Freda's POVI woke up feeling a bit relieved. I opened my eyes and moved it over the place. I quickly noticed that I was not in my room. The smell of the drugs made me realize that I was in the hospital. I then remembered what happened before I became unconscious. I took a deep breath as I tilted my head from side to side and my gaze suddenly fell on Hardin as he sat beside me, pressing his phone. He raised his head to look at me when he heard the crumpling sound of the bed. He stood up quickly and placed his hands on my forehead.“Where am I? What am I doing here?” I said in a low tone as if I were whispering. I blinked slowly as I tilted my head from side to side.“You are awake. How are you feeling?” He asked, and I only stared at him, not uttering a single word. He walked out of the room that I was in, and I heaved a sigh. My body was not as weak and stiff as it was when I went unconscious. I could not help but wonder how long I had been in the hospital. I brought my hand to my fa
Freda’s POVAs soon as Hardin left me alone in the hospital room, a wave of determination washed over me. I knew I couldn't waste this opportunity, I needed to leave here as soon as possible. My mind raced, calculating every detail, and my heart pounded with a mix of fear and excitement.I glanced around the room, taking note of the various objects that could aid my escape. Hardin men were all over the hospital so there was no way I could escape through the hallway.“The window!” I muttered to myself, The window which seems like a way out has metal bars, And that's an obvious obstacle. But I wasn't going to let that stop me. I had to find a way out.I quietly approached the window, my eyes scanning the room for any potential tools. My gaze landed on a small metal tray left on the bedside table. It might not seem like much, but it could be my ticket to freedom.I carefully picked up the tray, testing its weight and sturdiness. It felt solid enough to serve as a makeshift tool. With a
Freda’s POVI woke up with a jolt, my heart pounding in my chest, I didn't even know when I fell asleep. Confusion clouded my mind as I desperately tried to make sense of my surroundings. I struggled to open my eyes, only to realize that I was blindfolded. Panic gripped me once again, my breath catching in my throat.And then, as if in a surreal twist of fate, the blindfold was suddenly removed. My eyes blinked rapidly, adjusting to the sudden flood of light. “You!” And there, standing before me, was Andre smiling hard. My mind reeled, trying to process the conflicting emotions that washed over meRelief flooded through my veins, mingled with a sense of disbelief. I had been kidnapped, taken against my will, and by the person I knew so well. The weight of the situation crashed down upon me, and a mix of emotions swirled within.Part of me was grateful to see a familiar face, someone I trusted. At that moment, Andre represented safety, a lifeline amid chaos. The fear that had consumed
Hardin’s POV“Call me back as soon as you confirm it,” I said to one of my men on the other side of the phone. I had put him in charge of confirming the delivery that was sent in my absence. Because I didn't want to leave Freda all by herself in the hospital.I noticed her body language when I was leaving to make a call and that was enough reason for me to suspect that she was up to something. I decided to handle the business quickly so I could head back to her room and check up on her.my steps quickened with a sense of urgency as I approached Freda's room, I needed to see her, to assure myself that she was still there. But when I reached the door, my heart sank like a stone.The room was empty, devoid of any signs of life. The bed was neatly made as if no one had ever occupied it. Panic surged through my veins, mingling with a growing rage. I had placed a guard in front of her room so How could this have happened? I thought to myself that's when I noticed the broken window.“Fuckkkk
Freda's POVI sat there on the chair with my hands tied to the armrest and gagged. I tilted my head to look at the men dressed in black, holding their guns. I could still not believe the scene that played in front of me. Andre had kidnapped me. But why? I asked myself. My heart skipped a beat as it wandered off to the fact that Hardin had asked Andre to do whatever he wanted with me. Am I that meaningless to him? I asked in my thoughts. I grunted, trying to free my hand, but the knot was too tight, and I could not move my hand. I started to breathe fast as I raised my head to look at the man who was watching me trying to free myself. I rumbled as I tried to talk, and just then Andre walked in with a smirk on his face. “Stop trying to hurt yourself, young lady. You cannot free yourself. Except if I decide to free you. No one else can.” He said, and I tilted my head to give him a stern look. Why the hell are men like this? Having a double personality and being so good at expressing bo
Hardin's POVI had no time to waste. I quickly hopped into the car, and we headed for Andre's house. I could not help but think about what he had told me. If he had an issue with me, why didn't he come directly to settle the scores with me? I wondered in my mind. I was extremely furious about everything. How could Freda leave the hospital in an attempt to escape? After all the punishments she had received for trying to escape some time ago. People never learn the easy way. Always the hard way. I thought as I heaved a heavy sigh in the car. I made up my mind that I was going to get Freda back, even if I had to bring all of them to the ground with my bullets. I clenched my hand into a tight fist and suddenly hit the chair in front of me, grunting out of frustration. I took a deep breath, losing my patience gradually. Why aren't we there yet? I questioned my inner self. “Step your foot on the gas!” I yelled at the man on the wheel and immediately rested my back on the chair, breathing
Freda's POVI sat there, scared for my life, and Andre pointed a gun at my head. There had been a lot of gunshots and everywhere was tense. What was going on? I could not help but ask in my head. I could not think of anything else but the fact that a gun was pointed at my head at that moment.“You want her, right? Come and get her!” He yelled out, and immediately I knew he was talking to Hardin. Not long after, the door broke down, and my gaze fell on Hardin, holding his gun as he gave Andre a fierce look. I heard Andre chuckle as he pushed my head with the tip of his gun. Tears rolled down my eyes freely as I watched him. He wanted to move closer rapidly, but Andre's voice made him stop midway.“If I were you, I wouldn't do that,” Andre said in a low tone as he moved forward still pointing his gun at me, and Hardin immediately lowered his gun.“Put it on the floor and kick it to me gently,” Andre commanded and Hardin, with a frown on his face, grunted lowly as he bent down slowly, dr
Freda’s POV I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I saw Hardin approaching me with the food tray in his hands. Fear gripped me tightly, squeezing the air out of my lungs. Memories of the last time I had refused to eat flooded my mind, and tears welled up in my eyes. I tried to hold back the tears, to keep my composure, but the fear was overwhelming. It consumed me, making my body tremble uncontrollably. I knew what would come next, the forceful insistence, the relentless pressure to eat against my will. As Hardin came closer, his eyes locked with mine, I could see a glint of determination in his gaze. It sent a chill down my spine, intensifying my fear. I felt like a trapped animal, cornered and defenseless. The memories of the last time he had forced me to eat resurfaced with vivid clarity. The taste of the food, the feeling of being powerless, the helplessness that engulfed me. It was a nightmare I never wanted to relive, yet here I was, facing it once again. My tears bega
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