Freya I barely slept throughout the night. The bed felt like a war zone. One minute I was under the duvet, trying to calm my racing heart, the next minute I was out of it, pacing the room like the walls were closing in on me. My thoughts wouldn’t stop screaming Victor’s name… his face, his silence, the pain in his eyes when he told me he was done.That scene had replayed a thousand times in my mind. A thousand versions. A thousand different outcomes. And in every single one, I kept asking myself—how the hell did we get here?He didn’t pick my calls. I tried three times. The first two, it rang once and then stopped like he declined it. The last? Switched off. It felt like someone punched me straight in the chest.After tossing for a long while, I stood up and went to the window. I sat there, knees to my chest, watching the night slowly fade away. I thought maybe I’d doze off for just a few minutes… maybe I’d find rest in the silence. But even the silence betrayed me. It just made his
Victor The moment I saw those tears on her face, I knew I was going to give in. I just couldn’t resist her anymore at that point. Right from the moment she showed up at the door, I felt something in me loosen up. It was as if my whole body had been waiting for her so when she made that sweet cute face at me, I just knew it. She had gotten me. But still, I wasn’t going to give her an easy pass. She hurt me.But maybe I should let her explain herself, so I listened to every word, making sure to take note of every part. And by the time she was done, I found out who was really lying, and she wasn’t that person. Dennis is the liar. The manipulator who wants to come in between us and ruin what we have.“How could I not have seen it?” I thought to myself as she lifted her head and stared in my eyes.“Can I come close to you? I want to hold you.” She let out slowly but I didn’t say a word.Instead, I moved closer and pulled her into my arms. I held her tightly and pressed my lips against he
SoniaI sat there on the cold, hard floor of my apartment trying to wrap my head around what had just happened. My ears were still ringing from the sound of his voice. My skin still burned from the force of his grip. And my heart, God, my heart felt like it had been cracked open and stomped on by someone I had trusted with the deepest parts of me.Dennis. The man I thought I understood.I stared at the wall in front of me like it would suddenly give me an answer, a reason, a justification. Something. Anything. But all I saw was the shadow of a truth I didn’t want to accept. Dennis put his hands on me. Me. And for what? For Freya?The thought of her name made my stomach clench. I didn’t even blame her well, not fully. This wasn’t her fault… at least not anymore. She didn’t ask for the kind of obsession Dennis had wrapped himself in. But then, she’s still a b*tch a big one, and she’s not going to escape what’s coming for her. But then, Dennis? It shouldn’t have been him and t
DennisI woke up feeling like the goddamn king of the world.I don’t think I’d smiled this much in days. Hell, maybe weeks. But today? Today, the sun seemed to shine a little brighter through the curtains, the air smelled a little sweeter, and the weight that had been pressing down on my chest like a damn anchor? Gone.Gone, because I did it. Freya and Victor… over. I didn’t even need confirmation… call it intuition, gut feeling, divine karma, whatever the hell you want. After everything I unveiled, and the way Victor’s face twisted when I exposed what she never told him… There was no way in hell they were still together.Not after that.I stretched like a man who’d just won the lottery, kicked the covers off, and swung my feet onto the cold floor. I was humming before I even got to the bathroom. Brushed my teeth like I had a hot date, slapped some water on my face, and stared at my reflection with that smug-ass grin plastered across my face.“Game over, Victor,” I muttered, smirking.
Victor“Good afternoon Mr. Whitmore.” Mia let out with a broad smile.“Yes, good afternoon…” “Mia… it’s Mia.” She let out while I smiled too, and then pointed her to the sofa adjacent to me.“Please have your seat.” I chimed in but she didn’t sit where I pointed. She came over and sat next to me. I didn’t say anything and just smiled.“So I was told you came around, asking for me. What’s so important?” I finally said, breaking the silence.Instead of answering, Mia stood up slowly. Her stilettos clicked against the hardwood floor as she walked toward me. Something about her stride made my skin twitch. It was confident… too confident. Almost rehearsed.I leaned back slightly in my seat, still watching her, my mind alert. But not alert enough.She stepped close, too close and placed her hands on my shoulders, applying the gentlest pressure until I leaned back more fully into the couch.“Mia…” I warned lightly, a single brow rising. But she didn’t stop.She straddled me without permissi
Victor The moment Mia left and the front door clicked shut behind her, I didn’t wait.I turned to Freya and pulled her into my arms.God, she smelled like sweetness. She fit so perfectly against me. Her body warm, her breath still a little uneven from the storm we just weathered. But her eyes… her eyes were calm. Confident. That fire I’d always known was in her had finally erupted, and I couldn’t stop looking at her like she was the fiercest, most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.“I’m so damn proud of you,” I said, burying my face into the curve of her neck. “You didn’t even flinch.”She leaned back just a little, her hands resting against my chest, smiling in that soft, stunned way like she still didn’t quite believe what just happened.“You saw the way she cracked,” I added, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “You outplayed her. You outplayed everyone.”Her cheeks turned the faintest pink, and she looked down, like she was trying not to smile too much. But she couldn’t hide it.
FreyaI had never known a silence this loud.Sitting in the backseat of Victor’s black Escalade, with tinted windows shielding us from the chaos outside, I could hear the faint sound of reporters buzzing around like bees drawn to scandal’s honey. Cameras flashing. Voices yelling our names. My name.My fingers clutched the silk hem of my dress. My heart wasn’t just pounding, it was racing, like it was trying to outrun the moment. I kept my eyes on the door handle. I couldn’t bring myself to reach for it.Victor sat beside me, calm as ever, dressed in that navy suit that always made him look like he ruled the damn world. And maybe he did. He had this way of exuding power without saying a word. But today, he wasn’t looking ahead. He was looking at me.“You’re shaking,” he said softly, reaching out to gently take my hand.“I’m not,” I whispered, even though I clearly was.His thumb brushed over my knuckles, and the warmth from his touch seeped into my skin, grounding me. “You don’t have t
DennisI sat in the cold corner of the courtroom waiting area, barely breathing as I stared at the screen in front of me. The earlier scene replayed over and over in my head. It was so silly. Victor and Freya walking hand-in-hand like some damn royal couple. The smugness on his face. The confidence in her step. The glittering little smirk she wore like a crown. God, it made my blood boil.And then that announcement. He said he was marrying her. In front of the whole damn media.My hand clenched into a fist, nails biting into my palm. That was supposed to be me. I was the one who knew her first. I was the one who’d held her, who listened to her late-night rambles, who knew what she looked like when she cried herself to sleep. He was just a shiny, upgraded rebound. A temporary distraction. A damn fantasy.And now she was letting him parade her like some prized trophy? And to think, she still went back to him after everything that happened at her house. How desperate can she get? That fo
DennisI sat in the cold corner of the courtroom waiting area, barely breathing as I stared at the screen in front of me. The earlier scene replayed over and over in my head. It was so silly. Victor and Freya walking hand-in-hand like some damn royal couple. The smugness on his face. The confidence in her step. The glittering little smirk she wore like a crown. God, it made my blood boil.And then that announcement. He said he was marrying her. In front of the whole damn media.My hand clenched into a fist, nails biting into my palm. That was supposed to be me. I was the one who knew her first. I was the one who’d held her, who listened to her late-night rambles, who knew what she looked like when she cried herself to sleep. He was just a shiny, upgraded rebound. A temporary distraction. A damn fantasy.And now she was letting him parade her like some prized trophy? And to think, she still went back to him after everything that happened at her house. How desperate can she get? That fo
FreyaI had never known a silence this loud.Sitting in the backseat of Victor’s black Escalade, with tinted windows shielding us from the chaos outside, I could hear the faint sound of reporters buzzing around like bees drawn to scandal’s honey. Cameras flashing. Voices yelling our names. My name.My fingers clutched the silk hem of my dress. My heart wasn’t just pounding, it was racing, like it was trying to outrun the moment. I kept my eyes on the door handle. I couldn’t bring myself to reach for it.Victor sat beside me, calm as ever, dressed in that navy suit that always made him look like he ruled the damn world. And maybe he did. He had this way of exuding power without saying a word. But today, he wasn’t looking ahead. He was looking at me.“You’re shaking,” he said softly, reaching out to gently take my hand.“I’m not,” I whispered, even though I clearly was.His thumb brushed over my knuckles, and the warmth from his touch seeped into my skin, grounding me. “You don’t have t
Victor The moment Mia left and the front door clicked shut behind her, I didn’t wait.I turned to Freya and pulled her into my arms.God, she smelled like sweetness. She fit so perfectly against me. Her body warm, her breath still a little uneven from the storm we just weathered. But her eyes… her eyes were calm. Confident. That fire I’d always known was in her had finally erupted, and I couldn’t stop looking at her like she was the fiercest, most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.“I’m so damn proud of you,” I said, burying my face into the curve of her neck. “You didn’t even flinch.”She leaned back just a little, her hands resting against my chest, smiling in that soft, stunned way like she still didn’t quite believe what just happened.“You saw the way she cracked,” I added, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “You outplayed her. You outplayed everyone.”Her cheeks turned the faintest pink, and she looked down, like she was trying not to smile too much. But she couldn’t hide it.
Victor“Good afternoon Mr. Whitmore.” Mia let out with a broad smile.“Yes, good afternoon…” “Mia… it’s Mia.” She let out while I smiled too, and then pointed her to the sofa adjacent to me.“Please have your seat.” I chimed in but she didn’t sit where I pointed. She came over and sat next to me. I didn’t say anything and just smiled.“So I was told you came around, asking for me. What’s so important?” I finally said, breaking the silence.Instead of answering, Mia stood up slowly. Her stilettos clicked against the hardwood floor as she walked toward me. Something about her stride made my skin twitch. It was confident… too confident. Almost rehearsed.I leaned back slightly in my seat, still watching her, my mind alert. But not alert enough.She stepped close, too close and placed her hands on my shoulders, applying the gentlest pressure until I leaned back more fully into the couch.“Mia…” I warned lightly, a single brow rising. But she didn’t stop.She straddled me without permissi
DennisI woke up feeling like the goddamn king of the world.I don’t think I’d smiled this much in days. Hell, maybe weeks. But today? Today, the sun seemed to shine a little brighter through the curtains, the air smelled a little sweeter, and the weight that had been pressing down on my chest like a damn anchor? Gone.Gone, because I did it. Freya and Victor… over. I didn’t even need confirmation… call it intuition, gut feeling, divine karma, whatever the hell you want. After everything I unveiled, and the way Victor’s face twisted when I exposed what she never told him… There was no way in hell they were still together.Not after that.I stretched like a man who’d just won the lottery, kicked the covers off, and swung my feet onto the cold floor. I was humming before I even got to the bathroom. Brushed my teeth like I had a hot date, slapped some water on my face, and stared at my reflection with that smug-ass grin plastered across my face.“Game over, Victor,” I muttered, smirking.
SoniaI sat there on the cold, hard floor of my apartment trying to wrap my head around what had just happened. My ears were still ringing from the sound of his voice. My skin still burned from the force of his grip. And my heart, God, my heart felt like it had been cracked open and stomped on by someone I had trusted with the deepest parts of me.Dennis. The man I thought I understood.I stared at the wall in front of me like it would suddenly give me an answer, a reason, a justification. Something. Anything. But all I saw was the shadow of a truth I didn’t want to accept. Dennis put his hands on me. Me. And for what? For Freya?The thought of her name made my stomach clench. I didn’t even blame her well, not fully. This wasn’t her fault… at least not anymore. She didn’t ask for the kind of obsession Dennis had wrapped himself in. But then, she’s still a b*tch a big one, and she’s not going to escape what’s coming for her. But then, Dennis? It shouldn’t have been him and t
Victor The moment I saw those tears on her face, I knew I was going to give in. I just couldn’t resist her anymore at that point. Right from the moment she showed up at the door, I felt something in me loosen up. It was as if my whole body had been waiting for her so when she made that sweet cute face at me, I just knew it. She had gotten me. But still, I wasn’t going to give her an easy pass. She hurt me.But maybe I should let her explain herself, so I listened to every word, making sure to take note of every part. And by the time she was done, I found out who was really lying, and she wasn’t that person. Dennis is the liar. The manipulator who wants to come in between us and ruin what we have.“How could I not have seen it?” I thought to myself as she lifted her head and stared in my eyes.“Can I come close to you? I want to hold you.” She let out slowly but I didn’t say a word.Instead, I moved closer and pulled her into my arms. I held her tightly and pressed my lips against he
Freya I barely slept throughout the night. The bed felt like a war zone. One minute I was under the duvet, trying to calm my racing heart, the next minute I was out of it, pacing the room like the walls were closing in on me. My thoughts wouldn’t stop screaming Victor’s name… his face, his silence, the pain in his eyes when he told me he was done.That scene had replayed a thousand times in my mind. A thousand versions. A thousand different outcomes. And in every single one, I kept asking myself—how the hell did we get here?He didn’t pick my calls. I tried three times. The first two, it rang once and then stopped like he declined it. The last? Switched off. It felt like someone punched me straight in the chest.After tossing for a long while, I stood up and went to the window. I sat there, knees to my chest, watching the night slowly fade away. I thought maybe I’d doze off for just a few minutes… maybe I’d find rest in the silence. But even the silence betrayed me. It just made his
VictorI drove, but I wasn’t really driving. My hands were on the wheel, my foot on the pedal, but my mind… it was still in the house with Freya.I could still hear her voice echoing in my head, soft and strained, pleading in a way that used to unravel me before. “Victor, please… let me explain.” And for a second, I almost gave in. Almost.But then the image came again, the look on Dennis’ face when he said she didn’t push him away. The pride in his voice, the satisfaction of knowing he’d touched something sacred and left a mark. And the way Freya stood there, frozen, unable to deny it.Why didn’t she tell me?That was the question I couldn’t stop circling back to. Not the visit. Not even the fact that he touched her. But the silence. The hidden moment that sat like a landmine beneath the surface of everything I thought we were building.God.I gripped the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles turning white.Was I just another chapter in her book of damage control? A shiny new cover to