VictorI got into the kitchen with high expectations, ready to impress Freya with my cooking skills, and I was really trying… or I thought I was… until I stopped for a moment and took a look at what I had done.It was a complete mess!The kitchen smelled of chopped onions, raw chicken, and a faint hint of garlic from the clove I had just crushed. The scene before me was nothing short of chaos, bowls stacked on top of each other, half the flour on the counter instead of in the bowl, and an unopened can of tomatoes rolling dangerously close to the edge. I stood there with my hands on my hips, staring down at the assortment of ingredients I had pulled out, my confidence already dwindling. How hard could cooking be? Just follow a recipe, right? Wrong. There was no need to cry over spilled milk. I needed to find a way out and fast. The first idea that popped into my head was YouTube. I was confident I was going to find help there.The first video I pulled up was a cheerful chef who s
FreyaSeeing the tears in my eyes scared Victor so much. He didn’t even wait a second before snatching the phone from me the moment I turned the screen to him.“See for yourself…” that was all I could manage to say. He kept scrolling through while I started pacing the room, the headlines screaming loudly at me. After everything, how could they still be blaming me? “This isn’t good.” He finally found his voice, while I quickly turned back to him.“I know right. I mean I am the victim here. Why am I still the one getting all the hate? Why? Was I supposed to cover for my cheating fiancé? Is that really what they want from me? To cover for him, keep sponsoring his affair with my money? Keep quiet while he keeps f*cking that b*tch?” I let out and just had to stop when the tears started to choke me. I crashed heavily onto the sofa, and it got out of my control. I couldn’t stop the tears from coming, but I was silent. It was more of a quiet sobbing and that was the worst. I knew I was goi
VictorThe first thing I checked as I opened my eyes was the time. I heaved a sigh of relief when I saw it was only fifteen minutes to six in the morning. I would have set an alarm if I was back at home, but I didn’t want anything to disturb Freya’s sleep. I knew it must have been a bit difficult for her to get some sleep.I lay still on the sofa, staring at the ceiling, and before I knew it, I had drifted back into a short sleep. I saw the morning light streaming through the curtains and then checked the time again. It was twelve minutes past six now and though I had an important meeting later, I indulged my mind in the different thoughts that were fighting for attention. All thoughts were entirely consumed by Freya. I’d even spent half the night wondering if she was okay. The weight of everything she had been through hung in the air like an unspoken truth, and I knew today wasn’t going to be any easier for her. I sat up, did a little meditation to prepare myself ahead for the day
SoniaThe night at the police station felt like a never-ending nightmare. The cold metal bench beneath me, the dim lights flickering overhead, the muffled sounds of inmates arguing, it all felt surreal. I hadn’t stopped shaking since the moment we were separated. Every second stretched endlessly, the knot in my stomach growing tighter with each tick of the clock. Dennis hadn’t even looked at me. Not once. I’d spent most of the drive here pleading with him to talk to me, to at least let us talk and reason together. We both said mean things to each other in the heat of the moment, but he was taking it too far… ignoring me and refusing to talk to me. I mean, we have no one but each other… we planned it all together and a little bust isn’t the end of it. Dennis was playing right into Freya’s hands, she wanted us divided because she knew that was the only way she could win. I won’t let that. I would have gotten through to him in the car if the officers had to shut me up when my voice
Freya After Victor left for work, I just pushed aside the tray and crashed back into the bed. I had little to no sleep at all throughout the night. I kept tossing from side to side, trying to get everything out of my head. I did that for a long time before I could eventually get some sleep, and it hadn’t even been an hour before I heard Victor’s knock. I think it did me some good, talking to him and getting some food in me. I don’t think I will be able to get myself to eat throughout today. “Argggggh… f*ck you, Dennis!!” I screamed angrily while I ran my hands through my hair. I thought exposing him for who he is was all to it, but it seemed that even made it worse for me. I can’t believe he’s out of my life and still wreaking havoc…I picked up my phone just in time to get a text message from Victor.“I know what you’re about to do. Don’t do it. Stop checking, I have it all under control already.” I smiled as I read the words out, but I didn’t listen. I went ahead to check and,
Freya“I’m really not mad at you… I’m mad at the fact that I got to know about it online, and not directly from my daughter. I mean, you should never have put up with such disrespect… and trust me, that bastard is going to get what he deserves. I will make sure of it!” My dad let out as we walked out of the room. “No daddy, you really don’t have to do anything. I’ve got it all under control.” I quickly let out while he turned at me and scoffed.“That’s not going to happen. No one maltreats my daughter that way and gets away with it. I’m going to deal with him.” He said fiercely,“Trust me, dad. I need to do this myself. I have my plan and my friend is helping me out too.” I pressed.“And who is this new friend of yours that I don’t know about?” He quizzed.“Who said anything about new? We go way back, and he’s been really helpful since the whole thing started.” I explained, and it wasn’t until I saw the smirk on his face that I realized he had misunderstood me.“So he’s a ‘he’. That’
FreyaThe drive home was silent, but not in a peaceful way. It was the kind of silence that pressed on my chest, making it harder to breathe. I stared out the window, watching the city blur past, but nothing stuck in my mind. It was as if my thoughts had shut off completely, leaving only this hollow, aching void inside me. I was completely blank.My dad didn’t push me to talk. He was always good at knowing when I needed space. After all that drama, he knew I knew my time alone to process things. He just drove, his hands steady on the wheel, his presence calm and grounding. For that, I was grateful. Halfway home, his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, frowning slightly before answering. “Yes?” he said curtly. I couldn’t hear the other end of the conversation, but his expression shifted to one of realization, and then frustration. He rubbed a hand down his face. “I totally forgot. I have some things going on at the moment, it completely slipped my mind… No, I’ll handle it.” H
FreyaI woke up in my mom’s bed, more relieved than ever. I sat up and stayed in bed for some minutes. I had woken up briefly in the middle of the night, thought about everything again and determined not to let it get to me. I knew what I was getting into right from time so it shouldn’t be so much bother that things were going this way. People will always talk, and maybe it’s just my turn to get talked about. I’m just going to keep my head high while I get my ‘win’ and staying at home and wallowing wasn’t an option. I’d just drown in my own thoughts if I didn’t keep myself busy. I stood up, grabbed the family photo, and made my way back to my room. I sat the photo by my bedside and went into the bathroom to freshen up. In no time, I was done and all dressed in a sharp navy suit, I grabbed my bag and made my way downstairs. To my surprise, my dad was already seated at the dining table, scrolling through his tablet while sipping coffee. The slight furrow in his brows gave away his
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
VictorThe second Freya ended the call, she turned to me, her face set with determination. “I have to leave like right now...” I felt my entire body tense at her words. “Yes, we need to go.” My response was instant, firm. She blinked, startled by my reaction. “Victor… you can’t come with me. You know that too, right?” “No,” I repeated, stepping closer, my hands gripping her arms as I stared into her eyes. “You are not going back there alone. If Dennis and Sonia are out, we don’t know what they’re planning. It’s too dangerous.” She exhaled sharply, tilting her head as if trying to reason with me. “Victor, I understand you’re worried, but you can’t come with me. You have things to do here, and you can’t abandon that to come with me at such unplanned short notice.” I shook my head, my grip tightening slightly. “And I’m telling you that I won’t let you go into that situation without me.” She sighed, placing her hands on my chest in an attempt to soothe me. “Victor, you have a
Freya I stirred awake, feeling the warmth of Victor’s body beside me. The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over his sleeping form. My heart melted at the sight of him, his face so serene, lips slightly parted, thick lashes resting against his skin. He looked so boyishly peaceful, nothing like the intense, commanding man he is when he’s with his workers and investors. This was a side of him few ever got to see, and it was mine alone to cherish.I propped myself on my elbow, just watching him, tracing every perfect detail of his face with my eyes. The slight scruff on his jaw, the way his chest rose and fell in rhythmic breaths. He was truly handsome, and I felt a rush of love so strong it nearly overwhelmed me. I couldn’t help but giggle softly, giddy with the realization that he was mine.Not wanting to wake him just yet, I snuggled back into his arms, burying my face in the crook of his neck. His scent was intoxicating, and I found myself drifting bac
Freya I’d always thought the happiest day of my life was when Dennis proposed to me. I thought the next happiest day would be when he walked me down the aisle, but that didn’t happen, and I thought love wasn’t just my thing… well, until Victor happened. “You just made a new record for me, today is the happiest day of my life!” I let out slowly while Victor stole a quick glance at me, and smiled.“Me too. I haven’t had so much genuine fun in years,” he replied.“I can’t believe I’m doing this with the most beautiful woman in the world! I love you, Freya Rodgers!” he exclaimed, causing me to blush so much.“I can’t believe it either… I’m really doing life with my best man!!!” I shouted on top of my voice as I ran down the beach. Victor came right after me and chased me till he caught me. He immediately pulled me into a hug and locked his lips into mine in the sweetest kiss ever.Time stood still for about thirty seconds as we feasted on each other’s lips, passing a mix of love and aff
FreyaThe night had settled in beautifully, the sky a blanket of deep navy with scattered stars winking down at us. Just when I thought our day was over, I caught that mischievous twinkle in my boyfriend’s eyes.“One last stop,” I had said, watching as Victor’s brows lifted in surprise.I led him down a softly lit path, tiki torches and candle-lit lanterns casting a dreamy glow along the sand. The sound of the ocean waves gently kissing the shore filled the air, mingling with the soft chatter of people settling in for the night’s event. Right ahead, a giant screen stood tall, positioned so perfectly that the audience could enjoy the movie while the ocean remained in the backdrop, creating the most breathtaking scene.Victor took in the sight, and for a moment, he was quiet. Then, he turned to me, his lips tilting into a smirk. “You planned this too?”I smiled smugly. “Surprised?”He chuckled, slipping an arm around my waist. “Very. How did you even find out about this?”“I did my rese
DennisI wasn’t going to waste any more time. Freya was still in love with me, I knew it. That video she sent proved it. She wanted me to see her with Victor, to make me jealous. If she had really moved on, she wouldn’t have bothered. That meant I still had a chance. I just needed to get ahead of Victor before he tightened his grip on her. And there was no better way to do that than going straight to the source… her father. Standing outside the Rodgers estate, I straightened my jacket and took a deep breath. I knew this wasn’t going to be easy. Edward never liked me. He tolerated me, at best, when Freya and I were together. But now? After everything that had happened? Yeah, this was going to be a battle. Still, I wasn’t leaving here without what I came for. I found Edward in the living room, working in his study which he carved up in a corner. He barely looked up from the papers on his desk. He just sat there, composed, in control, like he always was. The room smelled of expen
VictorI knew Freya had something planned, but I wasn’t expecting this. The moment we stepped into the restaurant, I could already tell it was special. It had a sleek yet warm atmosphere, the kind of place that made you feel like time slowed down just enough for you to enjoy every second. At the front desk, Freya confidently handed over a reservation code. The hostess scanned it and smiled. “Right this way.” I followed Freya as we were led up a private staircase. When we reached the rooftop, I stopped in my tracks, completely taken aback. The view was stunning. The sun was high in the sky, casting a golden glow over the entire city. The rooftop was beautifully decorated with lush greenery, soft white drapes, and wooden tables adorned with delicate floral arrangements. A light breeze carried the faint aroma of fresh herbs and citrus, making the whole place feel like something straight out of a dream. I turned to Freya, raising a brow. “How the hell did you find this place?”
FreyaThe smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the room, and I smiled, watching Victor’s eyelids flutter open. His deep, drowsy gaze met mine, and for a moment, he just stared, as if making sure I was really there. Then, his eyes dropped to the tray of food sitting beside me on the bed, and his brows lifted in surprise. "Good morning, sleepyhead," I teased, nudging his shoulder gently. Victor stretched, his muscles flexing as he rubbed a hand down his face. "Morning babe," he murmured, his voice rough from sleep. "What’s all this?" "Breakfast," I said proudly. "I ordered in while you were sleeping." His lips quirked up in amusement. "And you did all this while I was dead to the world?" I nodded, grinning. "I was about to wake you, but then I got distracted." "Distracted?" He raised an eyebrow. I leaned closer, resting my chin on my palm as I looked at him. "You looked too handsome in your sleep," I admitted. "Like a baby." Victor chuckled, shaking his head. "You jus
DennisI woke up feeling like absolute shit. My head pounded from all the anger I had been bottling up since last night, and my stomach twisted painfully in hunger. I groaned, dragging myself out of bed. It was almost noon. As I stepped out of the room, the house was eerily silent except for the faint sound of the television. My feet led me straight to the kitchen, my stomach growling in protest. I yanked the fridge open. Empty. The cabinets? Bare.My jaw clenched. Seriously?I stormed out of the kitchen and into the living room, where my brother sat, laughing at something on the TV like he didn’t have a care in the world. He didn’t even acknowledge me until I marched over and switched off the TV. His head snapped up. "What the hell, Dennis?" "Where’s my food?" I demanded, crossing my arms. His brows furrowed. "Food?" "Yeah, food, the thing people eat to survive." He scoffed, leaning back against the couch. "There is no food." I narrowed my eyes. "Then order something