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 101Jason's POVMy heart was deeply hurt as I gave Michael a reassuring look. I couldn't imagine a day when Michael would spend a night in custody. "I'll bring you out of here, I promise," I said to him. "Find Freya" were the only words he told me, and I nodded my head firmly. I couldn't give him a long, lasting stare; there was no way Michael would be guilty of Bella's death, an event that had left him traumatized for five years. I already knew Ambrose had a lot of evidence to make Michael appear guilty, but then, I'll do everything I can to make sure Michael's legal team works hard."Mr. Michael Smith." I turned around immediately as I saw Miss Natasha Choi, Michael's own lawyer, who was prominent for winning many cases. "How's he holding up, Mr. Jason?" she asked, walking towards me as I took a deep breath. "He's been framed. Please, do everything to reveal the truth," I begged, as she nodded, moving over to Michael, whose face had been down. "Michael, your lawyer is her
Chapter 100Freya's POV"Death?" I asked, the words slowly escaping my mouth as my heart began to pound. Had they found out that my mom possessed one of the Jenkins' property ? I wondered, my heart beating like a drum."Freya, you have to open this door if you want to see Ambrose die. You have to open this door if you want to save Michael," Raymond's voice echoed as I blinked my eyes twice. Was this another part of his scheme to betray us again? No way!"I don't need your help. Without your help, I'll storm into Ambrose's home and find the evidence I need.""Evidence? You think Ambrose would ever leave any trace at his home? You're not that stupid, Freya," he said as I exhaled a chuckle. I had never mentioned knowing anything about the bracelet to him. Somehow, Ambrose would still have it in his secret room, and..."Ambrose has found a way to eradicate every trace. You can't do this alone, Freya," Raymond interrupted my thoughts as I closed my eyes deeply. I didn't trust him a bit, b
Chapter 99Freya's POV"Billionaire Michael Smith Jenkins: Arrested for Murder of Sister." "Mom, could you read this... or probably my eyes are playing a trick on me?" I stammered, my hand shaking as I managed to keep the phone from falling. "It's been all over the news since yesterday. The country is making a fuss about it. I didn't want to call your attention to it, since all you do is confide in this place without even stepping an inch out," Mom blamed, but I wasn't really in the right mood to argue. I placed my hand on my chest to stop the erratic beating of my heart, at least to calm myself. "Michael is no murderer. There has been some misunderstanding, and I'll prove to everyone that he is not his sister's murderer," I said, determination evident in my voice. I scratched my hair, thinking of possible measures to take."You won't make any irrational moves. This is not your place, Freya. You'll be seen as an accomplice too." "What the hell does that even mean, Mom? Everything
Chapter 98Michael's POV"What!" I exclaimed, looking into Raymond's eyes, my own eyes filled with anger. I didn't think I'd heard everything Raymond had said; probably I must have hurt my ear during the gunshot that killed the gatekeeper."Michael... I... I'm so sorry, I just..." Raymond stammered."You animal!" I fired, my fist connecting with a loud crunch, sending blood gushing from the bridge of his nose."Michael, you have to calm down," Jason intervened, holding my hand to prevent me from throwing another punch as Raymond rolled, groaning in pain.I took a deep breath, easing my anger and wrath. I watched Raymond groan in pain, and somehow, I felt torn within me. I signaled to Jason to call the medical team."I brought you into my home, hoping you'd become useful, and you chose to betray me this way?" I asked, looking closely at him as his knees remained on the floor."My offenses are punishable by law. I have lots of regrets, but I just want you to give me one last chance. I s
Chapter 97Raymond's POVI fumed with rage as I watched Ambrose being interviewed. My anger kept boiling over as I watched him, all smiles, speaking about the success of his business. The same business he had ripped people off to acquire more wealth and fame."All this will end soon," I muttered, looking into my cellphone as news began to pop up. These news caught my attention as I saw Mrs. Cooke's picture and the headline: "Billionaire's Maid Guilty of Manipulation and Harmful Mixture, Wanted for a Fine of $12 Million Dollars." I smiled, knowing fully well that I knew most of the hidden parts where she might have kept her head. No doubt, I was going to acquire all the money Michael had placed on her head.But then, the "harmful mixture" caught my attention as I remembered I had once detected something like that. But then, I couldn't get the weight off my mind; I needed to see Michael again. ........... Few moments later"Get out! To think you have the nerve to come here to his offi
Chapter 96Michael's POVI couldn't wait for Jason to pack the car in the right position after numerous attempts to wake the gatekeeper, who had been dead asleep. I kept wondering why no one ever bothered go lock the gate."How dare she," Jason said, reminding me of the bond Mrs. Cooke and I shared. "You loved and took her as a mother."She was the only one I was close to; I could tolerate her, and somehow, she gave me a motherly feeling. I couldn't figure out why she stabbed me in the back. I had always loved her, and everything was happening like a dream."Jason, I don't know how I'm going to make her face the law. I mean, this is Mrs. Cooke we're talking about...I really don't know what to do," I said, feeling broken. But Jason's face held no emotions as he looked straight into my eyes."You don't care about her anymore. This isn't the time to feel pity for anyone; this is the time to serve justice to whoever needs to be served. Michael," he paused, placing his right hand on my lef
Chapter 95Michael's POV"You were right to drop a mobile phone with her mom," Jason said, breaking the silence as he drove on the highway. "She might want to reach out to you." I didn't say a word, feeling so broken. Even when I turned to leave, Freya never looked back."She still loves you," Jason said. "You said she never said the last words, right?" He asked, as I let out a cold, mirthless laugh. "Love? What if she was right? Maybe I actually forced myself on her too much. I mean, I didn't think I'd ever been rejected in my life."Jason nodded, his eyes fixed on the road. "She'll come around, I promise. Besides, your marriage with her was probably a way for Grandpa to execute one of his hidden plans.""Jason," I called, pausing as I looked at him, even though he had his total attention on the road. "What's bothering you?" he asked."What do you think about Grandpa?" I asked. "Doesn't it ring a bell? What if he knew everything that had happened in the last five years and...?"Jason
Chapter 94Freya's POVOne week later....I could feel the Christmas breeze as I closed my eyes, savoring the air. The snowfall today was quite minimal compared to the past weeks; it had filled the city like a sea. Every night, while I lay there, I couldn't help but think about Michael. I wondered how he was doing, how he was fighting for everything that mattered to him. I wondered if he had found the gatekeeper. But then, this was for the best. If I didn't go away, I didn't think everything would go back to how it was. Somehow, my presence had disrupted a lot of Michael's plans, and besides, the contract would be dissolved in barely two weeks. Michael and I would become nothing but strangers."Don't you want to go to him, or at least go see your son?" Mom asked, her voice breaking the still calmness of my thoughts as I froze."I'm okay," I said, forcing a smile. "At least, he'll get to choose his inheritance now," I said, my voice low."My child," Mom said as she sat beside the littl
Chapter 93Michael's POVI had asked Jason to wait patiently while I washed off the tension that I had experienced earlier. The image of the gatekeeper's head bursting and the sound of the gunshot almost sent me crazy, but I was strong enough to brace myself. I couldn't go over to his family without washing off. There was still a lot to be done, and Grandpa would be happy now, after all, Freya left. One by one, they were all getting everything they wanted; but then, I wouldn't let myself be on the wanting side again. If there was anything to do, it was to protect the only legacy I had.As I stood in front of the mirror, styling my blonde hair into its usual way, I heard the lock on my door turn. "Jason, open up," I said, wondering why he had come over."Michael," Jason said, finally closing the door behind him. "Michael, he's here," he said, his voice low, as I raised an eyebrow. I couldn't quite figure out whom he meant."Do you mean Raymond never left? Is he trying to get on my ner