Chapter 5
Freya's POV What 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 with pain. I felt a pang of unease; Emma was partially right. I'd never owned a car, and I'd only learned how to drive with a friend's car. But I shouldn't worry about her. I needn't butt in on their conversation; Michael would take care of it. I couldn't get my mind off the shocking revelations. Michael's nephew was my precious son, and his stepbrother happened to be my first love. My life was a mess. "Michael," Emma called, her voice laced with pain, her eyes pleading. The air was thick with tension, and I felt like I was drowning in the turmoil. "I have to leave, Emma. It's pouring," Michael said, as Emma gave me a venomous gaze. "Just so you know, Michael's mine," she said, touching his cheek before finally leaving. I heaved a sigh of relief as I glanced at Michael, who had reverted to his usual cold demeanor. I knew he was back to normal; after all, there wasn't an audience. I got into the driver's seat as he sat beside me. I wondered why he didn't drive in the rain, but I wasn't in a position to ask. Instead, I tried to start a conversation. "Your nephew is such an amazing kid," I said with a smile, my eyes fixed on the road. The rain was getting heavier, and Michael's face was growing colder. "You know, I've always loved little children. While I was growing..." "Miss Rogers, I think you're forgetting something," Michael interrupted, his voice icy. "Right now, there's no audience. You don't have to act like we're friends. We both know what we want." He paused, looking at me. "Besides, accidents happen in times like these. Your full attention should be on the road and nowhere else." I nodded, tightening my grip on the steering wheel as I bit my lower lip. I was foolish to think he'd play along. What was his problem, anyway? Didn't he have anyone he considered a friend? Why were they all so arrogant and rude? I watched as Michael turned on the music, filling the awkward silence. "Miss Rogers, I bet a toddler would drive better than you. Your driving skills are a mess," he spat, as I continued to hit potholes. "The rain and..." My sentence was interrupted by a loud thud that hit the car. I froze, my eyes widening. "Miss Rogers, what was that?" Michael asked, fear written all over his face. This momentary lapse in his composure brought a smile to my lips, but he looked helpless right now. "Wait here while I'll go check," I said, trying to leave, but he suddenly grabbed my hand, holding me back. "Wait here, I'll go check," he said, his eyes locked on mine. He tried to open the door, but he struggled. I wondered why he hated the rain so much. "Oh my God! It's a branch. I guess it broke from the tree due to the wind," I said, getting out of the car. The rain poured down on me as I tried to remove the branch, but it was too heavy. "Never mind it. Get in the car; as the car moves, it will definitely fall off. After all, your driving skills should help," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. I smiled, taking it as a compliment, even though he didn't smile. I got back in the car, trying to start the ignition, but it wouldn't budge. The car was stuck. "Mr. Smith, we're stuck," I said. "Hell no! You've got to be kidding me," he exclaimed, as I continued trying to start the car. "We'll have to call for help," I said, as he nodded, bringing out his phone. But there was no network. "Why does this scene look so familiar?" I said, my voice trembling slightly. "What do you mean?" he asked, as I shivered from the cold. "Like the beginning of a horror movie," I whispered, shivering and gritting my teeth. Michael remained silent, his eyes fixed on some point outside the car. We sat helplessly, trapped by the torrential rain. A push to the car would have helped, but Michael couldn't stand the rain, and the car was too heavy for me to push alone. Michael might have been the world's coldest person, but he was also the world's loneliest and most vulnerable person ever. His facade crumbled, revealing a glimpse of the man beneath. "What do we do? The rain doesn't seem to stop, and there's no signal," I whispered, closing my eyes, still shivering. The red gown I wore offered little protection against the cold. "Put this on," Michael said, handing me his Armani jacket. "No, you don't have to..." "Don't flatter yourself, Freya. You need this, and not because I actually want to," he said, his tone icy. For a moment, I forgot the mean words and clung to the fact that he had just called me by my first name ; something he had never done before. "Oh, thank you," I said, receiving the jacket as he looked away. "We'll stay here for a while till the rain stops, then I can push the car or we ask for help," he said. I nodded, watching as he flattened the back seat of the car to sleep. I was scared; it was pouring, and dark. Michael couldn't help anyone in a situation like this. I realized he had fallen asleep; I couldn't. Someone had to stay awake at least. I stared at him, wondering why a man as innocent as this would have so many secrets and a cold attitude. It had been forty minutes since he slept, and the rain showed no signs of stopping. Michael began to moan in his sleep ; a deep, anguished moan. "Mr. Smith, are you okay?" I called, not touching him for fear he might get mad. "Mr. Smith..." I called again as he continued to moan and grunt. The car was cold, but he was dripping with sweat. "Mr..." I got frightened by his loud scream. Now, he was grabbing my shoulders with the most pitiful gaze. "Bella," he called, as I froze. Who was Bella again? I thought it had always been Emma. "Bella, I'm sorry. Sorry I couldn't...say how much I loved you. I miss you," he said in a cracked voice, as I tried to free myself. I wasn't Bella; I was his worst enemy. "Mr. Smith!" I called, wondering what might have happened to him and how bad his past must have been. "Bella...I..." "Mr. Smith, Mr. Smith," I called, shaking him, but he was a goner. "Michael!!" I screamed, as I noticed a change in him. His eyes snapped open, and he stared at me with a piercing and unsettling gaze. "Please...don't leave me, stay with me," he whispered, his voice barely audible. His gaze held mine, and for a moment, I felt like he was staring into my soul. I wondered whom he saw when he said that. Was it Emma, Bella, or Freya?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 13Emma's POVI stood there, my fist clenched in anger and pain, as I remembered Michael's passionate declaration of love for that woman. It hurt, especially after our kiss just moments before ; a kiss that came after five years of waiting. He hadn't even hugged me, and now he was telling Ambrose how much he loved Freya, but his eyes told a different story."I want to make her pay," I whispered, my voice trembling with rage. "I want to crush her and make her cry. I want to make her feel miserable." A warm hand on my back interrupted my venomous thoughts, and for a moment, I wished it was Michael, declaring his love for me. But the hand belonged to Ambrose, his eyes filled with a mix of pity and anger as he gazed at me. "Ambrose..." I choked, my voice cracking as tears streamed down my face."I love him," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I love Michael... so much. Why is he defending his marriage to Freya?" I asked, desperately. "You told me it was all a sham, didn't you?" I
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
Chapter 92Michael's POV"Please don't kill me. I swear, I know nothing of what happened five years ago." The gatekeeper said fearfully, and one could detect that something about the way he acted was linked to the past. Had he been threatened by Ambrose? I needed to ask him what connections Mrs. Cooke had with the past. Everything was too difficult for me to understand. After many promises to send him and his crippled child abroad as a way to save him from Ambrose's threats, I could see the gatekeeper's walls breaking, his determination to hide the truth beginning to waver, as he began to weep. "Let's go somewhere safe," he said, his voice low as he scanned everywhere to be sure no one was following. I also kept my eyes on deck.We got to the gatekeeper's home, and I felt the discomfort of residing in a little place like this. The floors weren't tiled, nor were they properly covered against cold and crawling insects. My heart broke, determined to keep the promises I made with him."W