"Rave? Answer me!" Gia demanded firmly.
Raven exhaled deeply before finally replying. "They kidnapped you because they thought you were my wife," he murmured softly.
"WHAT?! What idiot would believe that I'm your wife?"
Gia finally understood why the man in the hat had mentioned “not his type,” and the slick-faced one had said “his wife.” They doubted Gia's status as Raven's wife due to her stark differences from Raven's previous girlfriends.
"Well... someone believed the lie I told in Katastari and went looking for you." Raven looked down, clutching his phone.
"So you mean, they kidnapped me to get something from you?" Gia deduced.
Raven nodded.
"Who ordered them to kidnap me?"
"The same person who once tried to kill me in the hospital."
"That’s not an answer, Rave! I want a name!"
Raven shook his head. "No! I can answer all your questions, but not that one. You’re better off n
"But... why? I have to work! What does "maybe a year" mean? I can’t just up and leave my life like that!" Of course, Gia couldn't accept it that way.Raven snorted dismissively. "Leave your life? Your life revolves around your apartment and the hospital! You call that a life? Pfft! Even my cat has a more exciting life than you do!" Raven mocked."You don't have a cat!" Gia snapped."I do. He's in Sweden. Want to see him?""NO! Come on, Rave, be serious for once. I... can't... just... leave... my... job... like that."Gia was furious that Raven was only responding casually to all her objections."Haze, you can't stay in London right now. The person who came after me is still alive and well. And now he knows for sure that you have a connection to me. Do you think he'll stop hunting you down after this? The first chance he gets, he’ll try to hurt you again, just to get me to comply with him."Gia fell silent immediately.
Gia buried herself completely under the blanket. But the damp, musty smell from the bed kept reminding her that her room wasn't much different from the front room.She had been lying there for about two hours, feeling only anxiety and fear. There was no drowsiness or fatigue.Gia now officially hates storms in general. If the snowstorms in Gothenburg were enough to keep her awake, the howling storm outside was even worse.The house's poor state amplified the sound. Wind seeped in through the gaps in the ventilation holes—which seemed untouched for decades—creating a roaring, hissing echo throughout her room. Gia was almost in tears after hearing the eerie howling for over two hours. She desperately wanted to go back to Raven's brightly lit room.Gia didn’t care about her pride anymore, but knowing that Raven's room was quite far and she’d have to cross what felt like a haunted house, she hesitated. She might die of fright on
Gia woke up quickly, sitting up straight without her usual sluggishness. She hoped Raven hadn't seen her messy sleeping face, but the space beside her was already empty. Raven was up.Gia didn't see the rumpled sheets and bed cover. Raven had indeed slept there, even if Gia hadn’t seen it. Following the events on the sofa, Gia slept restlessly. She didn’t know when Raven had fallen asleep.Gia hugged her knees and buried her face there, thinking about how strange her life had become these past few months. Nothing had gone according to plan. She only wanted an ordinary life—an ordinary job. Perhaps she would fall in love with an ordinary man, and if their fates aligned, she would marry him—a straightforward, everyday aspiration.Falling for someone else’s fiancé wasn’t normal. It was closer to foolish. But there was no turning back. Her heart resolutely wanted Raven.“Should I try flirting with him?” G
"I still feel like this is over the top," Gia said as she sat beside Raven."Seatbelt," Raven reminded her."Oh... forgot." Gia pulled the seatbelt from behind her back and fastened it."Whether overdone or not, you should be grateful to go out instead of complaining." Raven started the convertible, pulling it out of the old neighborhood.Gia glanced back, and as she expected, the house looked like a castle, even from the outside.She was sure she’d find a French noble’s name if she researched the previous owners before Raven.It no longer surprised Gia that they were now in rural France. Gia no longer found Raven's ability to relocate at any time to be astounding. They were in Eze, a small village in the southwest of France, facing the Mediterranean Sea. The creepy old castle gained some charm from being in such a beautiful area."It’s not that I’m ungrateful, but isn’t this excessive? You expect u
"Wow!"The crowd filling the terrace cheered and clapped politely as the band finished its song.After a delicious dinner, the place offered typical French music, led by the sounds of accordion, guitar, and melodica. The music left every visitor with a sense that they were truly experiencing France. A cheerful tune with gentle guitar strumming was next, and the wine and full bellies inspired some of the guests to get up and dance freely in front of the stage.This seemed to be a tradition, as soon as many chairs were left empty."Come on," Raven extended his hand.Gia quickly shook her head. "I can't dance!" she replied hastily."Can’t, or never tried?"
Gia opened the kitchen fridge and was a bit surprised. There were five or maybe six large bottles of apple juice in there. Apparently, the people who came to clean the old castle not only tidied it up but also stocked the fridge with various food supplies.Gia also noticed that some details in the house no longer looked as creepy. Yesterday's red curtains had given way to pastel blue, and the line of mounted animal heads had vanished. These changes alone made the house feel a bit brighter. However, Gia wished that the chandelier no longer hung firmly in the middle of the room."That's a lot. How did they know I like apple juice?" Gia murmured, opening one of the bottles in surprise."They didn’t know, Haze. I knew and made the order," Raven responded, rolling his eyes at Gia's mumbling.
Gia opened her eyes and looked to the side. As usual, it was empty. Raven was not there.Since she didn’t have work obligations, Gia always slept in late while staying in Eze. Typically, Raven would already be up and out for his morning jog. But this morning, jogging wasn’t the reason. Raven had already left for Switzerland. This was Gia’s second night sleeping alone, and it was unpleasant.This had never been an issue before. Gia could sleep anywhere, anytime, without needing any particular conditions. But Raven had poisoned her, to the point of a rather pitiful dependence.Gia tossed and turned nearly all night, waking up multiple times. It wasn’t due to fear; she had left her bedroom lights on. Gia was restless because she felt empty. Something inside her felt withered. It reminded h
Gia put down her spoon, no longer tempted to throw her cereal bowl at Jasper."One message. Just one message, replying to the one you sent before. That's all," Jasper repeated.Gia’s mind spun but came up with nothing substantial. "That message was from you. From your number," Gia said, trying to understand more clearly."It’s my number, but it wasn’t me.""Then who used your number to message me? No! Wait! How could you allow someone to use your phone to send me a message?"To Gia, Jasper's actions seemed absurd. Hijacking someone's phone to send a message was something only someone as crazy as Caius would do, but Jasper had allowed his phone to be used willingly?"Of course I let him. He paid me. I work for him," Jasper replied, sipping his coffee casually."Jaz…" Gia started to protest again, but she stopped, letting Jasper's words sink in."Raven? Raven sent that message?" Gia exclaimed, her eyes wi
"Yes. Just a few days ago,” Gia answered smoothly, without hesitation. Quite convincing.“And you?” Martha pointed at Matteo. “What happened to Dion?”Gia didn’t know who Dion was, but based on the context, he seemed to be Haakon’s usual bodyguard.“He’s sick. Resting,” Matteo answered coldly and briefly.The sunglasses hid almost all of his facial expressions. The other bodyguard glanced at Matteo. He surely knew it was a lie, but he didn’t interfere.“Really? I didn’t know he was sick. He seemed fine yesterday,” Martha said, looking surprised. She trusted Matteo but was puzzled by the sudden illness.“A severe flu,” Matteo added to clear Martha’s remaining doubts.“What about Natalie?”After hearing Matteo’s reasonable explanation, she turned back to Gia. This time, Gia knew that Natalie was the name of Mette’s usual assistant.“She had a sudden family emergency. They couldn’t be left alone. She left unexpectedly yesterday.”Gia inwardly groaned as she realized she had unintentional
Svvere laughed as he listened to Gia’s criticism.“It’s not pleasant at all. I hate it too,” Svvere said.“Does it have to be like this every year?” Gia questioned the gloomy tradition, secretly wishing Svvere didn’t have to go through it annually. It would be too sad if he did.Svvere nodded with exaggerated enthusiasm. “It’s annoying, isn’t it? But thankfully, Mamma replaced it with another party.”“What do you mean?”“When the formal party ends, Mamma hosts a second birthday party the next day. It’s more relaxed, with just cousins and a few close relatives attending.”“That’s wonderful!”Svvere nodded and smiled, knowing the additional party was meant to cheer him up. No wonder he grew up to be such a cheerful young man despite enduring such odd traditions. Mette had ensured that Svvere’s childhood was as normal as possible.Gia’s admiration for Mette grew a little more. At first, she had judged the family for holding such a stiff and formal birthday party.But while they adhered t
Gia hugged Al one more time before handing him over to Marlow. Sophie and Marlow would take care of them. Eventually, Marlow was summoned back to Geirangerfjord, leaving Sophie unable to handle them alone.Fortunately, Al and Frey no longer relied heavily on breast milk since they ate complementary foods. The frozen breast milk supply was also enough to last for a week.Frey immediately reached out his hand as soon as Gia freed hers. He always felt jealous whenever his older brother received more attention, whether from Gia or Raven.Sensing Gia’s unease, the little girl nestled her head against Gia’s neck and wrapped her arms around it in silence, offering comfort and reassurance.“I’ll be back soon, sweetheart. Wait a little longer. I’ll bring Daddy home,” Gia whispered.Frey missed Raven the most. He often cried and became fussy at night, his only way to express how much he missed his father. Gia understood the meaning behind those cries, which made her feel even more devastated.W
“I think this works,” Sophie said, pulling out two suits—one in blue and the other in black. "Go ahead, try them on."Gia nodded obediently and took the two suits into the fitting room. She complied because she understood the necessity of it all. After checking herself in the mirror twice, Gia finally nodded. The suits Sophie had chosen fit her petite frame perfectly."How is it?" Sophie asked."I think they’re fine," Gia replied."Great! Now all we need is to find a party dress.” With quick movements, Sophie handed the two formal suits to the sales assistant for processing."Add these too," Sophie said, pointing to two more outfits she had picked earlier.Gia was already content with the first two suits, but Sophie thought two were far too few. There was no point in arguing with Sophie about the number of clothes. Gia had to comply, or things would drag on unnecessarily.After paying for the purchases, they moved to another boutique specializing in evening and cocktail dresses.Choos
While waiting for Haakon, they enjoyed lunch. Al and Frey needed extra attention during the meal. Mette happily took over Sophie’s role and helped feed Frey. Matteo, on the other hand, wasn’t exceptionally skilled at this.It was clear that Svvere adored Freya. As he sat beside his mother, watching her feed Frey, his eyes never left her. Several times, Gia noticed him gently stroking Frey’s head with affection.Svvere even tried feeding Frey himself, though his hands were clumsy. When he succeeded, he clapped his hands like he had just won a prestigious competition. Frey’s laughter matched Svvere’s excitement, filling the room with joy.Seeing this warmed Gia’s heart a little. She truly hoped that Haakon would provide the answer she was longing for.“She doesn’t want to anymore. You don’t need to force her,” Gia explained, noticing Svvere’s sad expression when Frey refused to open her mouth again.“Is she full?” Svvere asked.“And she’ll probably feel sleepy soon,” Gia replied, explai
Mette’s residence was just as Gia remembered it, though perhaps a bit livelier now that flowers were beginning to bloom in the garden in front of the house. The last time she visited was during autumn when the garden looked much barer.“He’s the prince of Norway?” Matteo still seemed unable to believe that Gia could be close to someone of such stature. He had underestimated Lindgren’s influence before.Gia nodded. “Haakon, Mette’s husband, is the heir to the throne of Norway.”“Let’s see how this unfolds,” Matteo ended the discussion as the car stopped.Al clung tightly to Gia as they got out of the car. The boy always seemed uncomfortable in unfamiliar environments. On the other hand, Frey didn’t seem to care—especially since he was fast asleep in Matteo’s arms.The staff welcomed Gia the first time she visited. Today was special. She saw Mette standing at the main door; naturally, Svvere was with her.“Gia!” Svvere shouted, running toward her. The noise disturbed Frey, but Matteo ca
“It’s colder here,” Gia murmured. She had gotten used to Italy’s climate and forgotten that Norway was several degrees cooler.Italy’s spring temperature hovered below twenty degrees Celsius, but Norway was likely below fifteen. Gia was thankful she had dressed Al and Frey warmly enough.Jasper greeted them on the runway with Max. Their group was quite large, so he had prepared two cars. Besides Matteo, Gia brought Sophie along, as she was the only one who could help her manage the twins. Marlow had stayed behind in Italy and would only join them if necessary.“Geirangerfjord.”Gia pronounced their destination fluently as the car started moving, recalling how patiently Raven had taught her to say the name correctly.A wave of nostalgia hit Gia. Although she had left this country over a year ago, her memories of Norway remained vivid.She remembered how chaotic her emotions were when she first came here. Yet this country was also where she and Raven had gotten married, and it held a sp
Gia’s hands trembled as she listened to the dial tone. The long-distance call only played monotonously, indicating that Caius wasn’t answering.“Is he ignoring you?” Matteo asked.Gia wanted to say yes, but she trusted Caius more than that. So she called again.“Maybe he’s busy,” Gia said, trying to comfort herself while giving Matteo an excuse.The second call nearly crushed Gia’s hope. It, too, was nothing but an endless ringing tone without an answer. But just as the call was about to end, she finally heard a response.“Gia.”“Caz…”“I can’t help you.”Before Gia could even State," her request, Caius cut her off. He had already heard about Raven and guessed why Gia was calling.“I’m not asking for much. I just want to meet your father.”Caius let out a dry, bitter laugh at Gia’s request. “He won’t even meet me, Gia. How could I possibly get you an audience with him? He’s furious because I sided with Raven and didn’t take Willow’s side. I could’ve initially reported your marriage to
Gia honestly forgot about it. The warmth and happiness that had enveloped her these past few months made her unwilling to recall such unpleasant memories.Her mind effortlessly sorted out the fact that Raven was a fugitive and buried it deep in the back of her head. She refused to let that thought disrupt her happiness. But now, that very fact struck her, shattering the beautiful picture of her life at an unexpected moment. It destroyed the perfect world she had tried so hard to maintain.Gia crouched, crossing her arms over her chest, squeezing her arms and shoulders to keep herself conscious.She couldn’t allow herself to faint. Gia kept hurting her own body to stay awake. The pain from her tight grip was enough to hold on to the fragments of her sanity, preventing it from being consumed by panic and fear for the future.“Gia, what’s wrong?” Aria asked when she saw Gia’s phone fall to the floor. She got up and approached her, clueless about what was happening.“What’s wrong? Don’t d