Victor“You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," I said softly, while Freya beamed with smiles."How do you do it, Victor? How do you keep making me fall more and more in love with every word, gesture, and action?" I smiled when she said this and then wrapped my arms around her, pulling her in even tighter. "It's easy when it's you, Freya. You make it so easy." We stayed there for a moment, wrapped in each other and surrounded by the sweet quietness.After a long silence, I pulled back slightly. "Alright, my love. As much as I'd like to keep holding you forever, but for now, we have somewhere to be." I said, placing a finger over her lips."Somewhere?" She raised an eyebrow. I nodded. "There's an art exhibition in town tonight. Thought it'd be something you'd enjoy." She beamed at this. "That sounds amazing. Let me just unpack and find a dress." She chimed in, but before she could move, I gently grabbed her hand. "No need for that. Check the closet." "The closet?" She fr
FreyaThe moment we stepped into the hall, I felt like I'd walked straight into a dream. The grand hall was illuminated by warm golden lights, casting a soft glow over the polished marble floors and high arched ceilings. Crystal chandeliers hung elegantly above, their prisms scattering little specks of rainbow light across the room. There was music being played from a string quartet tucked in the background, and the sweet scent of expensive cologne and floral arrangements hung in the air. Art pieces, paintings, sculptures, intricate jewelry designs were displayed on elegant pedestals and along the colorful walls. Each piece had a little spotlight, making it feel like a treasure waiting to be discovered. Servers in neat black-and-white uniforms moved gracefully through the crowd, offering trays of sparkling champagne."Oh my God, Victor," I whispered, clutching his arm. "This place is stunning." He smiled down at me, his eyes full of warmth. "I knew you'd love it." "I feel like we
DennisFor the first time in what felt like forever, I finally caught a break. The officer’s words still echoed in my ears. "Your bail has been paid. You're free to go." I barely reacted at first, too drained, too jaded from everything that had happened. I didn’t even bother to ask how the whole bail issue was sorted. I didn’t care. Whoever helped would show up sooner or later, and I would be ready to thank the person. I got my things, changed, and was full of relief. I was finally free from this horror. But as I stepped outside, my relief vanished the moment I saw her. Sonia. She stood there, wearing that smug little smirk like she had just won the lottery. Her arms were crossed, her chin tilted up, and before I could even ask, she blurted out, “Guess what? I’m out too! Just got the good news.” She let out with a broad smile while I clenched my jaw, my fingers curling into fists at my sides. Of course, she got out too. Nothing good ever happened to me without some kind of c
SoniaI saw the way Dennis’ face twisted in fury, the way his hands clenched into fists by his sides. Everything was crumbling. The life we had built, the security we had fought for… it was slipping right through our fingers. But I wasn’t about to let it go without a fight, and I wouldn’t let him give up either.Seeing as he was unraveling, his mind racing… desperate for solutions, his whole world flipped upside down. He was spiraling, completely disorganized. I knew that was my opening. He needed me, whether he admitted it or not. And I would make sure he realized it. I had watched him fall apart before, seen him at his lowest when things went to hell, and every single time, I had been the one to pick him back up. To clean up his mess. And this time wouldn’t be any different. This was my perfect chance. I would get him to back to me… and everything would naturally fall into place.I reached for his arm, softening my voice into something comforting, something familiar. “Dennis,
SoniaI stood there, frozen, as Dennis walked away. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. I had always been the one in control, the one who dictated how things played out. But for the first time in my life, I felt powerless. I reached for him again, my voice trembling. “Dennis, please… don’t do this.” I begged, but he didn’t stop. I stumbled after him, gripping his sleeve desperately. “I’ll do anything. We can fix this together. You don’t have to go back to her. Please, Dennis, I’m begging you right now. We… we had a plan. We were supposed to…” he didn’t even let me finish before he yanked his arm away so forcefully that I nearly lost my balance. “There is no ‘we’, Sonia.” His voice was cold, final. “There never was.” I shook my head, refusing to accept it. “That’s not true.” My throat tightened as I fought the rising panic. “You love me. You told me you loved me. You stayed with me. We went through everything together. You married me, and it’s written all over your word
Dennis I didn’t look back as I walked away from Sonia’s pathetic outburst. Her threats meant nothing to me. She had no power over me anymore.All I cared about was getting Freya back.She was my ticket out of this mess, my way back to the life I deserved. The soft life.I walked down the street, my head buzzing with thoughts. I needed a plan. A damn good one.After getting far enough from Sonia, I hailed a ride to my brother’s apartment. I didn’t bother calling ahead. I needed to talk to him, face-to-face.When I arrived, I was expecting to see just him, maybe a beer in his hand and a smug look on his face. I knew he was going to taunt me with the whole thing, and I was ready for him.What I wasn’t expecting was my parents sitting in the living room, waiting for me.The second I stepped inside, my mother’s sharp voice cut through the air.“Dennis! What in God’s name have you done?!”I barely had time to react before my father slammed a newspaper onto the table. The front page had my
StaceyI pushed open the door to Victor’s office, already rolling my eyes at the fact that he hadn’t picked up any of my calls earlier. And when I later tried, the phone was off. I mean, he forgot all about me when I was the one who helped him get his wish. The man goes off on a little getaway with Freya, and suddenly, the rest of us don’t exist. He got his love, and Stacey doesn’t matter anymore.Typical. I wasn’t mad, though. In fact, I found it amusing. He deserved a sweet love and Freya was the perfect person who could love him the way he wanted.Still, a part of me was curious. Victor always answered my calls, or at least called back when he saw them, and he rarely puts off his phone. For him to be completely unreachable? That was odd. As I stepped inside, I spotted Anna, his assistant, at her desk. She was on the phone, and from the way her brows were furrowed, whatever she was discussing seemed serious. I slowed my steps, watching her closely. "Are you sure?" she asked
FreyaSitting at the dressing table, I carefully wiped the last traces of makeup from my face, letting out a soft sigh as the cool sensation of the cleanser soothed my skin. The night had been perfect, but I was exhausted. My reflection in the mirror showed nothing but a content smile. But then, I caught something else… Victor, standing a few feet away, just watching me. His gaze was intense yet gentle, his lips curled into a faint smile. I raised an eyebrow, amusement lacing my voice. "Why are you staring at me like that?" His smile deepened as he took a slow step closer. "Because I still can’t believe you’re finally mine." My heart did a little flip at his words, warmth spreading through my chest. He reached me within seconds, his strong hands resting on my shoulders as he leaned down to press a soft kiss against my bare shoulder. I hummed at the contact but couldn’t resist teasing him. "Funny," I mused, tilting my head to meet his gaze. "I don’t remember you actually
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
Freya “I’m done, Freya…” those words felt so unreal, at first I thought it was just my head and mind playing tricks on me so I didn’t know what to say or think. The only thing that found it’s way out of my mouth was a short chuckle.I lifted my eyes to look at him and what I saw scared me. I had never seen him so furious. Not even minutes ago when he and Dennis were throwing heavy punches at each other. He wasn’t as furious as he was looking right now, and that scared me even more.“Babe…” I hadn’t even finished before he dashed past me, heading straight for the door.I didn’t wait to process what was happening, I hurried after him but he was so fast and before I could I could get a hold of his shirt, he already moved.He actually dodged it, he didn’t want my hands on him so once he saw me trying to reach for his shirt, he moved and before I could catch myself, I tripped. I expected to fall hard into the ground but he caught me. Victor caught me and helped me back to my feet.“I’m on