Freda's POVAs I slipped into the beautiful red dress that Jim had sent me, a wave of excitement washed over me. It was a stark contrast to the short and revealing dresses that Hardin used to make me wear. This dress was different, it was elegant and classy, and it made me feel like a true queen.As I stood in front of the mirror, the dress hugged my curves in all the right places. The vibrant red color complemented my skin tone, making me feel radiant and confident. I couldn't help but twirl around, admiring how the fabric swirled gracefully with each movement.Applying a touch of makeup, I wanted to enhance my natural features without overdoing it. I opted for a soft, smoky eye and a subtle pink lip. I wanted to look like the best version of myself, not for Jim, but for myself.With my hair pulled back into a sleek bun, I felt a sense of sophistication and poise. It was a departure from the tousled, carefree look that Hardin preferred.As I took one last glance in the mirror, I coul
Freda’s POVAs Jim leaned in, his lips dangerously close to mine, a surge of adrenaline coursed through my veins. In that split second, I couldn't ignore the overwhelming sense of betrayal. How could he, knowing the connection between me and his brother, attempt to cross such boundaries?Without a second thought, I mustered every ounce of strength within me and forcefully pushed him away. The shock on his face mirrored the disbelief in my own. I wasted no time, swiftly opening the car door and fleeing from that suffocating space.My heart pounded in my chest, the sound echoing in my ears as I sprinted towards the safety of my room. The door swung shut behind me, providing a physical barrier against the outside world. I leaned against it, my back pressed firmly against the wood as if seeking solace and protection.Emotions swirled within me, a tempest of anger, confusion, and hurt. How could someone I thought I could trust so callously disregard my boundaries? The weight of his actions
Freda’s POVIt was a sunny morning, and the air was filled with anticipation as we prepared for our training session. Jim, being the more experienced fighter, suggested that we have a friendly sparring match to test my skills. Despite knowing that I was no match for him, I couldn't resist the opportunity to challenge myself and see how far I had come.We stepped onto the training mat, surrounded by the sound of our breathing and the occasional echo of our footsteps. Jim's confident stance and focused gaze told me that he was ready to give it his all, while I tried to steady my nerves and gather my determination.The moment the match began, Jim's speed and agility became apparent. His movements were fluid and precise as if he had mastered every aspect of combat. He effortlessly dodged my attempts to land a punch or a kick, always staying one step ahead of me. I could feel the frustration building within me, but I refused to give up.With each failed attempt, I became more aware of the
Hardin’s POVI was sitting in my office, completely immersed in a mountain of paperwork. The weight of the upcoming meeting with those big buyers was pressing down on me like a ton of bricks. I knew I couldn't afford to leave this work to my men. It was too important, and I had to give it my all.Running my tired hands through my hair, I could feel the exhaustion creeping in. But I couldn't let it stop me. I had to keep pushing forward, no matter how drained I felt. The success of these deals depended on my dedication and attention to detail.As I glanced at the clock, I realized that it had been far too long since I last checked up on Freda. Guilt washed over me like a tidal wave. She deserved my time and attention, but work had consumed me entirely.Thoughts of Freda lingered in the back of my mind, tugging at my heartstrings. I missed her, and I knew I had been neglecting her lately. It weighed heavily on my conscience.Hour after hour, I sat there, filling out paperwork, while a m
Freda's POV"Ouch!" I let out a little yelp as the sizzling oil from the frying pan splashed onto my hand. It stung like crazy, but I quickly shook it off. Today, I decided to make myself a simple lunch because I was feeling bored and didn't know what else to do with my time.Cooking has never really been my strong suit, but it's become a way for me to distract myself from everything else going on in my life. As I grabbed a spoon to stir the potatoes in the frying pan, I made sure to be extra careful, not wanting them to burn. The sizzle and aroma filled the air, creating a cozy atmosphere in my kitchen.While I focused on the task at hand, my mind couldn't help but wander to Hardin. It had been weeks since I last heard anything from him, and it was starting to weigh on me. The silence was deafening, and my thoughts were consumed by questions and doubts. What happened? Why hasn't he reached out? Did I do something wrong?As I stirred the potatoes, my emotions became tangled. I felt a
Freda's POVAs the car came to a stop in front of the motel, I couldn't help but feel a surge of surprise course through me. This wasn't what I had expected. I had been anticipating a training ground, not a motel. But something inside me urged me to follow Jim inside, to see what awaited us within those doors.As we stepped into the motel, my eyes widened in disbelief. The room was completely transformed, adorned with vibrant flowers and colorful balloons. It felt like I had stepped into a whimsical wonderland instead of a place for training. Confusion washed over me, and I couldn't help but question if we had made a wrong turn somewhere. Why would Jim bring me here when he had promised a training ground?My mind raced with thoughts, trying to make sense of the situation. Was this some kind of elaborate prank or a mix-up? But deep down, a flicker of curiosity ignited within me. Maybe there was a hidden purpose behind this unexpected location. Perhaps Jim had something unique in store
Hardin's POVAs I sat in my office, my mind filled with thoughts of Freda. I couldn't help but question whether it was the right decision to involve my brother Jim in her training. Deep down, I had this nagging feeling, a gut instinct that something wasn't quite right.My distrust towards Jim was rooted in past experiences. I knew all too well how he could be with women, and I couldn't shake the worry that he might have feelings for Freda. The thought of him potentially causing her harm sent shivers down my spine.To ease my concerns and ensure Freda's safety, I decided to hire a private spy. It wasn't a step I took lightly, but I felt it was necessary to keep a watchful eye on her. I wanted to protect her from any potential harm that may come her way.I met with the private spy, discussing the details of their surveillance. I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions, fear, anxiety, and a deep sense of responsibility. It was a heavy burden to bear, knowing that I had to resort to such
Freda's POVI sat on the floor, my back pressed against the cold wall, my body trembling with fear. The room felt suffocating, the air heavy with tension. Tears streamed down my face as I tried to process what had just happened. How could Jim, someone I trusted, try to force himself on me?My mind raced with a mix of disbelief and anger. I couldn't believe that someone I considered a friend could betray me in such a horrific way. The image of his face contorted with aggression haunted me, replaying over and over again in my mind.Fear consumed me as I watched Hardin, fueled by a surge of protectiveness, unleash his anger upon Jim. The sounds of their struggle echoed through the room, each blow sending shockwaves through my already fragile state of mind.As the fight unfolded before my eyes, a whirlwind of emotions engulfed me. I felt a mix of relief that someone was standing up for me, but also guilt for not being able to defend myself. Shame washed over me as I questioned my judgment
Freda’s POV“I want you to fuck me," I said to Hardin as I lay on top of him"for someone who is heavily pregnant….you are too wild," he said as he started to kiss my neck. He moved down my body and kissed my tits. "You're so beautiful," he said as he took one of my nipples into his mouth. “Hardin!” I let out a moan as he sucked on it, making it hard. He then moved down my body and kissed my stomach.“Just fuck me already….” I pleaded shamelessly “Fine…you asked for it,” he said as he spread my leg wide open and he position his cock at my pussy. "You are mine," he said as he slowly pushed his cock into me. “Fuckkkkk” I moan loudly as he started to fuck me with his cock. "Fuck, how are you still tight? " he asked as he continued to fuck me with his cock. He started to fuck me harder"Hardin, Hardin" I moaned as he continued to fuck me with his cock. "Fuck, I'm going to cum""Don't let me stop you" and that was enough to make me explode but he continued to fuck me, after a few pushe
Hardin’s POVI could feel the weight lifting off my shoulders as I stood outside the hospital with my men. Freda couldn't make it because of a last-minute errand, leaving me curious about what she was up to. My driver had already turned the car around, and as I got in, a sense of relief washed over me.As we drove away from the hospital, I let out another sigh, grateful for the progress I had made. It had been a challenging two weeks since I woke up from my coma, but finally being strong enough to go home brought me immense joy. The thought of leaving the confines of the hospital lifted my spirits, I was more than ready to break free from the monotony of being in one place for so long.My mind wandered to Freda, the pillar of support by my side through it all. I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for her unwavering presence in my life. She had been my rock, my constant source of strength during the toughest times, and I cherished her more than words could express.As the
Freda’s POV“Am I dreaming?” I asked because it was as if I was still dreaming.“No you are not Mama….it feels so_”I wrapped my arms tightly around him, perhaps a bit too tightly, feeling his slight groan as I squeezed in my overwhelming excitement. It had been so long since I had felt this kind of joy, this rush of emotions that threatened to spill over. Hardin was finally awake, and the prospect of our family being whole once more filled me with an indescribable sense of happiness.As I held him close, the reality of his presence sank in, grounding me in the moment. The weight of his existence, of his return to consciousness, was like a balm to my soul, soothing the ache that had lingered in his absence. The sheer relief of having him back, of knowing that he was no longer lost in the depths of slumber, washed over me in waves.In that embrace, in the warmth of his body against mine, I found solace and strength. The months of waiting, of hoping against hope for his awakening, had f
Freda’s POVI dashed to the hospital, my heart hammering in my chest like a drum, the news of Hardin moving his hand echoing in my mind like a mantra of hope. As I burst into Hardin's room, a flurry of medical staff surrounded him, their urgent movements a choreography of healing.A nurse approached me, her voice gentle amidst the whirlwind of activity, “Please come with me...the doctor will speak to you soon” guiding me to the doctor's office to wait. My footsteps felt heavy, each one a beat in the rhythm of anticipation that thrummed through me. The sterile scent of the hospital mingled with the tension in the air, creating a surreal backdrop to the unfolding moment.Emotions surged within me, a turbulent sea of relief, worry, and gratitude crashing against the shores of my consciousness. The sight of Hardin surrounded by a team of professionals, each one dedicated to his care, filled me with a sense of reassurance. Yet, beneath the facade of composure, I tried to maintain, a curre
Freda’s POVI stood by Hardin's side, watching over him as he lay in that silent slumber, a wave of realization washed over me. The truth that he might not wake up, that he might not be there to share in the joys and sorrows of raising our child, pierced my heart like a dagger. The prospect of facing motherhood alone, of shouldering the responsibilities of caring for our child without him by my side, loomed large before me.But amidst the shadows of doubt and fear, a flicker of determination ignited within me. The resolve to embrace this new chapter of my life, to welcome our child into the world with open arms and an open heart, grew stronger with each passing moment. The certainty that I would love and cherish this child, that I would be there for them no matter what trials lay ahead, anchored me in a sea of uncertainty.*******“I am beginning to learn how to cook again….yeah I know the last time was disastrous but this time I started with something simple” “Sandwich….I made a san
Freda’s POV“Where you hurt?…..ma’am can you hear me?…” I could hear the medics' voices fading into the background as my mind swirled with thoughts of Hardin, If only he were here, Jim would never have dared to lay a hand on me.“He is dead ma’am” I heard someone say from behind.“What?”“Jim…is dead” Despite the chaos around me, a strange calm settled within as the news of Jim's demise reached my ears. Memories of the pain he had inflicted on Hardin flooded my mind, serving as a bitter reminder of the past. At that moment, a sense of justice tinged with a hint of vindication, washed over me.The medics' concerned voices seemed distant as I processed the news, a mix of relief and closure washing over me. Jim's actions had not only caused physical harm but had also left emotional scars that ran deep. The weight of his deeds hung heavy in the air, a burden lifted with his passing. I wouldn't deny the closure his death brought. ********I was lost in my thoughts when I saw Miranda runni
Freda’s POV“Jim….what are you doing_”“Shut up your trash bitch! Don't you dare mention my name” he yelled at me angrily.I was gasping for air, my heart pounding in my chest as Jim pressed the gun against my head. Fear gripped me tightly, knowing that Hardin, my usual protector, was nowhere to be found. Jim's menacing presence sent shivers down my spine, I knew he wouldn't hesitate to harm me. He appeared disheveled as if he had just broken free from prison. However, amidst the chaos, there was a flicker of something in his eyes, a distraction that I couldn't quite place.Despite the imminent danger, a glimmer of hope sparked within me as I recognized the opportunity presented by Jim's distraction. I understood that I had to tread carefully, to maneuver this precarious situation to my advantage without triggering a violent response from him.“There is no Hardin to save you this time.…you are doomed Freda!” he said with a hint of disgust on his face, his grip tightening on the gun, I
Freda’s POVI sat there, staring at the hospital room walls, feeling lost and confused. The weight of the situation pressed down on me, heavier than anything I had ever experienced. How did life twist from happiness to sorrow in just a few months? Hardin, my rock, lay in a coma with no signs of waking. The air felt thick with uncertainty, and the news of my pregnancy added another layer of complexity to the turmoil. This should have been a time of joy, of shared anticipation, but instead, it was shrouded in fear and loneliness. I needed Hardin now more than ever, his strength, his presence, but he was unreachable, lost in a world I couldn't enter. The ache in my heart mirrored the ache in my soul, a deep yearning for things to be different, for a glimpse of hope in this sea of despair. At that moment, I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders, the burden of uncertainty pressing down on me with a force I could barely withstand. “I have told you countless times to stop thinking
Freda's POVI sat there crying profusely as I watched Hardin lying helplessly on the bed. I could not help but heave a heavy sigh of frustration, as it had been four solid weeks of laying there without waking up or saying anything. My heart bled as I continued to watch him. My eyes were heavy from the lack of sleep. I could no longer bear the silence, so I cleaned my eyes and took a deep breath before I talked.“Hardin,” I called out softly as I looked over his oxygen mask to see his closed eyes.“Hardin, I know you can hear me. Please come back to me. I can't keep living like this. It's been four weeks Hardin, you kept mute and refused to talk to me. Please open your eyes, Hardin. You should have allowed me to take that bullet. I survived it once, and could survive it again.” I said as tears rolled down my cheek. My heart racing faster as I was eager to see him open his eyes, but it did not look like he was going to open his eyes anytime soon.“Hardin, please, you have made me love y