Freya rushed out of the hospital, the crisp morning air swirling around her. She didn't know exactly where to find Desmond, but she knew he was never far when chaos unfolded, always watching from the shadows and pulling the strings in secret.Today, she wouldn’t let him hide. Today, it ended—once and for all. And she had to do something quick. What if Desmond decides to strike again and eventually succeeds in killing Diego? What if Diego doesn't survive Desmond's next attack?She strode quickly to the parking lot where her driver had parked her car, waiting patiently for her. Earlier that morning, after Diego woke up, she had summoned her driver to get her car to the hospital where she was.Freya's calm facade crumbled, her jaw tightened, and her eyes burned with determination. She was going to find Desmond wherever he was hiding.She was the reason Diego had nearly died. If it wasn't because of her, Desmond wouldn’t have thought about hurting Diego or Noah. And now, she was going to
10:30 AM Freya’s driver parked her car outside the sleek, towering Everston Grande Hotel. The morning sun glinted off the mirrored windows, but the warmth of the day couldn’t melt the cold determination coursing through Freya. Taking a deep breath, Freya grabbed her purse and alighted from the car. Shutting the door with a soft click, she looked up at the gigantic hotel before her. She smoothed her blazers, straightening imaginary wrinkles. Then she began to approach the main entrance door with brisk urgent strides. She pushed open the glass doors and stepped into the lobby, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. Just then, she halted abruptly as she set her eyes on Desmond. There he was, standing near the entrance, impeccably dressed in a designer suit, his confident stance as infuriating as ever. He spotted her immediately, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Freya”, he said smoothly, extending his arms in mock welcome. "I've been waiting for you." "Let’s just g
Freya sat in the back seat of the car, staring out the window but barely seeing the city passing by. The late-morning sun poured down, its golden light sharp and relentless, as if mocking her awful state of dilemma.Everything outside looked so ordinary—people walking, cars streaming past—but her thoughts were far from ordinary. Her mind was chaos.Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes, threatening to pour out. Desmond’s cruel and unbelievable ultimatum swirled in her head over and over, each word cutting deeper the more she thought about it.Each passing thought made her realise how deep Desmond's conditions were. They were deeper than what it sounded like, and a sense of fear enveloped her like a thick blanket.Desmond wasn’t just asking her to return to him. He was asking her to sacrifice herself for the sake of peace. To live a lie, trapped in a cage, while the people she loved moved on without her.Her heart ached, and her mind raced with disturbed thoughts. How far was she w
Early evening arrived and Freya returned to the hospital with Noah. As Diego lay on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the muted TV and lost in thoughts, the door cracked open, revealing Freya and Noah.Diego’s eyes immediately found Freya’s, scanning her face for answers. His expression was calm but with a hint of concern.As soon as they walked into the hospital room, hand-in-hand, Noah’s face lit up in excitement, seeing Diego sitting up slightly in bed, his eyes open and alert.“Diego!” he exclaimed, his small feet pattering against the tiled floor as he ran to his bedside. “You’re awake now! I’ve been waiting for you to wake up!”Diego averted his confused gaze from Freya to Noah, his eyes brightening with relief and gratitude.“Buddy”, he whispered, his gaze softening. He smiled despite the ache in his body, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He reached out a hand, and Noah grasped it eagerly, his tiny fingers clutching Diego’s with enthusiasm and surprising strength.Freya s
Diego sat propped up in the hospital bed, the room around him quiet except for the faint hum of the machines monitoring his vitals, and the outdated TV mounted in the corner.His eyes frantically darted to the wall-clock every second, as if expecting someone. The seconds stretched into minutes, and the minutes felt like hours.It had been 48 hours since he last heard from Freya. Two days without a single call, message, or word. Freya was never out of reach for this long. His chest tightened at the thought, his mind spiraling through worst-case scenarios. Was she okay? Had something happened?He rubbed his temples, trying to push the thoughts away, but his worry only deepened. He hadn’t seen Noah in days either. There was only silence and he wondered where they were. Their sudden nonchalance was the last thing he had expected on the fifth day of his hospital stay.The afternoon sun slipped through the blinds, casting long, golden shadows across the sterile walls. To numb the pain he wa
Freya’s sleek red car glided to a stop in the grand driveway of Desmond's mansion, the quiet hum of the engine fading into silence. Her driver rushed out of the car to hold the door for her and Freya stepped out with an air of quiet confidence, her long coat flowing behind her like a cape. Her black stiletto heels clicked on the polished stone driveway as she gently guided Noah out of the car. Freya took a minute to drink in the sight of Desmond's house; a house which had become a hellhole for her and her son. Then she realized it'd been a year since she last stepped foot in Desmond's house. Noah clung to her hand, his wide eyes fixed on the enormous mansion towering before them. A mansion he was well familiar with— his father's. He stared hard at the elegant estate, his mind reeling with flashbacks of the previous years. “Mom? Are we really coming back to this house?” he asked, his tone laced with uncertainty. “Yes, sweetie. It's for the best”, Freya whispered, her express
7:45 AMThe morning light streamed through the curtains, bathing Desmond's elegant dining room in a soft, golden glow. All three of them— Freya, Desmond and Noah— sat at the dining table, having breakfast.Freya sat at the far end of the long table, as far from Desmond as she could manage without making it obvious. Her hands curled around a steaming cup of tea that she barely sipped. Her gaze was distant, fixed on the untouched plate of eggs and toast before her. Next to her, Noah sat stiffly, his small hands folded on his lap. His usual lively energy was now replaced by a sense of tension. His jaw was clenched, and just like his mother, his food was untouched.Desmond sat at the opposite end of the table, his chair angled just enough to give him a commanding view of the two of them. He seemed to be the only one enjoying his breakfast. Acting oblivious to the charged atmosphere, he cut into his pancakes with pleasure.The sound of the knife scraping against the plate filled the room
In the quiet hospital room, the steady beep of the heart monitor was the only sound accompanying the soft hum of fluorescent lights overhead. And Diego lay propped against the pillows, his face pale and his smokey eyes sunken, matching his condition.His body was weary and strained from the reopening of his wound which would take a longer time to heal. Now, his movements were more restricted by the bandages tightly wrapped around his torso. His skin was pale and clammy, and his hair disheveled. But despite his physical exhaustion, his mind was racing with thoughts of Freya.He couldn't understand why she had betrayed him, why she had gone back to Desmond after everything they had been through together. He knew that Freya had no emotional connection with Desmond, he was certain of that. So why had she made the decision to return to him, to go back to her miserable life with him?In just one year, Diego had compensated Freya for all the depressing years she had spent in a marriage with
6:15 PMIt had been days since Desmond last saw Freya, ever since she revealed herself at his company's board meeting as the second-largest shareholder. Since then, he had been more disturbed and afraid.He sat at his desk in his dimly lit private office, the amber glow of his desk lamp casting long shadows across the room. Papers were strewn across the polished mahogany surface—financial reports, property damage assessments, and preliminary investigation notes on the warehouse fire that had been haunting him for weeks. He swirled a glass of whiskey in one hand, staring at the contents as though the answer to his problems might emerge from its depths.The warehouse fire had been a blow to him, but the uncertainty surrounding it had been worse. Despite the fact that his team’s investigation had been ongoing for weeks, the truth hadn't unfolded. And he still refused to believe it was an electrical malfunction.His team’s initial assessments were inconclusive, and the lack of clarity gn
The morning air buzzed with anticipation as Freya’s sleek crimson car rolled to a stop outside her restaurant.As soon as she stepped out of the car, a swarm of paparazzi and reporters rushed at her and flooded the sidewalk, cameras flashing and microphones thrust forward like weapons.The usual hum of the city had been replaced by chaos. The news of her stunning corporate coup had ignited a media frenzy overnight, and Freya was the woman of the hour—a force that had brought Desmond’s empire to its knees.Freya stood with an air of composed authority. Two security guards flanked her, but she didn’t hide behind them. Instead, she faced the crowd head-on, her expression calm and unreadable, like a queen surveying her subjects.Coming along with bodyguards was as though she had anticipated the attention after her stunning move against Desmond by becoming the chairwoman of the board the day before.She was dressed in a fitted white blazer over matching trousers, her chestnut hair swept in
It was another Monday, making it two weeks since Desmond's last board meeting. And yet, the mysterious shareholder eating into his empire hadn't been found. In fact, they were even getting stronger and gaining more ground in the company.Today marked another urgent boardroom meeting, more tense than the last. Desmond sat at the head of the long table, listening attentively to the financial reports of Dexus Innovations which revealed a massive decline in profit. His jaw tightened and his gut twisted in anxiety. He couldn't believe his ears—everything he had ever worked for was slipping beyond his grasp.Just then, without warning, the heavy double doors at the far end of the room creaked open, interrupting the meeting. The room fell silent abruptly, every pair of eyes snapping towards the entrance. Desmond’s brows furrowed, his eyes widened in shock as he set his eyes on the intruder, who was the last person he ever expected.Freya.Freya stood there, framed in the doorway like a stor
Desmond sat at the head of the long, polished mahogany table in the opulent boardroom of his company's headquarters. The late morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting sharp reflections off the glassy surface. However, the mood in the room was anything but bright. His board members sat in tense silence, shifting uncomfortably in their seats. Their faces were painted with concern, brows furrowed, and lips pressed into thin lines.Desmond was no exception to the tension in the room. His nervous demeanor was carefully masked behind a serene expression, a hint of uncertainty in his eyes.The CFO, a middle-aged man with salt-and-pepper hair and a tense demeanor, cleared his throat and broke the silence. "Mr. July, as we discussed in last week’s meeting, there’s been an unexpected decline in profits this quarter. We’ve identified discrepancies in the financial flow, particularly in a few key investments that…"Desmond quickly held up a hand, his expression cal
Freya sat on the plush leather couch in Diego’s apartment, his arms wrapped around her.Her fingers absently traced gentle lines on his thigh as they were glued to the TV screen.The news of Desmond's company being engulfed in a massive fire had spread rapidly. Freya and Diego tuned in to a news channel to witness the news even though they were already aware.The faint sound of the news anchor’s voice filled the room as the screen displayed aerial shots of a smoldering building surrounded by flashing police lights.“...authorities are investigating a massive fire that engulfed Dexus Innovations’ central warehouse late last night. Early reports suggest an electrical malfunction may have triggered the blaze, which destroyed millions of dollars’ worth of high-tech equipment, including robotics, computer gadgets, and proprietary designs. Investigations are ongoing…”A sly smile tugged at the corners of Freya's lips and she stole a glance at Diego, as if checking if the feeling of triumph
Desmond stood at a distance, his hands clenched into fists at his sides as he watched the wild flames consume his company’s prized warehouse. The air was thick with smoke, the acrid stench of burning electronics assaulting his senses. The night sky glowed with a haunting orange, smoke rising like a veil into the darkness.Firefighters moved frantically, battling the towering flames with powerful jets of water, but it seemed futile. The fire was relentless, roaring louder than the panicked voices around him.The flashing lights of fire trucks and police cars painted his face in red and blue, highlighting the sheer panic etched in his expression. His chest heaved with each labored breath, the weight of his empire’s potential downfall pressing down on him like an iron fist.His hands trembled as he held the railings in front of him for support, his eyes fixed on the warehouse as it collapsed inward with a deafening crash. The fire was too intense; there was no saving the building."No…no
Desmond sat on the edge of the sleek couch, his eyes fixed on the television as a business update ran across the screen. The quiet hum of the television filled the living room, but his mind was consumed with other thoughts.Freya sat on a couch across from him, focused on her phone. They were supposedly watching the news together, as husband and wife. But neither of them paid attention to what was being displayed on the screen. They didn't even talk to each other.Desmond's mind swirled with the usual concerns—his business empire, his uneventful life, and of course, Freya's defiance towards him. He glanced at Freya, absently scrolling through her phone, completely absorbed in whatever she was reading. Her posture was casual and collected, her expression neutral.The room was silent except for the murmurs of the news anchor’s voice.Then suddenly, Desmond's phone buzzed on the coffee table, breaking his thoughts. His fingers twitched, an instinctive response to the interruption, and he
The dining room was cloaked in a heavy, tense silence. The soft clink of utensils on porcelain and the occasional scrape of a chair were the only sounds that punctuated the stillness. The chandelier above cast a warm, golden glow over the long mahogany table where Freya, Desmond and Noah sat together for dinner.Freya sat across from Desmond, her fingers lightly gripping her fork. She barely touched the food on her plate. Her gaze was fixed on him—unblinking, sharp and searching. He was eating methodically, cutting his steak with precision, his movements calm and deliberate.For days now, Desmond had been silent, almost as if he was avoiding her. It was strange and it bothered Freya so much. What was going through his head?He had changed—or at least, he wanted her to believe he had. Ever since she came back, he had stuck to his promise of becoming a changed man—it was unbelievable.His usual sharp remarks, the arrogant air, and the veiled threats had all disappeared. He had taken on
Freya's driver brought the car to a stop in front of Desmond’s mansion. The towering estate stood firm, silhouetted against the deep orange evening sky, staring back at Freya through the car window.She exhaled slowly, glancing at Noah, who sat stiffly beside her, his wide eyes glued to the mansion and his lips pressed into a thin line. The tension between them was palpable.Though she had grown used to Desmond's outbursts, the thought of his reaction to their 24-hour disappearance unsettled her."You ready?" she asked softly, though she already knew the answer.Noah nodded, his movements jerky and uncertain. "Will Daddy Desmond be...mad?" he whispered.Freya forced a reassuring smile. "I don’t know, sweetheart," she admitted, brushing a strand of hair out of his face. "But whatever happens, stay close to me, okay?""Okay," Noah murmured, his voice barely audible.She reached over and squeezed his hand, drawing strength from the bond they shared. Then, steeling herself, she opened the