Freda’s POV“That can’t be true,” I said to Miranda, I was finding it hard to believe that Hardin would kill Jake, I mean what did Jake do to him?“I don’t know Freda, just be careful, that’s all” Miranda replied acting all concerned for me, I know Hardin is a bad person but I don’t know what he would aim to gain by killing Jake.“I will get you out of here Miranda, for the main time just hold on” I assured her, I wasn’t sure how I would get her out of there but I would find a way sooner or later.“Freda!” The call of my name from behind the door jolted us, it was Hardin calling to probably tell me that my time was up.“I will miss you, please be careful and take good care of yourself,” Miranda said sadly as he gave me a tight hug.“Hang in there okay, it won’t be long” I replied, I couldn’t control the tears that rolled down my eyes as I walked out of the door.When I got outside I saw Hardin standing at the front of the door, when he noticed I was crying he brought out a handkerchie
Freda’s POVAs I lay on my bed, tears streaming down my face, I couldn't believe that Jake was gone. It was a whirlwind of emotions, a rollercoaster of memories and regrets. Despite the pain he had caused me, the cheating, and the unkind words, a part of me still mourned the loss. No matter what Jake has done he doesn’t deserve to die like this, especially not in the hands of Hardin.I tried to make sense of my conflicting emotions. How could I grieve for someone who had hurt me so deeply? It was as if my heart refused to let go of the good times we had shared, the moments of laughter and connection. The memories flooded my mind, intertwining with the pain and the hurt, making it difficult to untangle my emotions.I was crying so loud now, that I wanted to allow myself to remember the person Jake used to be before everything went wrong. I reminded myself that people are not simply defined by their mistakes but by the sum of their experiences and the impact they had on our lives. And e
Freda’s POVAs I stood in front of the mirror, my heart heavy with conflicting emotions, Hardin had asked me to dress up and go out with him, but my heart was still mourning Jake. The pain of losing him was still fresh even though our part didn't end well, I wasn't sure if I was ready to move on.But, I felt like I had no choice. I didn't want to see Hardin hurt anyone else, especially Miranda and I didn't want to cause any more pain myself. So, with a heavy sigh, I began to get dressed.I picked out an outfit that I thought would please Hardin, but as I put it on, it felt like I was wearing a disguise. Each piece of clothing I reluctantly chose felt like a betrayal of my feelings. It was as if I was putting on a show, pretending to be okay when deep down, I was far from it.As I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I couldn't help but notice the sadness in my eyes. The vibrant colors and stylish ensemble I wore seemed to clash with the heaviness in my heart. It was a stark reminder
Freda’s POVAs Andre approached, my heart started to race. I tried to act casual, pretending not to notice him, but it was impossible to ignore his presence. The once carefree atmosphere suddenly felt suffocating, and I couldn't shake off the discomfort all I could think of was how Hardin would react if he found him here.“Hi,” I replied causally, giving him the vibe of of don't want to speak with you. I could feel the weight of Hardin’s disapproval lingering in the air. The memory of his anger and hurt flashed in my mind, making me question every move I made. I felt like I was walking on eggshells, afraid to say or do anything that might trigger another outburst.“Aren’t you happy to see me?” Andre said as he walked towards me. With each step he took closer, my anxiety intensified. I desperately searched for an escape route, a way to avoid the impending confrontation. But it seemed like fate had a different plan for me that day.As Andre finally reached me, I mustered up the courage
Freda’s POV“Shut down fuck up Freda!” Hardin yelled as I tried to explain to him that the situation wasn't what it seemed like. The fear that coursed through me was indescribable. As the water dripped from my body, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, and my hands trembled uncontrollably.At that moment, everything seemed to move in slow motion. The droplets of water fell from my wet hair, creating a symphony of tiny splashes on the ground. But instead of finding solace in the familiar sound, it only heightened my anxiety.“Stay the fuck away from her Andre,” said turning his attention back to a bleeding Andre, I was surprised Andre didn't make any effort to hit him back. He just stood there and let Hardin humiliate him.I could feel the cold sensation of the water trailing down my skin, goosebumps prickling along my arms. It was as if my body was trying to physically shake off the fear that had taken hold of me. Each drop of water seemed to magnify the intensity of the situat
Freda’s POV“Do you like how I make you feel?” Hardin asked as his fingers traced over the curves of my breasts, down to the soft skin of my stomach. He grabbed me closer to him and whispered in my ear: "You're mine."I felt his breath against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. He took hold of my hair and pulled my head back, exposing my throat to him. His lips brushed against my skin, leaving a trail of kisses down to my collarbone. He nibbled on my earlobe, sending a rush of pleasure through my body. His hands slid down my sides, cupping my ass in his hands. He squeezed hard, making me moan with pleasure. He bent down and ran his tongue along the seam of my thighs, teasing me until I couldn't take it anymore.Then He stood up and pushed me down onto the bed, and told me to spread my legs wide. He took hold of my ankles and pulled them apart, exposing my pussy to him."I want you to take off your clothes and touch yourself while I watch," Hardin said as he stood in front of me
Freda's POVHe made a scrunching face as if he did not expect the response that I gave to him. Why would he call me a slut? I wondered. I got up on my knees and walked to the bed, sitting by the edge, and watched him. He stood there completely out of words, as he didn't expect me to say no. I enjoyed the moment while it lasted. He held his hard cock in his hand and walked towards me. Both of them were naked, and it was kind of awkward. I could not deny the fact that I enjoyed what had just happened. I heaved a sigh, standing up to go into the bathroom.He held me by my wrist and pulled me closer to him. I could feel his hard cock on my body as it pressed against me. What was he doing? I wondered. I inhaled deeply and seized my breath, trying to maintain my heart race. I had the thought that he was about to fuck the hell out of me, and I was prepared to scream my life out if he tried it. He inhaled slowly and he brought his mouth towards my ears, whispering into it.“Are you sure you d
Freda's POVThe rest of the journey was silent as I kept thinking of what he had just said. He brought his hands in between my thighs and went up to touch my shielded clit. I tilted my head to look at him with a stern look, but he did not understand that I wanted him to take away his hands. I held his hand and removed it from my body, and he only smirked. I heaved a sigh as I rested my head and faced out the window, looking at the buildings as they moved past us. Not long after, we arrived at his mansion and we both headed to our respective rooms. Just as I was about to shut my door, his hand held the knob and I could not help but wonder if he always managed to follow me to my room without me noticing him. He looked at me straight in the eyes and I gave him a stern look. He heaved a sigh as his eyes trailed from my face down my neck to my breast, licking his lips. I took a deep breath as I could no longer hold it. I tried to shut the door on his face, but his hand was strong enough t
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