Sonia“I don’t want to take up too much of your time,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just wanted to make sure you got home safely.” He finally found his voice after furrowing his brows in hesitation as he considered my offer. I smiled sweetly, tilting my head just a bit. “Oh, come on. It’s just a glass of juice. Five minutes, tops.” I let out a soft laugh. “Unless you’re worried I’ll poison you?” He chuckled, shaking his head. “That’s not it.” “Then what?” I pouted playfully. “You did something nice for me today. Let me return the favor, even if it’s just with a simple drink.” I could see the internal debate happening behind his eyes, but I knew I had him. Finally, with a small sigh, he nodded. “Alright. But just for a bit.” I grinned. “Great! Come on in.” I led him inside, making sure to sway my hips just enough to keep his eyes on me. Once inside, I gestured toward the couch. “Make yourself comfortable.” He looked around briefly before settling into the plus
FreyaI felt my heart tighten in my chest as I watched with horror, my fiancé and my best friend having sex in the hotel. They were so engrossed and couldn’t even care less that they were half naked and anyone who cared, could see them from the glass wall of the building’s fourth floor. Sonia was pressed to the wall while Dennis worked her insides from behind. I couldn’t hear her moans but with every second that I imagined it, my heart sank the more.Tears flooded my face as I flashed into the last two years of my life when I met Dennis. He was everything I wanted and more. Tall, handsome, broad shoulders and chest, I couldn’t stop drooling as he pulled me into a hug. For a moment there, my heart forgot how to beat, and the moment he smiled and introduced himself, I knew I was going to marry him. I had fallen hard in love with him.Before then, Dennis and I had been talking online for two months. Sonia matchmade us, and though I didn’t want another relationship at the time, she had con
FreyaI felt a stray tear trickle down my face.I was still sitting on the bed in my lingerie while Dennis snored away. I looked at the gift box in my hand, and another tear came running. That was all I was worth. A gift to shut me from using my head.I pulled the ribbon and opened it. It was a necklace. A diamond necklace. It must have cost him a fortune. My fortune. Five hours ago, it would have meant the world to me and I would have sneaked into the bathroom to sing his praises to Sonia, and thank her for giving me the best man, Dennis. She would have smiled and pretended to have my back.Ohh Freya, what a fool you have been.I was still wallowing in self-pity when his phone beeped. For the first time in our relationship, I felt the urge to check it. I gently reached into his pocket and took it. It was Sonia and I wasn’t surprised.“Why aren’t you picking up? Are you home yet?” with so much anger, I went through his text messages, desperate to find something to prove his cheating a
Victor"This way then, my queen." I said to Freya with a gentle smile, while I held out my hand and saw her off to the car.I stood there, watching till her car was out of sight. I could literally taste the joy in my throat. I had been waiting for her for so long, and it had been so painful watching her love the wrong person who didn’t love her.Right from the first time I set my eyes on Freya, I wanted her. She had dreamy blue eyes, while her lush hair bounced over her shoulders. Her makeup was light, but it complimented her face and her beauty made those billboard models look like novices.“That’s my girl…” I had said to myself as I stared at the picture on her page over and over.When I finally peeled my eyes from my phone screen, I called my private investigator to run a quick search on her.We were supposed to meet on a blind date, but she stood me up. That was a first. No woman had ever done that.Abandon me on a date? Me? Victor Maddox, the handsome billionaire heir.Women floc
FreyaThroughout the drive back home, my mind was blank. I intentionally forced myself not to think. I know how carried away I get when my mind is shuffling through thoughts. I almost drove myself into an accident when I was going earlier. I’m not going to do that to myself again this time.Kill myself over a man who doesn’t give a f*ck about me and busy screwing my best friend?Best friend? Really? How could you still be calling that back-biting b*tch ass wh*re your best friend? - a thought rose in my head.I took in a deep breath and then let it out slowly as I blanked out my mind. I pulled into the driveway and then went into the house.I was sleek and quiet, making sure not to wake him up.Watching him snore away like his life depended on it, I was filled with rage again. I grabbed my pillow and for a second there, I felt the urge to stifle the life out of him with the pillow… but I didn’t.Instead, I curled into his arms and pretended like nothing happened. He pulled me in closer
SoniaMy head forgot how to beat for a few seconds after Freya told me Dennis was cheating.“What? Where? When? How?” That and more questions fought in my head as I quickly drove down to her house. I didn’t even know what to think. I knew I had to see her and get to the root of it all. I needed to know everything she knew, so I could know the next step to take.“I couldn’t see the lady’s face. Dennis’ back was blocking my view, all I knew was he was with someone.”“What about pictures? Did you take any? You know I might know the lady, and we’ll know what to do from there.” That was my own concern.All her other talks about satisfying him only for him to cheat and betray her, weren’t any of my business. That was between her and Dennis. All I needed to know was if she had evidence.“No, I didn’t take pictures. The thought didn’t even cross my mind until I confronted him when he got back home, and he denied it. It was his words against mine, since I had no proof.” She retorted and then b
Freya“You’re done eating already?” Sonia asked, while I nodded.“You stayed long, and I was hungry, so yes, I’m done.” I let out, and she smiled while coming back to sit beside me.I actually didn’t eat the food. I couldn’t. Not after seeing the way she hung her legs over my fiancé’s head and let him f*ck her like the wh*re that she is. How could I then eat the food that she prepared after that horrible scene? What if she poisoned it? At least that would make their plans come through faster. I would be out of the picture, and they would have access to everything their greedy ass ever wanted…“I’m coming… let me get the nail kit, you need some manicure and pedicure.” Sonia suddenly let out, abruptly pulling me from my thoughts.“But I just did them a week ago.” I didn’t want her anywhere close to the sensitive parts of my body.“A week ago? Girl! That’s long enough for a do-over!” She let out and then ran upstairs while I stared long at the nails.She soon came back with my nail box a
Sonia“Babe…” I quickly ran to the door once I heard his voice.It was Dennis and though I had been boiling with rage ever since he got back this evening, the moment I opened the door and saw his face, all the anger dissolved.“Took you so long… were you f*cking her?” I asked, rolling my eyes and pretending to be angry.He smiled and pulled me into his arms while I tried harder to hold back the blush. He started kissing me all over the face, and before I knew what was going on, I was already smiling sheepishly.“See? I always get you. You can't be mad at your man.” He retorted while I gently hit his chest and pushed him off.“Why didn’t you tell me about the surprise? And what was that about? Kissing and drooling all over her? Are you in love with her now?” I quizzed, rolling my eyes again.He wanted to pull me into his arms again, but I stepped back.“No, you don’t get to do that. I want answers, use your words and not your hands.” I said frankly.“Well, I did tell you I would handle
Sonia“I don’t want to take up too much of your time,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just wanted to make sure you got home safely.” He finally found his voice after furrowing his brows in hesitation as he considered my offer. I smiled sweetly, tilting my head just a bit. “Oh, come on. It’s just a glass of juice. Five minutes, tops.” I let out a soft laugh. “Unless you’re worried I’ll poison you?” He chuckled, shaking his head. “That’s not it.” “Then what?” I pouted playfully. “You did something nice for me today. Let me return the favor, even if it’s just with a simple drink.” I could see the internal debate happening behind his eyes, but I knew I had him. Finally, with a small sigh, he nodded. “Alright. But just for a bit.” I grinned. “Great! Come on in.” I led him inside, making sure to sway my hips just enough to keep his eyes on me. Once inside, I gestured toward the couch. “Make yourself comfortable.” He looked around briefly before settling into the plus
SoniaAs I stepped into the store, I barely spared a glance at the bright fluorescent lights or the soft hum of customers moving around me. My focus was entirely on getting my groceries and getting out.Not that I particularly enjoyed shopping for basic necessities. No, I hated it. It reminded me of how low I had sunk, how far I had fallen from the life I once had. The life where I could walk into high-end boutiques and splurge on designer bags without batting an eye. But now? Now, I was stuck here, clutching my nearly empty wallet and calculating every single item I picked up like some desperate, broke girl. I sucked in a sharp breath, trying not to let my irritation show as I scanned the price tags. Every single one seemed to mock me. A box of cereal was enough to take out a chunk of what little I had left. A bottle of milk? That’s practically robbery. A muscle in my jaw ticked as I stared at my basket, already feeling the heavy weight of frustration settle in my chest. This
SoniaI sat on the couch in my tiny, almost-suffocating apartment, my nails tapping impatiently against the armrest. The cheap fabric scratched against my skin. Of course, it was manageable, but it was such a far cry from the luxurious furniture I once lounged on without a care. My phone screen lit up with another failed call attempt. Blocked.I gritted my teeth, fighting the urge to throw the damn thing across the room. Dennis had completely shut me out. No texts, no calls, no way of reaching him. I let out a bitter laugh. After everything I did for him. After all the times I had his back, all the times I fought for him, lied for him, gave up my damn dignity for him… this is how he repays me? I even went against my best friend and this is all I get in return? He’s treating me like I’m nothing. Like I never even mattered. The worst part? I knew Dennis. I knew how his mind worked. He wasn’t avoiding me because he felt guilty. Dennis never felt guilt. No, he was staying away bec
Freya The moment I finished eating, I rushed upstairs, my heart fluttering as I pulled out my phone. I barely hesitated before dialing Victor’s number. He picked up almost immediately, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine. “Freya.” Just the way he said my name made my breath hitch slightly. There was something warm, possessive, and almost relieved in the way he spoke, like he had been holding his breath waiting for me to call. Before I could even respond, the screen changed. He had switched to a video call. I let out a soft laugh, shaking my head as I answered. His face appeared on my screen, and for a second, I just stared. His sharp features, dark, piercing eyes, and that slight smirk that always made my stomach flutter, it all hit me at once. “I miss you so damn much, babe. It’s like I’m lost here, I can’t even do anything well anymore.” He let out.“You just saw me yesterday, Victor.” I couldn’t hide the amusement in my voice. He scoffed, shaking his head.
DennisI leaned back in my chair, a smug grin stretching across my face as I tapped my fingers rhythmically against the desk. I had won. Freya’s dad must be losing his damn mind right now, trying to figure out how to bury the bomb I just dropped on him. Freya is my wife. Not by choice, of course, but the world doesn’t need to know that. I knew Edward well enough to predict his next move. He’d never let a scandal like this stain his family’s reputation. He would do what any powerful businessman would damage control. That meant he had two options. Either make the marriage public and spin the narrative in a way that favors them, or arrange an extravagant event to announce it. Either way, it worked in my favor. One way or another, Freya will be mine again. I chuckled, leaning forward, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. The thought of watching her face as she realized she had no choice but to accept me back into her life was almost too good. She hates me now, sure. But Fre
FreyaI stretched as I woke up, the soft hum of the afternoon sun filtering through the curtains. I hadn’t meant to doze off, but the exhaustion of the past few hours had finally caught up with me. Yawning, I slid out of bed and padded downstairs, my bare feet making light taps against the wooden floor. My stomach grumbled, and I instinctively made my way toward the kitchen, hoping to grab something quick to eat. As soon as I stepped in, the last thing I expected was to see my dad standing at the stove, stirring something in a pan. I blinked, leaning against the doorway with my arms crossed. “Since when do you cook?” Dad glanced over his shoulder, a smirk playing on his lips. “Since my daughter decided to disappear on a secret trip with her new love and thought I was too naive to figure it out.” My heart stopped in a funny way and I froze in place, my eyes widening. What?!I laughed nervously. “What are you talking about?” He turned fully this time, resting the wooden spoo
SoniaI stared blankly out of the window as the car moved through the city streets, the neon lights of passing buildings blurring into streaks of color. The past few days have been nothing short of a nightmare. Getting out on bail should have felt like freedom, but instead, it was a cruel reminder of how fast my life had spiraled out of control. The money my mother gave me was nearly gone. My resources? Depleted. My security? Shattered. I had no home of my own, no stability, no real allies left. All the people who once admired me and wanted to be with me had all disappeared the moment I got into this mess. Pathetic. I clenched my fists in my lap, my nails digging into my palms as the realization settled in. I needed a plan. A solid one. One that wouldn’t just get me out of this mess but would secure my future. Jeff was my best bet. But with our breakup, that door was shut. Locked. Dead-bolted. And I was the one who had slammed it shut by underestimating him. A bitte
FreyaThe jet touched down smoothly, and as soon as the stairs were lowered, I made my way down, expecting to call a cab or have Chloe send one over. But the moment I stepped onto the tarmac, my eyes widened in surprise. A sleek black car was already waiting. Standing beside it was a man built like a damn tank… tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in all black, and with a face so stern it looked like he hadn’t smiled in years. I slowed my steps, my brows furrowing slightly. Who was this? Before I could ask, he took a step forward and gave me a slight nod. “Miss Freya,” he said, his voice deep and authoritative. “I’m Jordan, your personal security detail until Mr. Whitmore arrives. I’ll also be your driver.” My lips parted slightly in shock. Personal security? Driver? Victor… Of course. A warmth spread through me, and I shook my head with a soft chuckle. He really went all out, didn’t he? “You mean to tell me Victor actually sent you just for me?” I asked, still proc
Victor The moment I stepped back into the villa, the silence swallowed me whole. The place felt… different. The same villa. The same luxury. The same perfect view outside. But it wasn’t the same. Because she wasn’t here. I let out a slow, frustrated exhale and raked a hand through my hair, trying to shake off the unease creeping into my bones. The logical part of my brain kept repeating what I already knew, Freya was safe. She was on my jet, heading straight home, and the moment she landed, my best bodyguard would be there waiting to escort her. But logic didn’t do a damn thing to silence the voice screaming in my head that I should’ve been on that plane with her. I should’ve ignored the damn meeting. Should’ve put my business second, for once, and just gone with her. I paced across the room, fists clenching and unclenching. My mind refused to settle, jumping from one worst-case scenario to another. What if something went wrong? What if Dennis or Sonia had already put their p