Josh's heart skipped a beat when he saw the caller. He took a deep breath to sound normal.
"B-Boss," he said, trying to hide the panic in his tone. "Josh, I hope all is well," Krax said, noticing the tense in Josh’s voice. When Josh realized his boss could sense the uneasiness, he swallowed hard. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down. "N-nothing, B-Boss," he stammered. His legs grew weak as he failed to conceal it anymore. "Josh, you better tell me what's going on before I find out myself," Krax said in a cold, threatening tone. His chilly voice sent shivers down Josh's spine, making his hands tremble. "Uhm... the lady you asked me to look after... she escaped," Josh said, almost dropping the phone with his shaky hands. Suddenly, the line went silent. Josh held his breath, not daring to wake the sleeping lion. After a couple of seconds, he wondered why it was quiet. He shifted the phone from his ear to check if his boss had hung up. The call was still connected. "Boss..." Josh called out tentatively. The air around him felt thick and suffocating. "You have an hour to bring her to the mansion, or start making a will for your family," Krax commanded and hung up. Josh heard the beeping tone and rubbed his head in frustration. "Damn it, what a bad day." --- ….At Krax's Company… After Ryan hung up, his eyes flashed, his irises shrinking as his pupils expanded. "This woman is playing with fire," he muttered while gripping the pen as he stared at the door in front of him. —--------- ….Meanwhile, at Astrid's end… After running out of the hospital, she quickly took a cab and went straight to Mia’s house. When she arrived, she knocked heavily on the door. Mia had just finished taking her bath. She was about to take off her bathrobe when she heard someone knocking like a maniac. "Who the heck is that?" she muttered, storming to the door with gritted teeth. She opened the door, ready to scold the intruder, but froze when she saw Astrid standing on her porch with mischief in her eyes. Mia stared at her from head to toe. Astrid didn’t look like the elegant young lady she knew. Her hair was rumpled, her clothes messy. She had no makeup on and even looked sick. "Astrid Carson, do you want to break my door?" Mia asked, trying to keep her tone low despite her boiling rage. Seeing the anger in her eyes, Astrid grabbed her hands and pouted. "Big sis, looking at how wealthy you are, this door is just a piece of cake for you." Mia took a deep breath, trying to contain her frustration. "Sometimes, I really wonder how you became my friend," she said, shaking her head helplessly as she walked to her room. Astrid didn’t let go of her hand and added with a tinge of sadness in her tone, "You have no idea what I’ve been through these past few days." Mia stopped in her tracks, making Astrid let go of her hand. "I can see from your appearance. Come, sit down, my baby. Why do you look so pale?" She helped her sit and went to the fridge to bring a glass and a jug of water. "I almost lost my life," Astrid said quietly. "What the fuck! Who did it? Was it your stupid husband....?" Mia asked loudly while pouring water. After handing the glass to Astrid, she waited for an answer. Astrid took a deep breath and began narrating everything to her. "You mean your father didn’t support you, and your stupid husband forced you to abort the child? Why didn’t you tell me?" Mia’s eyes turned red as a mix of anger and sadness filled her tone. She clenched the glass tightly, her chest heaving. Mia had been with Astrid since high school. They did everything together. But after Astrid got married, the Slade family restricted her from visiting. Mia had long held grudges against them and had always hoped to teach them a lesson. Now, they dared to bully her friend? Hah! They would pay. Mia furrowed her brows and sat beside Astrid. She placed her hand around Astrid’s shoulders and asked, "So how did you escape from the hospital?" "I told the bodyguard I needed some fresh air. He followed me everywhere, which frustrated me. Luckily, an accident happened nearby and distracted everyone. I slipped away quietly when he wasn’t paying attention." Mia nodded and smiled broadly. "You’re truly my friend. Girl, you’ve suffered. Let’s go grab a drink." Hearing this, Astrid stood up happily, threw her hands in the air, and exclaimed, "Yeah, let’s go!" —----- The two ladies went to the "Don’t Mind Your Husband" club at 7:00 p.m. When they arrived, Mia ordered a Kissed drink, while Astrid ordered Smirnoff. Astrid looked around the club. It was full of vibrant people. Some were young, while others were adults. The music had the perfect tempo for dancing. The young ladies, especially, were busy twisting their waists to the beat. Astrid picked up her Smirnoff and said softly, "It’s been a while since I came to the club." Her eyes turned red with sadness as she poured herself a drink. Mia sighed and picked up her bottle of Kiss. "Yeah. Now you’re free. You can come here anytime." Hearing Mia’s words, Astrid nodded and gulped down her drink. "So, I’m going to drink till I die." She squeezed her face at the sour taste. Mia lifted her drink and replied, "Let’s drink to die." The ladies started gulping glass after glass, and in no time, they were drunk. --- ….At Krax’s mansion…. He was still anxious to find Astrid. They had reviewed all the footage but still couldn’t locate her. What they didn’t know was that Astrid had changed her appearance before entering any cab. She had taken three cabs, changing her hairstyle and outfit each time before arriving at Mia’s place. This was why they couldn’t track her. In the living room, Krax sat on his couch with his legs crossed. His cold gaze was like a frozen fish. The temperature in the room dropped, making Josh shiver in fear. He prayed silently that Astrid would be found soon. Suddenly, he heard a notification. Checking it, he sighed in relief. At last, the prodigal daughter had been found. In an excited tone, he announced, "Boss, Miss Astrid is at the 'Don’t Mind Your Husband' club." Krax’s brow furrowed. "Don’t... what?" "Mind Your Husband," Josh completed the name. "Very good, Astrid. Very good," Krax said through gritted teeth. His aura was filled with killing intent. "Let’s go," he said, standing up.At Don't Mind Your Husband's club, the ladies continued to gulp one drink after the other.Mia lunged forward, her hand flailing as she tried to touch Astrid's hair, nearly collapsing into her friend’s shoulder. “You’re strong… If it were me…” She paused, gripping her glass tightly. “I’d already be in jail.”Astrid sighed, exhaustion and bitterness etched in her expression. “Fuck them all. They’ll pay for this,” she muttered, raising her middle finger in the air.Mia squinted at the last bottle of Kiss, her shaking hand fumbling as she tried to pour it into the glass. “Where’s… that glass?” she mumbled, blinking hard to focus.Astrid’s words slurred as she reached for the glass. “My dear friend, this is the fourth bottle you've ordered. Don’t get too drunk, or else we might sleep here.”Mia shook her head, slurring her words. “D…on’t… worry, dear friend… even if I take ten bottles, I can still get you home. I got your back.”Astrid grabbed a bottle of Smirnoff, sniffing the air as a t
The room was freezing, the kind of cold that cut through to her bones. She clutched her stomach, trembling as sharp pain wracked her body. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she gritted her teeth against the stabbing pain. The bare room seemed to close in on her, amplifying her loneliness. She lifted her gaze to the clock. Each tick felt like an enemy, dragging time away. It was 11:00 p.m., and her husband still hadn't come home. With shaky hands, she reached for the phone on the bed. The cold air blew her hair as she struggled to dial her husband’s number. Her heart raced with every ring, and it felt like forever. Finally, the call came through. A woman with a sharp and mocking tone could be heard on the other end. “Hey, old witch, why are you calling my man at this hour?” the woman sneered. Her words hit her like cold water splashing on her face. She clenched her teeth, but the pain in her stomach was so intense, it overwhelmed the anger she fought to suppress. “Eira Carso
The car came to a sudden halt, jolting the driver. His heart skipped a beat. He gripped the steering wheel tightly and glanced nervously at the young man sitting in the back seat.His boss lifted his eyes slightly from the tablet he was scrolling through. His lips pressed into a thin line. His voice was cold: “Why have we stopped?”The driver’s pulse quickened. He swallowed hard, trying to steady his hands. “A woman… she fainted in front of the car.”Silence filled the air, thick and suffocating. The boss didn’t move. The driver waited, heart racing.Finally, the boss’s voice cut through the silence, icy and calm: “Check who it is.”The driver’s eyes widened. This wasn’t like him at all.He hesitated before stepping out, his steps heavy. Kneeling beside the woman, he checked her pulse. His heart sank—her pulse was erratic.His voice trembled. “Boss… her pulse is irregular. She needs to go to the hospital now…”The driver fell silent, staring nervously at his boss. Why did he care so
They don't have a clue what I have been through, but they are all eager to judge me," Astrid clenched her fist and thought bitterly. She could feel the weight of condemnation pressing down on her. Her gaze finally landed on Riven, her husband. His jaw tightened and he wore a cold expression, his eyes filled with disdain. Astrid sighed in disappointment, murmuring, "Hell... everyone..." with a bitter smile playing on her lips. Eira broke the silence, her tone filled with mock concern, "Older sister, it's been three days since you left the house. We were all worried. At least you could have called us. Old Lady Slade's tone was filled with disdain, "You really have no shame. I don't understand why my son chose you. A married woman disappearing for three days without a word?" Aurora, Riven's sister, added, "Are you finally showing your true colors? After killing my brother, you pretended to be a saint. Now you can't keep up the act and have gone off seeking pleasure elsewhere."
Astrid felt as if her world had fallen apart. Seeing the five big men in black suits coming for her, a weak, pregnant girl, she felt like prey ready to be devoured. With a loud thud, she knelt down. She clasped her hands together and her lower lip trembling as she pleaded, “Please let my child live. I will do everything you ask me. As Astrid's words hung in the air, Freya’s eyes filled with tears as she watched her daughter beg for mercy. Her heart was filled with guilt as she didn't stand up for her. She couldn't help but look away. When Astrid noticed her mother's reaction, she turned to her father, her eyes full of hope as she crawled toward him and clutched his knees. “Father, save me. I'm still your loving daughter.” Seeing his daughter, who had always been so strong, reduced to this state made his heart soften for a moment. “Yes, you are my daughter. You were a good child, Astrid. Gentle, faithful, kind… but you’ve changed.” “But Father, I haven’t changed! I’m being fr
Astrid was stunned; the man smelled so good that she couldn’t help but inhale deeply. Gosh, he smells of saffron and bergamot, she thought, her senses momentarily overwhelmed. She was mesmerized by his striking features. She looked up at him, meeting his cold, detached eyes. He looked as though he had stepped out of a timeless painting, too perfect to belong to the real world. “What a fucking handsome dude,” she almost said aloud but managed to catch herself just in time. The man, meanwhile, seemed equally taken aback. The woman in his arms was stunning. Her piercing blue eyes held a depth that stirred something unfamiliar in him—an inexplicable urge to protect her. But the moment quickly shattered. Snapping back to reality, his expression hardened, and he pushed her away abruptly. Astrid staggered but caught herself. She hadn’t expected this sudden rejection and felt her already weak body wobble. “If you didn’t want to save me, you should’ve just let me fall,” she mut
Krax could see the hatred in Astrid's eyes. Her piercing blue eyes made her look incredibly adorable. With the file his assistant had sent him, he could see that the woman had really suffered. But wait—did she really kill her brother-in-law? If so, what could have driven her to do that? Interesting, this is really interesting, he thought to himself while studying the woman who looked so innocent. She didn't seem like a killer. As he remained immersed in his thoughts, Astrid snapped out of hers and noticed Krax’s intense gaze fixed on her. She instinctively touched her face, wondering if something was wrong. “What?” she asked, annoyed, after realizing there was nothing out of place. Krax said nothing. Instead, he shifted his gaze from her and stared at the IV drip attached to her hand with an expressionless face. “You’re going to stay here for a week. We’ll talk about everything after you’re fully healed,” he said firmly. Astrid was stunned. “A full week? Are you kidding me? Wh
Josh followed behind Astrid. He stared at the beautiful woman, and many things were going through his mind. He wondered what his boss was thinking and what made him pay special attention to her. Astrid kept walking, glancing back and forth as her eyes scanned the environment, searching for an escape route. “Here might not be the best place to escape," she murmured. Her tone wasn't low, so Josh heard her speaking. “Are you talking to me, miss?" Josh asked. “No, no," Astrid shook her head and continued moving forward. As they were walking, Astrid saw a pregnant woman supported by her husband. The man held his wife gently. You could see the smile in his eyes as he shined with happiness. The man rubbed his hands on the woman's belly and said something only the two could hear. When Astrid saw them, the scene made her stop in her tracks. She was immersed in the scene and felt sad, and the memories she had been trying hard to hide flooded her thoughts. It's so beautiful.
At Don't Mind Your Husband's club, the ladies continued to gulp one drink after the other.Mia lunged forward, her hand flailing as she tried to touch Astrid's hair, nearly collapsing into her friend’s shoulder. “You’re strong… If it were me…” She paused, gripping her glass tightly. “I’d already be in jail.”Astrid sighed, exhaustion and bitterness etched in her expression. “Fuck them all. They’ll pay for this,” she muttered, raising her middle finger in the air.Mia squinted at the last bottle of Kiss, her shaking hand fumbling as she tried to pour it into the glass. “Where’s… that glass?” she mumbled, blinking hard to focus.Astrid’s words slurred as she reached for the glass. “My dear friend, this is the fourth bottle you've ordered. Don’t get too drunk, or else we might sleep here.”Mia shook her head, slurring her words. “D…on’t… worry, dear friend… even if I take ten bottles, I can still get you home. I got your back.”Astrid grabbed a bottle of Smirnoff, sniffing the air as a t
Josh's heart skipped a beat when he saw the caller. He took a deep breath to sound normal. "B-Boss," he said, trying to hide the panic in his tone. "Josh, I hope all is well," Krax said, noticing the tense in Josh’s voice. When Josh realized his boss could sense the uneasiness, he swallowed hard. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down. "N-nothing, B-Boss," he stammered. His legs grew weak as he failed to conceal it anymore. "Josh, you better tell me what's going on before I find out myself," Krax said in a cold, threatening tone. His chilly voice sent shivers down Josh's spine, making his hands tremble. "Uhm... the lady you asked me to look after... she escaped," Josh said, almost dropping the phone with his shaky hands. Suddenly, the line went silent. Josh held his breath, not daring to wake the sleeping lion. After a couple of seconds, he wondered why it was quiet. He shifted the phone from his ear to check if his boss had hung up. The call was still connected. "Boss..."
Josh followed behind Astrid. He stared at the beautiful woman, and many things were going through his mind. He wondered what his boss was thinking and what made him pay special attention to her. Astrid kept walking, glancing back and forth as her eyes scanned the environment, searching for an escape route. “Here might not be the best place to escape," she murmured. Her tone wasn't low, so Josh heard her speaking. “Are you talking to me, miss?" Josh asked. “No, no," Astrid shook her head and continued moving forward. As they were walking, Astrid saw a pregnant woman supported by her husband. The man held his wife gently. You could see the smile in his eyes as he shined with happiness. The man rubbed his hands on the woman's belly and said something only the two could hear. When Astrid saw them, the scene made her stop in her tracks. She was immersed in the scene and felt sad, and the memories she had been trying hard to hide flooded her thoughts. It's so beautiful.
Krax could see the hatred in Astrid's eyes. Her piercing blue eyes made her look incredibly adorable. With the file his assistant had sent him, he could see that the woman had really suffered. But wait—did she really kill her brother-in-law? If so, what could have driven her to do that? Interesting, this is really interesting, he thought to himself while studying the woman who looked so innocent. She didn't seem like a killer. As he remained immersed in his thoughts, Astrid snapped out of hers and noticed Krax’s intense gaze fixed on her. She instinctively touched her face, wondering if something was wrong. “What?” she asked, annoyed, after realizing there was nothing out of place. Krax said nothing. Instead, he shifted his gaze from her and stared at the IV drip attached to her hand with an expressionless face. “You’re going to stay here for a week. We’ll talk about everything after you’re fully healed,” he said firmly. Astrid was stunned. “A full week? Are you kidding me? Wh
Astrid was stunned; the man smelled so good that she couldn’t help but inhale deeply. Gosh, he smells of saffron and bergamot, she thought, her senses momentarily overwhelmed. She was mesmerized by his striking features. She looked up at him, meeting his cold, detached eyes. He looked as though he had stepped out of a timeless painting, too perfect to belong to the real world. “What a fucking handsome dude,” she almost said aloud but managed to catch herself just in time. The man, meanwhile, seemed equally taken aback. The woman in his arms was stunning. Her piercing blue eyes held a depth that stirred something unfamiliar in him—an inexplicable urge to protect her. But the moment quickly shattered. Snapping back to reality, his expression hardened, and he pushed her away abruptly. Astrid staggered but caught herself. She hadn’t expected this sudden rejection and felt her already weak body wobble. “If you didn’t want to save me, you should’ve just let me fall,” she mut
Astrid felt as if her world had fallen apart. Seeing the five big men in black suits coming for her, a weak, pregnant girl, she felt like prey ready to be devoured. With a loud thud, she knelt down. She clasped her hands together and her lower lip trembling as she pleaded, “Please let my child live. I will do everything you ask me. As Astrid's words hung in the air, Freya’s eyes filled with tears as she watched her daughter beg for mercy. Her heart was filled with guilt as she didn't stand up for her. She couldn't help but look away. When Astrid noticed her mother's reaction, she turned to her father, her eyes full of hope as she crawled toward him and clutched his knees. “Father, save me. I'm still your loving daughter.” Seeing his daughter, who had always been so strong, reduced to this state made his heart soften for a moment. “Yes, you are my daughter. You were a good child, Astrid. Gentle, faithful, kind… but you’ve changed.” “But Father, I haven’t changed! I’m being fr
They don't have a clue what I have been through, but they are all eager to judge me," Astrid clenched her fist and thought bitterly. She could feel the weight of condemnation pressing down on her. Her gaze finally landed on Riven, her husband. His jaw tightened and he wore a cold expression, his eyes filled with disdain. Astrid sighed in disappointment, murmuring, "Hell... everyone..." with a bitter smile playing on her lips. Eira broke the silence, her tone filled with mock concern, "Older sister, it's been three days since you left the house. We were all worried. At least you could have called us. Old Lady Slade's tone was filled with disdain, "You really have no shame. I don't understand why my son chose you. A married woman disappearing for three days without a word?" Aurora, Riven's sister, added, "Are you finally showing your true colors? After killing my brother, you pretended to be a saint. Now you can't keep up the act and have gone off seeking pleasure elsewhere."
The car came to a sudden halt, jolting the driver. His heart skipped a beat. He gripped the steering wheel tightly and glanced nervously at the young man sitting in the back seat.His boss lifted his eyes slightly from the tablet he was scrolling through. His lips pressed into a thin line. His voice was cold: “Why have we stopped?”The driver’s pulse quickened. He swallowed hard, trying to steady his hands. “A woman… she fainted in front of the car.”Silence filled the air, thick and suffocating. The boss didn’t move. The driver waited, heart racing.Finally, the boss’s voice cut through the silence, icy and calm: “Check who it is.”The driver’s eyes widened. This wasn’t like him at all.He hesitated before stepping out, his steps heavy. Kneeling beside the woman, he checked her pulse. His heart sank—her pulse was erratic.His voice trembled. “Boss… her pulse is irregular. She needs to go to the hospital now…”The driver fell silent, staring nervously at his boss. Why did he care so
The room was freezing, the kind of cold that cut through to her bones. She clutched her stomach, trembling as sharp pain wracked her body. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she gritted her teeth against the stabbing pain. The bare room seemed to close in on her, amplifying her loneliness. She lifted her gaze to the clock. Each tick felt like an enemy, dragging time away. It was 11:00 p.m., and her husband still hadn't come home. With shaky hands, she reached for the phone on the bed. The cold air blew her hair as she struggled to dial her husband’s number. Her heart raced with every ring, and it felt like forever. Finally, the call came through. A woman with a sharp and mocking tone could be heard on the other end. “Hey, old witch, why are you calling my man at this hour?” the woman sneered. Her words hit her like cold water splashing on her face. She clenched her teeth, but the pain in her stomach was so intense, it overwhelmed the anger she fought to suppress. “Eira Carso