Chapter 3
Michael's POV [You're a murderer. You think no one knows, but I do. You're a murderer, Michael. You remember five years ago? The world will know about you now!] Horror gripped me, my mind racing with Emma's sudden return and its connection to the ominous message. Memories of that fateful night five years ago flooded back. I knew someone else probably knew about the incident of five years ago. Someone aside Emma and I knew about Bella's death. Bella; my little sister. Who on Earth would send this message? The weight of guilt still crushed me, refusing to lift its oppressive grip. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was responsible for Bella's death. The pain of losing her was worsened by the fact that I never got to say goodbye, never got to hold her one last time. The worst part was not being able to find her body. She was buried before I even regained consciousness, leaving me with a gaping hole in my heart. The thought of her being laid to rest without me being there to mourn her was a constant torment. I replayed that fateful day in my mind, wondering what I could have done differently. The self-blame was suffocating, the what-ifs haunting me like a relentless ghost. "I killed her," I whispered, the words tearing at my soul like a rusty knife. "Mr. Smith, are you in there?" Freya's gentle voice pierced my thoughts, her concern evident. I paused, hesitating before responding. My mind was still reeling from the cryptic message that had arrived earlier. "Are you okay?" She asked, closing the ornate door softly behind her. Her eyes searched mine, filled with a genuine concern that only served to annoy me. "What do you want?" I snapped, my tone sharper than intended. Freya's eyes narrowed slightly, but she didn't back down. "Is there anything...I should help you with?" she asked, her voice measured. For a moment, I felt like she was going to overstep her bounds. I needed her as a pawn to secure my inheritance, not as a meddling wife. "And what will you be helping me with if I say yes? Get my cousins out of here when you were literally the one who begged them to stay?" I paused, taking a deep breath to calm myself. "Miss Rogers, I don't appreciate you being nosy in matters relating to me," I warned, my tone icy. Freya's eyes flashed with a hint of defiance, but she took a deep breath, seeming to collect herself. "Nevertheless, our agreement remains," I said, my voice firm. "After six months, we'll get divorced, and we'll get what we want." I watched her, pleased that she finally understood her place. But I knew I couldn't let my guard down. Ambrose was still out there, plotting to take what was rightfully mine. And now, with Emma's sudden appearance, things were about to get even more complicated. I needed to stay focused on protecting my birthright, no matter the cost. "Mr. Smith, I know it's not my place, but about the sudden message..." Freya's voice trailed off, her eyes filled with concern. "Pretend the message never came, Miss Rogers," I warned, my tone firm and dismissive. "It's none of your concern. We had an agreement; we'll stay out of each other's business and you must comply." I snapped, ending the conversation. She had no right to know about my life, especially the secrets from five years ago. My inheritance was all that mattered. Emma's sudden return after abandoning me five years ago puzzled me. I'd instruct my secretary to investigate while maintaining my facade. My phone buzzed again, and I closed my eyes, anxiety spiking. Might be another threatening message; I needed to identify the sender immediately. "Won't you at least take a look at the phone? Is it something I could help you with? I have a..." Freya began, but I cut her off. "Miss Rogers, I think you're forgetting something," I said, my voice icy. "You don't need to act like we care while we're alone; the rule doesn't apply when we're alone." I snapped angrily, attempting to keep my voice low. Freya's eyes blazed, and for a moment, I thought I'd never seen her that mad. "You're cruel, you're so cruel, Mr. Smith," she spat, her voice trembling with rage. She turned, her long hair bouncing as she exited swiftly, slamming the door shut behind her. The silence was palpable. I wondered, why so sensitive? I picked up my phone, noticing Ambrose's name flashing on the screen. His text mocked me; [Wow, lil bro, congrats! Sorry I missed your wedding. I'm hosting a welcome party tonight. Can't wait to meet you both.] Rage simmered, boiling over. "How dare you make fun of me, Ambrose?" I thundered, slamming my phone onto the marble floor as the shards scattered everywhere. "Michael, are you okay?" Emma's gentle voice echoed from the outside. I paused, frozen. The door creaked open. Emma stood before me, her piercing blue eyes freezing my blood. She was even more breathtakingly beautiful. But I couldn't embrace her; I had to maintain the charade of marriage , at least, for now. "You've changed, Michael. This isn't you. You forgot about me so soon," she cried, her tears piercing my conscience. I gazed at her, pain etched on my face. How dare she play the victim? "Leave, lest my wife misunderstand" I said firmly, pretending to be strong. "Is that really what you want, Michael?" Emma whispered, her voice shaking . I looked away, concealing my true emotions. The truth was, I still loved her. "You have to leave before my wife misunderstands," I repeated, firmness masking my vulnerability. Emma nodded, her eyes locking onto mine. "Ambrose's returning tonight. His welcome party's tonight, you need to be there for him," she said, her lips grazing my cheek in a gentle kiss. As she departed, I froze. How did she know about the party? Why had Emma returned immediately after my wedding? And Ambrose ; why now, after three years in Australia with Waylen, his son? *** Freya's POV I wondered why Michael's arrogance and response affected me. I didn't care about him; I was only trying to help. As long as my mother's safety was concerned, we were on the same boat. If only I didn't need the money for my mother's treatment, I wouldn't have entangled myself in a billionaire's mess again. A text from Michael flashed on my screen: "It's my stepbrother's welcome party tonight. Be ready in two hours. My assistant will bring you your dress and accessories." "He's so full of himself," I muttered, rolling my eyes. Two hours later, I stood before the standing mirror, my jaw dropping at my reflection. The red gown hugged my petite frame perfectly, accentuating my curves. Anxiety swept over me, and I closed my eyes. Why did I suddenly feel uneasy about tonight? "Miss Rogers, are you in there?" Michael's deep baritone voice broke the silence. I swiftly gathered my belongings, composing myself. "One minute," I called out. As I exited, Michael's imposing figure awaited me. He wore a tailored white Armani suit, complemented by a blue shirt. His hair was impeccably styled, and his piercing blue eyes seemed to claim ownership of everything they touched. My heart skipped a beat, but I braced myself; I wouldn't let my guard down. I hated them; billionaires. "Miss Rogers," he called, snapping me back to reality. "I'm ready," I replied, my look cold and detached. He nodded. "My cousins are still preparing. We must play the role of a perfect couple, Miss Rogers." I nodded, resigned. I had no choice. Our hands intertwined, sparking undeniable tension and a flutter in my chest. The car ride was silent, but my restlessness grew. "My brother can be annoying, but he's intelligent. Don't let him get under your skin. I trust you'll handle it," he said as I fixed him with a steady gaze. Was he patronizing me? I remained silent. Before long, we arrived at the Grand Hall, a venue I never imagined I'd visit. "Shall we?" he asked, offering his hand. I folded my fist, wanting to punch him, but I didn't. I took it, our arms locking as we forced bright, fake smiles. "Wow, it's Waylen. My nephew, he's grown so big," Michael exclaimed, his expression softening as he gazed at the boy. I wondered what kind of kid Waylen was to bring out this rare display of warmth in Michael. I smiled, my gaze fixed on the young, handsome boy clinging to grandfather's hand. "He's adorable," I said, tears welling up in my eyes. Michael began, "So, we have to..." But his words were interrupted by a familiar voice; "Michael! Whom do we have here?" "Oh, it's Ambrose," Michael said to me, his tone neutral. I turned, and my eyes locked onto the figure. My gaze widened, fury and fear igniting within. My blood boiled, simmering just below the surface. My arms instinctively withdrew from Michael's, as if severed by an unseen force. Ambrose ; my ex-boss, the man who shattered my world and broke me, the one who destroyed me, the father of my three-year-old son. My vision blurred, with memories of my past flooding back. My world crumbled, leaving only tension and simmering rage. What about that young child? Was he perhaps... my son?Chaoter 4Freya'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; everyon
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 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