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2025-04-08 05:39:50Freya'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 from everyone else, it was now or never and later is not an option."
I felt my face heat up with anger, but I knew I was defeated in the argument. Brandon had a point, and I couldn't deny it. I was a bit of a wild card, and I had a tendency to react impulsively.
With a huff, I turned on my heel and stalked off to my room, slamming the door behind me. I was still fuming, but I knew I needed some time to calm down and process everything that had happened.
As I flopped down onto the bed, I couldn't help but wonder what other surprises Brandon had in store for me.
I paced back and forth in my room, phone pressed to my ear as I filled my mother in on all the drama that had been unfolding. From the sudden barging of Brian into Brandon's home, to the confrontation with Brian and Rachelle, I didn't leave out a single detail.
My mother listened patiently, making supportive noises and murmuring words of encouragement. But when I finally paused for breath, she simply told me to calm down and take things easy.
"Remember, sweetie, you're pregnant," she reminded me. "You need to take care of yourself and the baby, most especially the baby . And don't forget, your inheritance is just around the corner. In a month's time, you'll have access to all of your father's assets he left you, so think of this as a win-win situation."
My demeanor immediately shifted from anxious to excited. "A hundred billion dollars, Mom!" I squealed, hardly able to believe my luck. "Can you believe it? I'll be one of the richest women in the world!"
I couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude towards Brandon after the subtle remainder. If he hadn't married me, I wouldn't have had access to my father's money. "Thank you, Brandon," I said out loud, not realizing that he was standing right behind me.
But as I turned around, I saw him leaning against the doorframe, a curious expression on his face. "Which money?" he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.
I felt my face heat up with embarrassment as I realized my mistake. "Uh, nothing," I stuttered, trying to play it cool. "Just...just talking to my mom."
But Brandon's eyes lingered on me, his gaze piercing. I had a feeling that he wasn't buying my explanation, and I wondered what he would do if he found out my major aim of informing him about my pregnancy was my inheritance
He adjusted his stance again."What hundred billion dollars?"
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