extra cheese. Figured you could use the comfort carbs.”“You figur
Brandon's POV The hum of conversation and the steady click of keyboards filled the office, but my mind was only half on the quarterly reports in front of me. The other half was still back home—with Freya, at 5 a.m., sitting in my kitchen with a fork in her hand and a sleepy smile on her lips.“Hey,” Kyle’s voice pulled me back to the present. He leaned casually against the doorframe of my office, a tablet in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. “Everything alright?”I nodded, pushing the papers aside. “Yeah. Just… long night. Or morning, I guess.”Kyle stepped inside, setting the coffee down on my desk. “Then you’ll need this. And before you say anything, yes, it’s the roast you like.”“You’re a lifesaver,” I muttered, taking a sip. “Speaking of which—thanks again for upgrading the security system. That thing came through last minute, two days ago.”Kyle’s brow lifted. “You had a breach?”I leaned back in my chair, letting out a humorless chuckle. “More like a drama-fueled ambu
Brandon's POV Waking me up at 4.am became our thing after that first night. This was two nights after and guess who woke me up for eggs and pancakes yet again.Freya.I never really considered myself a morning person—especially not the type to be in the kitchen before sunrise, whisking eggs and flipping pancakes. But Freya had a way of making the strangest things feel normal. Even sacred.The soft light over the stove cast a golden hue across the counters as I stirred the pan, the scent of garlic butter and eggs filling the kitchen. A comfortable silence hung in the air behind me where she sat at the bar, occasionally sipping from the mug of warm tea I had made for her.“You really call this breakfast?” she asked, amusement lacing her voice.I looked over my shoulder with a smirk. “It’s eggs, toast, sautéed tomatoes. That checks the boxes, doesn’t it?”She made a face, one eyebrow raised. “Brandon, it’s 4:45 a.m. This is just a meal. Breakfast comes with sunlight and actual coherence
Freya's POV I woke up to the sound of my stomach complaining. Loudly.Groaning, I turned over in bed, burying my face into the pillow in hopes of ignoring the gnawing ache, but there was no use. It was four in the morning, and I was starving—like, irrationally starving, like I hadn’t eaten in days. Which wasn’t true, of course, but maybe skipping dinner after that long altercation had been a mistake.I sat up slowly, the soft glow from the streetlights outside casting shadows across the room. I could’ve called down for something, sure. Brandon’s kitchen was stocked and the fridge full, and there were even those fancy late-night room service options he insisted on keeping around, “just in case.”But none of that sounded good right now.I didn’t want anything from a menu. I wanted warm food. Something made with care. Something familiar.Something... shared.I slipped out of bed and padded barefoot across the cool floor, hugging my arms around myself as I wandered out into the hall. I p
Freya's POV The evening had been quiet—too quiet, in hindsight.I was curled up on the couch, the soft chattering of the television filling the silence as I absentmindedly scrolled through my phone. Lucy was nearby, flipping through a fashion magazine, occasionally showing me a dress or a pair of shoes she thought would look amazing on me. It was the kind of peace that felt like it wouldn't last, the kind that whispered a warning I didn’t want to hear.Then the call came.The buzz of the intercom startled me slightly, and I reached for the receiver without much thought."Hello?" I asked, already expecting it to be a delivery or maybe one of the neighbors needing help with something trivial."Security here, Ms. Lefevre," came the familiar voice on the other end, one of the newly hired security. "We have a guest downstairs requesting access to your unit. A Rachelle Lefevre, she says she's your friend and in-law. Should we let her in?"My heart stuttered in my chest. Rachelle?Before I
Freya’s POVThe house was unusually quiet when we returned. Lucy and I walked through the front door, and the soft echo of our footsteps on the hardwood floor made it feel like we were stepping into a memory—one of those that clung to the walls long after the people had moved on. The air felt a little too still, a little too expectant.Lucy slipped off her shoes and headed toward the kitchen, muttering something about needing juice. I lingered in my bed room, staring at the half-drawn curtains filtering in the afternoon sun, casting slanted stripes across the rug. I was still trying to breathe through the whirlwind of the past few days when I heard the knock.It wasn’t loud. Just a subtle, polite tap. But I knew who it was before I opened the door.It was Brandon.He stood there, looking far too put together for someone who claimed to be "just dropping by." His dark eyes scanned me, lingering for half a second too long before he spoke.“Freya, can we talk?”I hesitated but stepped asi
Brandon's POV I stood in the foyer of my home, surveying the new set of staff that Kyle had assembled. There was a cook, a driver, and four security men, all of whom looked capable and professional."Good morning, Brandon," Kyle said, gesturing to the new staff. "I've brought in some additional help to ensure the smooth running of the household."I nodded, impressed by Kyle's initiative. "Thank you, Kyle. I appreciate your attention to detail."The cook, a stout woman with a warm smile, stepped forward. "Good morning, sir. I'm Maria. I'll be taking care of the culinary needs of the household."I smiled, shaking her hand. "Welcome, Maria. I'm looking forward to tasting your creations."The driver, a tall, imposing man with a stern expression, introduced himself as Jack. The four security men, Mike, Jared, Leto and Tom, were equally imposing, with a no-nonsense air about them.As I greeted the new staff, Kyle led me on a tour of the upgraded security systems in the house. We walked thr
Freya's POV I looked up as the doctor walked into my hospital room, a warm smile on her face. Brandon and my mother were sitting on either side of me, their faces filled with concern."Good morning, Freya," the doctor said, her voice cheerful. "I have some test results to share with you."I felt a flutter of anxiety in my chest, but Brandon reached out and took my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze."The test results show that the baby is healthy and stable," the doctor announced, her eyes scanning the room to make sure everyone was listening. "However, we do need to take some precautions to ensure that you and the baby remain healthy."I nodded, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. The baby was okay."What kind of precautions?" Brandon asked, his voice firm and protective.The doctor turned to him. "For now, Freya needs to avoid any stressful situations. No heavy lifting, no strenous activities, plenty of rest and most of all no yelling at the top of your lungs at least, not no
Freya's POV I opened my eyes slowly and I saw myself laid in the hospital bed, I took in my surroundings. The hospital suite room was a private, spacious area with a comfortable atmosphere. The walls were painted a soothing light gray color, and the floors were made of polished, dark hardwood.To my left, a large window let in plenty of natural light, which helped to brighten up the room. The window was dressed with sheer white curtains that filtered the sunlight and added a touch of warmth to the space.Across from me, a flat-screen TV hung on the wall, providing entertainment and distraction from the hospital's sterile environment. Below the TV, a small, sleek cabinet held a few books, magazines, and a vase with fresh flowers.To my right, a comfortable-looking armchair and a small, round side table were positioned, creating a cozy reading nook. The chair was upholstered in a soft, muted fabric, and the side table held a lamp, a box of tissues, and a pitcher of water.Behind me, a