"I see you did your job well this time. You carried out the task skillfully”, Desmond said over the phone, his face lit up with a satisfied smirk.“It wasn't easy Desmond, but I managed to achieve it at last”.Desmond nodded slightly, letting out a slight chuckle as he paced about in his office.“However, I'm quite curious. How did you manage to sabotage Freya's efforts? What exactly did you do this time?” Desmond asked, his forehead contorted in a slight frown of curiosity.The caller on the other end of the line, simply chuckled slightly in obvious confidence and self pride.“I only switched her ingredients. That's all. It wasn't a big deal. However, I was certain that either Freya or the judges would come back after the show to inspect Freya's ingredients and find out what really happened. So I switched it back. The ingredients Freya used, unfortunately, were not quite edible. They weren't even fit to be put into one's food. That's why it gave the odd, bitter taste”.With a broad g
Diego's hands moved with precision as he opened the champagne, the cork popping with a loud crack, echoing through the room. With a broad grin spread across his face, he stole a glance at Freya, infecting her with his cheerful energy and forcing her to give a smile back. Freya made a weak attempt at a smile in response, clearly not appeased yet. She still maintained the sullen, sulky demeanor she had picked up at the contest. She watched Diego pour out a little quantity of the bottle's content into the glasses in front of them on the coffee table with a warm smile on his face like nothing terrible had just happened. “Here you go, Madam”, Diego said politely with a warm smile, handing the glass over to Freya with finesse. “Thank you”, she said in a low, unengaging tone. Diego responded with a smile and took a seat beside her on the living room couch, his glass of champagne in his hand. “Here’s to your victory, Freya. You won this contest”, he said softly, his eyes lit up i
After staring hard at Diego for an uncomfortably long amount of seconds, Freya finally let out a sigh, shaking off the arising thoughts and realizing she had just been overthinking stuff. He looked relaxed and calm, his smile convincing her of his purity and making her less doubtful of his motives or suspicious of his actions.“I just wanted to invite you for lunch”, she said, forcing a smile.“Oh, is that so?” Diego chuckled lightly. “I'd be delighted to, Madam Chef Freya”.Diego's lips curved in a smile as he winked at her a little. His warm smile finally infected her and got her smiling as well. She finally decided to let go of her pain and disappointment.“Quit joking around”, she said with a short friendly smile, the warmth in her eyes a testament to her lit up mood.Diego chuckled slightly and curved his arm around her shoulders and said, “Let's go inside”.Freya nodded slightly and they began to head towards the entrance of the house.When they got in, Noah was already out of h
Freya sat frozen in her food truck for a long amount of seconds, staring blankly into space, absorbed in her reverie.Only a few customers stopped by and she normally would have begun to worry about the limited sales of the day. Instead, her focus lay somewhere else.She had actively been avoiding Diego as she began to have her doubts about him. There were a few rumors circulating about him on the hidden illegal businesses he had engaged in in the past. Also, the misunderstanding he had had with a very renowned billionaire on a business issue in the past, resurfaced all over social media.They all pointed to Diego's shadiness which he had covered up with a smile, his charm and his innocent gestures. Freya had a hard time believing the rumors as the Diego she knew was the sweetest human to ever exist. However, she couldn't shake off the doubts. The rumors only succeeded in bringing her attention to the possibilities of Diego being capable of sabotaging the cooking contest against her.
Freya peered at Desmond for a couple of seconds, scrutinizing him intensely, wondering how he found her food truck and why he was even in Tennessee in the first instance.“Aren’t you happy to see me? I came all the way from New York to Nashville just to see you!” Desmond said in a high-pitched voice which portrayed his excitement, accompanied by a slight chuckle.Freya's brows furrowed in a slight frown, confused by Desmond's unusual friendliness. He acted like they were “best friends”.Desmond, sensing Freya’s skepticism to talk to him, shook his head and chuckled slightly as if mocking her.He looked around, scanning the exterior of her food truck intensely, regarding it with a pair of condescending eyes.Freya, certain of what he was about to say, rolled her eyes heavenward in disgust.“I'm proud of you”, Desmond said finally, his lips slowly curving into a warm smile which seemed genuine.Freya paused for a while, observing Desmond closely to see if was still the same rude Desmond
Freya sat face to face with Desmond in a fancy restaurant, chewing her food reluctantly as she stared hard at him for an unnerving amount of seconds, scrutinizing him as if placing a laboratory specimen under observation.Desmond, who was “engrossed” in his meal, gave a slight smile as he devoured his chicken, chewing in a way which anyone would term as “adorable” or “endearing”. His expression and demeanor would never give someone, who had never had an encounter with him, the impression that he was indeed a terrible person. He looked entirely innocent and friendly with Freya.“What's wrong, Freya? You don't like the food?” He asked with a concerned expression on his face.“I do. I just love to chew my food slowly”, she said slowly, a feigned smile on her face.“Sure. That's very ladylike. So typical of you to observe good table manners”, he said in a gentle calm voice and a warm smile.Freya's brows furrowed in a slight frown as she regarded him, refraining herself from cringing in s
Freya averted her gaze quickly in discomfort, squeezing her fork tight, suppressing the difficult emotions welling up within her. She swallowed hard as her heart thumped roughly through her chest.“Are you okay, Freya?” Desmond asked, sensing her unusual behavior, his tone laced with concern.“I'm fine”, she replied curtly, stealing a furtive glance at Diego.“Do you need to use the restroom?” He pressed on, leaning forward to take a closer look at her face in concern.“I just want to go. I've lost my appetite”, she said sharply, lowering her gaze.Desmond hesitated for a few seconds, watching her closely before letting out a deep sigh and a slight nod of understanding. He knew fully well that Freya's sudden strange behavior was as a result of Diego's unexpected appearance at the restaurant. What he didn't understand was why she was so tense just by looking at Diego. Diego on the other hand seemed to be mad at her. The usual Diego he was accustomed to would have darted towards them
Freya remained silent, trying to figure out the best method to pour out her heart to Diego, her eyes fixed directly at him in an intense manner.Diego couldn't bear the prolonged uncomfortable silence. He let out a deep sigh, shutting his eyes and rubbing his temples.“Talk to me, Freya”, Diego said with a soft voice as he opened his eyes slowly. “I'm ready to listen”.“The nerve of you to act like you know nothing about what you did to me”, Freya said icily as she fixed him with a glacial stare.Diego stared at her in disbelief. He couldn't fathom where the conversation was heading and what she was going on about.“Fine. I don't know what I did. Which is why I want you to say it”, he said in a low tone and looked away.Just as Freya was about to say something, Diego scoffed, running his fingers through his hair and pushing it backwards.“You know what? I can't believe this, Freya. I did something wrong to you and instead of talking things out with me, you resorted to going out on a d
7:23 AMFreya stirred slightly, her neck stiff and aching from where she had fallen asleep. She had slumped over in the hard chair with her head resting on the edge of Diego's hospital bed, her fingers curled loosely around his hand.The faintest movement beneath her palm made her brow furrow in confusion. Being half-awake, she shifted slightly, brushing it off as a trick of her tired mind. Then drowsily, her eyes sank downwards as she began to drift off to sleep once again.But then it happened again—a soft, deliberate squeeze on her fingers. Suddenly, her eyes snapped open, and her mind, still heavy with exhaustion, struggled to make sense of what she was feeling at the moment.The sterile white of the hospital room came into focus, and her heart thumped hard as she lifted her head, her disheveled chestnut hair falling around her face. Her gaze fell on the source of the touch — Diego's hand which was intertwined with hers. Just then, Diego’s fingers moved again, wrapping weakly ar
4:17 AMFreya gently twisted the door knob and cracked the door open. Before stepping in, she scanned the hospital room where Diego lay. Letting out a silent sigh, she stepped into the room, ushering Noah in. Then she gave a slight nod to the nurse who accompanied her as if asking for privacy. The nurse got the message and left, shutting the door behind her. The hospital room was quiet except for the rhythmic beeping of the monitors. Freya's eyes misted, her hand steadying Noah's as they approached the bed. Diego lay unconscious, his skin pale against the stark white sheets. An IV drip snaked down to his arm, and there was a pulse oximeter sensor clipped on his index finger. She had prepared herself for this moment, but the reality of seeing Diego like this was far more painful than words could convey.Freya's heart sank, and her face reddened in anguish. The sight of Diego's helpless state stole Freya’s breath, but it was Noah who let out a soft, broken cry.His grip on her hand
As Freya settled back into her seat, trying to focus on the relief of Diego’s survival, Desmond’s phone suddenly buzzed, shattering the deafening silence.Desmond pulled his phone out, glanced at the screen, and furrowed his brow, making a show of standing up and stepping away.“Yeah?” he answered, his voice pitched just loud enough for them to hear. Freya and Noah exchanged uncertain glances before returning their gazes to Desmond once again.A short moment passed before Desmond nodded, his expression shifting to what Freya recognized as his version of “concern.” “What? Now? Alright, I’ll handle it.”He ended the call abruptly and slipped the phone into his pocket, turning back toward Freya and Noah. Then he gave a small, almost theatrical sigh.“I’ve got to go. Work emergency,” he said, the words almost too casual for the supposed urgency in his tone. “I’ll have to leave. Keep me posted on Diego.”His voice carried that familiar blend of arrogance and feigned importance, which trig
The waiting room was quiet except for the faint hum of the fluorescent lights and the occasional rustle of papers at the reception desk. The atmosphere was still, the kind of quiet that felt heavy and unnatural.Freya sat stiffly in one of the hard plastic chairs, her hands gripping the edge of her seat. Her eyes kept darting to the double doors of the emergency unit at the far end of the room, every nerve in her body tense. Diego’s life was behind those doors, and the uncertainty was suffocating.She felt like she was holding her breath, afraid to let it out in case it broke the fragile silence. Her emotions were spilled all over, tears welling up in her eyes. She had promised herself she wouldn't shed tears anymore and that Diego was going to survive. However, the feeling of self-pity washed over her as she reflected on all she had faced alongside her loved ones in just one day.Noah sat beside her, his small legs swinging just above the floor. His face was pale, his usual spark di
Freya dug her fingers into Noah's hair, clutching his head as their embrace grew deeper and more desperate. She crouched down, pulling him even closer to her.As Noah buried his face in her chest, Freya felt a dampness seeping through her clothes from his eyes. “Don't cry, my love. I'm here now. Mommy's here. There's no need to be scared, okay?” Freya said in a soft whisper, stroking his back gently.Noah responded with a sniffle, his chest heaving intensely as he tried to fight back his tears. Desmond, on the other hand, stood still behind Noah, his hands still in his pockets.His expression was neutral, yet his eyes revealed he was weary of their overt display of a soul bond, like they were the only mother and son in the whole world. He constantly rolled his eyes subtly, waiting patiently for Freya to finally notice him.Freya planted a final kiss on Noah's cheek before releasing him from her embrace. Gently, she cradled his face in her palms and looked directly at his face, her ey
The paramedics arrived at the scene and burst into the room only to see the unconscious man who lay in Freya's arms. As they began to prepare their first aid supplies. Freya's sobs grew louder, her body shaking with convulsive grief. She felt like she was losing the love of her life, and she couldn't bear the thought of living without him. As she held him in her arms, she felt a sense of desperation wash over her. She didn't want to accept the fact that he might be gone. She held him tighter, as if she could will him back to life.Her face was red with anguish, and her eyes puffy from crying. She couldn't bear to say goodbye. Her heart was wrenched, and her spirits dampened. Right before the paramedics took Diego away, Freya gently placed her fingers on his wrist, feeling for a pulse. At first, she couldn't detect anything, and her heart sank in despair. But then, after a while of patience, she felt a faint, weak pulse beating.Her heart leaped with a sense of relief and hope — he was
Freya sat frozen on the floor, devastated. As she stared blankly into space, still clutching her phone tightly, tears of anguish began to crawl slowly out of her eyes.Just then, a pang of reality gripped her throat and she snapped into action. That wasn't the time to mourn. She refused to believe he was dead. And if indeed he was half dead, she had to hurry up and save his life. She had to call for help.With the last shred of strength in her body, Freya pulled herself together and typed the emergency number on her phone, ready to dial.Just as she was about to call the line, Freya heard the doorbell. Her reflexes kicked in and she sprang to her feet, darting towards the door.With a strong sense of anticipation, she yanked the door open, not having any particular person in mind who would be visiting that minute.As she spotted the visitor, her heart sank in disappointment. For a fraction of a second, she had imagined the person at the door to be Diego. Alive and breathing. However,
6:16PMFreya's eyes darted frantically around her living room, her gaze lingering on the clock on the wall for what felt like the hundredth time.The evening sun had long since dipped below the horizon, yet her son and the man she loved the most weren't home yet. Diego hadn't called her back, neither was he picking her calls.She paced back and forth across the floor, her feet moving with a restless energy as her mind raced with worst-case scenarios.Her hands were clenched into fists at her sides, and her breath came in as short, sharp gasps. She felt like she was losing her mind, her anxiety spiraling out of control with each passing minute. What brought about their sudden disappearance? Had something happened to them?She continued her frantic pacing, her phone clutched tightly in her hand. She was one step away from involving the police. After all, all it took was to dial “911”.However, she had to be sure of the exact situation they were in first before raising an alarm. Though h
The man with the gun tightened his grip around the weapon, his index finger set at the trigger, ready to strike. “You're not going anywhere, gentleman”, he sneered at the shocked looking Diego, his voice dripping with disdain.“Welcome, Mr. Diego. We've been waiting for you”, another henchman added, his eyes glinting with a sinister intent.Suddenly, Diego's shocked expression transformed into that of determination. His brows furrowed in a silent question, and his expression hardened.With a bold voice, he asked, “Who are you? And what business do we have?”“You'll find out soon enough. Be patient”, the third hefty man intervened, his face twisted in a cold smirk.Diego rolled his eyes heavenward and snorted angrily in disgust. He ran his fingers into his hair, driving the strands backwards impatiently.“Look, I don't have time for this drama. I just want to see my son. Where is he?” Diego said in a hateful growl, his eyes blazing with growing fury.His chest heaved intensely as he f