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Freya's POV "This isn't good. How did my ex-boss end up as Mr. Smith's stepbrother?" I thought, feeling uneasy. Michael seemed to sense my tension, but before he could say anything, my worst fear stood before me. Ambrose was too engrossed in giving Michael a deep look to notice me. "Enough of me, Meet Freya Rogers, my wife," his introduction hung in the air like a challenge, and I felt a surge of anxiety. I coughed suddenly, the sound forced and awkward. It was now or never; I had to face this. "Hi, I'm... Freya..." I started, but Ambrose cut me off. "What! Is this your wife, Michael?" His eyes widened in shock, clearly stunned to see me among all the women he could have met. He might have controlled me and my body in the past. I might have loved him foolishly. But this time, I was no longer the naive and lovesick Freya. I was a desperate woman fighting to save my mother. "C'mon, why the look?" Michael asked, oblivious to the tension. "I should be the one surprised; everyone decided to arrive at this delicate time in my marriage." But Ambrose's eyes never left mine. I wondered what was going through his mind. The tables had turned. This time, I would stop at nothing to get my revenge. I would claim my son and.... "Uncle Michael!" The little boy's delighted voice interrupted my thoughts. He ran into Michael's open arms, I watched Michael smile broadly and for the first time, I saw him happy. "Hey, big boy! How have you been? Sorry I couldn't video call; I've been busy," Michael said, as I gazed at the innocent child. A pang hit me; I yearned to cuddle my boy, but he didn't recognize me. "Waylen, that's enough," Ambrose said firmly, his voice slicing through the air. "Your uncle and I are busy; you should excuse the adults." Ambrose's gaze lingered on me, his eyes narrowing as he cut off Waylen's enthusiastic chatter. I knew it was because of me; he would never let me near my son. I swallowed, "Isn't it great he's greeting his uncle?" I asked, facing Ambrose with a forced smile as Michael released Waylen. "Hey, big boy, hurry over to Grandpa, okay? You'll talk to me after our discussion," Michael called after him, his voice warm and affectionate. I watched, my heart aching, as Waylen turned to leave. Our eyes met, and for a moment, time froze. I sensed an electrifying tension; had my son just given me a look? "Hi," Waylen said, smiling, and my heart skipped a beat. Ambrose's voice cut through the moment, his tone sharp. "Waylen, now!" I closed my eyes, clenching my fist as Waylen's words echoed in my mind. "Uncle Michael, your wife is so beautiful. I wish I had a mother like her." Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. Oh, baby, I'm your mother, I thought. But I couldn't say it out loud. For a second, Ambrose's eyes locked onto mine, and I knew I would never forgive him. The air was thick with tension, the silence between us heavy with unspoken words. Michael's voice broke the spell. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked, his eyes searching mine. I nodded, forcing a smile. Ambrose's sneer cut through the moment. "Wow, lil' bro, I actually thought you were into blondes. Why a brunette this time?" He raised an eyebrow, his gaze raking over me. I felt a familiar sting, his words echoing the body-shaming comments he'd made in the past. Michael's response was immediate. "I changed," he said, his voice firm. I linked my arm with his, giving Ambrose a defiant look. This time, I would do anything to bring him down, make him beg on his knees. Even if it meant bringing Michael closer to me. Michael's eyes locked onto Ambrose's, his gaze intense. "If you get to know Freya, she's the sweetest woman any man could have." I smiled, feeling a surge of gratitude toward Michael. Ambrose's face darkened, his jaw clenched in anger. The tension between the two men was palpable, the air thick with unspoken threats. I knew I had to intervene before things escalated. "Sweetheart, we should go say hi to Grandpa," I said, my voice light, disrupting the tension. Michael nodded, his eyes never leaving Ambrose's face, as we turned to leave. I acted all mighty in front of Ambrose, but the truth was, I was dead scared. Fear gripped my heart like a vice, threatening to suffocate me. What if he came to hurt me or threaten my mother's life again, like he did in the past? The memories of his cruel words and actions still lingered, haunting me. He had threatened to end her life unless I stayed away from their lives years ago. Oh God! How did they end up becoming brothers? The thought sent a shiver down my spine. There was no way I could tell Michael about this; it was my problem, not his. Besides, what good would it do if he realized his so-called wife was the mother of his nephew? "Hey, are you okay? There's an audience, Miss Rogers" Michael asked, his voice piercing through my trance-like state. "Sure! Of course, I'm fine," I said, forcing a smile onto my face. But my eyes betrayed me, revealing the turmoil brewing inside. "You know, you just have to avoid my stepbrother," Michael said, his eyes locked onto mine. "We really don't get along, and I wouldn't want you..." He paused, his gaze intense. "You know what; just forget it. Excuse me for a while." He released our locked arms, and I felt a pang of disappointment. I watched as he walked away, his broad shoulders disappearing into the crowd. After a quick word with Grandpa, who seemed like the nicest person in Michael's family, I couldn't find Waylen. I decided to look around for him,it was getting windy and dark. "You know, you should learn how to mind your business," Ambrose said, stepping out of the shadows. His voice sent a chill down my spine. "C'mon, Freya, are you still head over heels for wealthy men for material gain?" He sneered, his eyes glinting with malice. I closed my eyes, feeling a surge of anger. My fists clenched, and I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. "You know, Michael doesn't love you," Ambrose continued, his words dripping with venom. "Like I told you, you can never find anyone to love you. Michael will never love you." I exhaled a chuckle, a cold, mirthless sound. "Not everyone's like you, Ambrose. You're a monster, and I'm not going to let you make my boy one." Ambrose's grip on my arm tightened, his fingers digging into my skin. "Stay away from my son. You have no right to be his mother. He doesn't even know you, you bitch." I lost it, sending a scorching slap across his face. I knew I had made the situation worse, but I didn't regret it. "How dare you!" Ambrose spat, raising his hand. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the impact. But it never came. "Would you rather I take the mic and announce to everyone that...you're nothing but a whore?" Ambrose sneered. "Of course, you won't expect me to disclose your relationship with Waylen." I felt a sting from his words, but I refused to back down. "You bastard! I wish I never met you. I won't let you take Waylen from me. I'll..." Ambrose's eyes glinted with malice. "You know what I'm capable of doing, Freya. I suppose your mom is still alive." My heart skipped a beat. I closed my eyes, biting my lips until I could taste blood. I didn't say a word as I took a step to leave. "Michael's marriage is a sham," Ambrose called out. "You both are so stupid. He has no place in those inheritances. You're just wasting your time." I laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "You still look miserable, Ambrose. I pity you." As I walked away, Ambrose's parting shot hit me like a slap. "Your husband left you to be with his stunning ex. Who are you compared to Emma, you skinny wench?" I ignored him, increasing my pace. The wind and rain pounded against me, but I didn't stop. I never knew why, but my eyes became teary . I kept walking, searching for no one, as I became restless and pained. "Sweetheart, it's raining. I can't let you drive. I know you still feel it, and that's why I won't let you drive," a woman's voice said. I paused, wondering who it was. Then I walked closer and looked further, my heart sinking. Emma, Michael's stunning ex, stood beside him, looking breathtaking. Together, alone. I never knew why I was feeling this way, but the tears slowly ran down my face. And then I thought, What had rain got to do with him driving?Chapter 5Freya's POVWhat has rain got to do with driving? I wondered, watching Emma's hand on Michael's arm. There was no reason to watch from afar; it wouldn't be a problem to walk over. I wiped away the tears that had mingled with the rainfall as I walked over, with Emma noticing my presence and clinging more tightly to Michael's body. I cared less, after all; there was nothing special between us, and Michael loved her."Sweetheart, like I said, I have to drive you," Emma said, reaching for the front seat, when Michael caught her hand, making her stop. "I'm fine... Emma, my wife will drive me," he said with a cold face, staring intensely at her. I closed my eyes, wincing inwardly as I watched them. Michael didn't have to be so hard on himself."Drive? She doesn't even look like one who's ever owned a car. Come on, Michael. You wouldn't want to repeat..." Emma's voice trailed off, but Michael's stern tone cut her off."Emma!" Michael's warning was sharp, and Emma's eyes flashed wit
Chapter 6 Ambrose's POV I gripped the wine cup with ferocious intensity, my teeth clenched in rage. The cup shattered in my hand, shards piercing my skin. The pain was nothing compared to the fury burning within me. Freya's audacity to raise her hand at me, simply because she was with Michael, was infuriating.A sly smile spread across my face as I wondered how they had met. "I'll crush you both," I whispered, my voice barely audible.Just then, I heard the soft sound of footsteps. Composing myself, I plastered a smile on my face. After all, the host of a party shouldn't appear irritated. "Ambrose," a familiar voice called out. I turned to see Emma, her eyes red and puffy from crying. I had never liked Emma, but at that moment, I preferred to see her with Michael than Freya. "The party's over, Emma. Why are you still here?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant. Emma approached me, her mascara-smudged face showing how much she had cried. "Have you been crying?" I asked, already
Chapter 7 Freya's POV I opened my eyes, hoping that everything that had happened would be just a dream, and I'd find myself back home. I missed my mom terribly and couldn't wait to visit her again. "Waylen," I called, a smile spreading across my face. My son was adorable, inheriting his blonde hair from his father. I still couldn't pinpoint which trait he got from me. As I stood up, I realized I was wearing a completely different outfit. Confused, I glanced around the room. My gaze landed on the familiar portrait, confirming that I was indeed in Michael's room. But I wondered, had he changed my clothes? I pushed the thought aside, knowing he wasn't capable of such behavior. "Finally, she wakes," Michael said, emerging from the bathroom. My gaze, settlling on the droplet of water clinging to his chest. I felt a flutter, which I quickly suppressed, reminding myself that Ambrose was the only man who had ever held my attention. I looked away, my eyes fixed on the floor. "Did..
Chapter 8 Michael's POV "Why the shock?" I asked, observing Jason's dazed expression. I knew the truth was hard to swallow, but it was the only way for me to claim my inheritance ; the last thing I had left, at least until Emma's unexpected return. Jason's eyes narrowed, his brow furrowed in concern. "What if Grandpa demands a legitimate heir before handing everything over to you? What if he doesn't approve of your six-month divorce plan?" I let out a low, mirthless chuckle. "Enough of the what ifs," I said, my fingers drumming a restless rhythm on my thigh. "Do you think Grandpa bought the fabricated story about my marriage to Freya? I'm certain he saw right through it, even if he's pretending otherwise." Jason's expression turned thoughtful. "Why be so hard on yourself, then? And who knows, you might actually fall for this woman." He said as I burst out laughing at the absurdity of the suggestion. The idea was almost too ridiculous to consider. "Fall in love? Have I ever
Chapter 9 Michael's POV As soon as I read Grandpa's message, I sent a text to Jason. Given that everyone would be busy preparing for dinner, there was no need to track Ambrose today. That task would have to wait until tomorrow. I waited for what felt like an eternity before Freya finally walked into the house. I couldn't help but wonder where she had gone without a car. I gazed out the window, catching a glimpse of her face, they weren't the usual face she carried. I looked away as I glanced at my phone [7:49]. I still couldn't get my mind off the name she had called that night. If I could think correctly, she was calling the name in her sleep with tears in her eyes. "Mr. Smith," I heard her voice, which snapped me out of my thoughts as she knocked on the door before entering. My gaze rested on the short denim skirt she wore, and that was definitely the first time I saw her dressed that way. Well, I wouldn't call it attractive ; at least, not to me. "Where on Earth have yo
Chapter 10 Freya's POV I felt my spirit come out of my body at Ambrose's mention of my hatred for potatoes. No one knew about it, and I was glad I could come up with a reasonable explanation. He had already threatened to oppress me tonight if I didn't hold his hand. But my mind was fixed: I would make my son recognize me, even without joining hands with him. But I couldn't understand why my heart shattered again the moment Michael caught Emma from falling. I swallowed a large lump of saliva. At that instant, I felt stupid as I gulped my drink. "Oh, I'm so sorry. Sorry I slipped...I...am sorry," Emma said shakily before walking swiftly away. I knew she made it all up. Michael had done nothing wrong; we weren't in love, nor were we committed to each other. But why did I feel cheated on? I wasn't in love with him, was I? No, not again, not a billionaire again, and certainly not Ambrose's brother. Alexis finally broke the silence. "What was that, cousin?" But I couldn't muster the
Chapter 11 Raymond's POV "Oh my, Michael. I finally got you," I said, exposing a sly smile as my instincts proved true. Michael had left his wife for Emma, and here they were, caught in the act. I savored the moment, my tongue tracing the curve of my lower lip. I leaned in, planting a triumphant kiss on the tiny camera in my hand. With evidence in hand, I made my way to Ambrose's room, ready to unleash the bombshell. "Raymond, you should be keeping your eye on Michael," Ambrose said, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Besides, I hope you hid that bug perfectly in his room?" I nodded, aware that Ambrose was plotting something. "I hid it where no one could see it," I said with a sly smile. "Not even Bella's ghost would find it." Ambrose's laughter sent a shiver down my spine. "Look at you," Ambrose said, his voice dripping with malice. "Have you forgotten you were closer to her?" I forced a shallow chuckle, feeling a pang of unease. "I never liked her," I said, trying to so
Chapter 12 Michael's POV I quickly dialed Jason's number, my mind racing with concern. "Jason, it's Freya. We got into a fight, and she just left Grandpa's home. She's heading to the hospital where her mom stays. Keep an eye on her," I said, ending the call abruptly after hearing Jason's reassuring response. I paced around the room, feeling restless and anxious. Finally, I collapsed onto the bed, feeling lifeless and defeated. The weight of my mistakes crushed me. I shouldn't have kissed Emma, no matter how I felt about her. Regret washed over me, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt. Lost in thought, I didn't notice the two gentle knocks on my door. "Michael, are you in there?" Grandpa called out, sounding worried. I took a deep breath and replied, "Grandpa." He entered the room, looking around as if searching for someone. His cane supported him as he walked. "Come to my room," he said gently but firmly.I followed him, thinking of excuses for Freya's absence. In his
Chapter 135 Freya's POV"What did you say?" Raymond asked, his eyeballs suddenly widening as I took a deep breath with my eyes closed. "Wait, did you both..." He paused as I felt so shy about giving him a response. He turned around, trying to go back to Jason, as I grabbed his hand firmly, preventing him from moving."What the hell are you doing?" I asked, my voice shaking. "Of course, we need to tell it to Jason. I can't keep this from him.""What do you mean? Michael's getting married, and I really don't want this baby to... come into his marriage," I said, and somehow, I could see the resignation in his expression."You could hurt the baby, you know?" He whispered as I shook my head, trying to be strong. "I'll be fine. Just go be with Jason and wait," I said as he nodded. "Be careful," he warned before leaving as I wiped away the little tears that had plastered on my face.A few moments later, I found myself in front of a beautiful yet small house. I doubted this was where Ambros
Chapter 134Freya's POVI began to shake as we drove down a lonely bush path. Raymond held my hands in assurance, but it felt like that wasn't enough. I wanted more than just that... I needed Michael's warm embrace, I needed to feel his warm breath on me whispering to me that everything would be okay."Jason," I called as he replied with his eyes still fixed on the road as he drove with his cellphone mounted in front, which guided him with the direction. "Is... is... Michael coming already?" I asked, my voice so low, but I didn't think I needed to appear like I was fine without him. "Yes, Freya... Michael's coming." I nodded as I fixed my eyes on the wristwatch again as a private number appeared again as the caller ID. I picked it up immediately, fully aware that it was Ambrose."Hey... do you really not care about your mother? How aged she is that she can't even withstand the cold on her?" he mocked as he laughed loudly while my hand shook while holding the cellphone, but I tried
Chapter 133Michael's POVI couldn't stop myself from banging the laptop that was placed in front of me aggressively on the office desk, not caring about anything. The thought of seeing Freya so comfortable without me by her side, her sudden closeness with Raymond, and how she didn't even realize that I had stopped her from going out there because I still cared for her. "You're so stupid, so stupid," I muttered, closing my eyes to take a deep breath when Grandpa's call came into my phone. "Grandpa," I finally said after the third ring, as I heard him clear his throat from the receiver end. I wondered why he had called; it was always about the damn marriage."Haven't you seen the news? Where did Ambrose take the little boy and his grandmother to?" he asked, and I detected panic in his voice. "You should hurry over and do something quick," he said, as I let out a low chuckle. How on Earth did he get to know about it? "Grandpa, why do you suddenly care about the Rogers?" I asked, and
Chapter 132 The weight of my words Freya's POV "Yeah, that won't be necessary. I'm here already, and there's no way I'm going to sit back and watch you all go without me," I said, my eyes locking onto Michael's, who didn't say a word but kept his focus on Raymond. "Raymond, we need to get to Grandpa," I said, almost going closer, as Michael stepped in between. His towering height once more intimidated me as he gave me a long, piercing gaze. "I will not let you go on that road in search of them; I won't ever allow that," Michael said authoritatively, as I couldn't stop myself from laughing. "What on earth does he take me for right now?" I thought. I refused to be stupid, not to him nor Ambrose. "Dare me if you can, Mr. Michael Smith Jenkins," I said in gritted teeth as I moved closer to him, like I was daring him for a challenge. "May I have a moment with her, please?" he said softly, as the two nodded about leaving while I moved closer to Raymond, still locking eyes with him. "We
Chapter 131Freya's POV"Raymond," I called, my voice shaking as I staggered on my feet before I felt his hand holding me from falling. "Ambrose is a psychopath. We need to chase him...we need to go over to Grandpa and...""Freya, I'll do everything I can to make sure your mother and son are safe. Trust me on this," he assured as I paced around restlessly before going to check my phone, which lay motionless on the floor. "Oh, thank God. It isn't broken," I whispered, trying to call the same number as Raymond watched me with anger in his eyes. "Damn!! The number isn't going through.""We have to take this to Jason; he should find a way to track his location," he said as I paused for a while. "Will you be fine? I mean, some publication was made to show that...some..." I stammered on my words, not knowing how he was going to take it. "That I once worked with Ambrose," he said, nodding his head slowly. "It's just that...I don't want you out there for me, Raymond.""They're right. The med
Chapter 130Michael's POVI walked into my office for the first time in a while, smiling as I took a deep breath of the familiar air that greeted me. I wasted no time watering my very own plant that was placed beside my chair. Here I was, complete, as I closed my eyes for a while before retiring to the chair."Boss," Jason called as soon as he placed a knock on the door, and my expression turned sour. The word 'boss' was very foreign, hearing it from a friend I took more than a brother."Where is he? Have you found him?" I asked, my palm on my face as I took a deep breath."Have you reported the message he sent to you to the cops? I've tried tracking down the message, but somehow, I can't get any signal," he said as I stood, narrowing my eyes as I kept staring outside the window, like I could get a hint from there."And Raymond? Have you found him?""Since your release, we don't know where he is either. Somehow, dude hasn't forgiven himself about everything that had happened. He think
Chapter 129Alexis' POVIt's been two days since Michael's freedom, and the whole city was speaking about him. I couldn't stop thinking about Raymond's words to me; I found them ridiculous. There was no way I was going to surrender. Either way, I needed to speak with Ambrose; we needed to have a better plan. Michael's wedding was the talk of the town; we couldn't let him get married and reclaim the inheritance........................."What did you say? Do you mean Ambrose fled without informing me?" I asked as Mrs. Cooke nodded her head slowly few moments after I made ways into Ambrose's home. I tried everything I could to control myself."And Emma? I guess that bitch had probably flown to Hungary...""Mr. Ambrose left with his son. I haven't heard from him since the final trial. What do we do? I'm so scared," Mrs. Cooke shivered as I closed my eyes for a moment."We have no time left. Ambrose is gone. Have you tried calling Emma?" I asked, trying to act strong as Mrs. Cooke tried c
Chapter 128Michael's POVI was uneasy, my hands drumming unstoppably on my thigh as I kept adjusting my tie every few seconds. Like I'd told her, Freya wasn't present. Not only was she not present, I couldn't find Ambrose either. But then, I locked eyes with Emma, who took them away as soon as they collided; perhaps guilty."Shall we begin the final trial of Mr. Michael Smith?" the judge announced a few minutes after everyone had stood to acknowledge his presence. I rested my gaze on Jason, who shook his head in a way that told me not to push through with the plans I had in mind. I waved it off with a smile as I focused on the judge, who began to arrange and review documents."So..." the judge began, clearing his throat while I watched Grandpa dying of anxiety. Natasha Choi gave me a slight nod."Your Honor," a voice called out as everyone turned around to see who had interrupted the judge at this crucial point. "Your Honor, the witness wants to retell her testimony." The court offic
Chapter 127Michael's POV"The final trial comes up tomorrow...if anything goes wrong tomorrow, I'll fight for my freedom," I said, locking eyes with Jason, who stood staring into space before he finally came to sit beside the sofa where I sat."You're not planning something, right?" "Bella's alive. Would you let me fold my hands and listen to the judge's verdict that I have been found guilty? Bella's alive now, and I have things to protect from Ambrose.""There's no way you'll be pronounced guilty just because Bella testified against you. And then there's something Raymond said to me, and somehow he's smart, and he might be right" I suddenly glued my eyes to Jason's eyes, curious to know what Raymond might have told him."And what exactly did he say to you?" "Listen...he said somehow, the judge probably knew what he was up to, and him isolating Bella to only God knows where until the trial should also be part of his smart move." "So?" I asked, still not getting what I was expecting