Sonia“Get out.” The voice pierced through my haze, low and firm, while I blinked slowly, my head pounding, my throat dry as sandpaper.I turned my head, my vision still blurry from whatever had knocked me out. I was in a car, the interior dim, the windows tinted so dark that I couldn’t see outside. The masked driver, sitting still as a statue, repeated himself.“Get out.” He repeated while I struggled to sit upright, my body heavy as if weighed down by lead. My fingers clutched the seat as I took a deep breath, trying to process where I was. My mind was sluggish, memories fogged over. The last thing I remembered… was Jeff.My stomach twisted violently as I remembered his hands around my throat, the look in his eyes… cold, filled with pure betrayal and rage. I thought he was going to kill me. I was sure he would. But then... I was still alive. How?“Where am I?” I croaked, my voice barely above a whisper.Silence. No response. The driver didn’t even flinch.Realizing I wouldn’t get an
DennisI stabbed at my lunch with little interest, the food tasting bland despite it being my favorite. James had made it in the morning before going out but I had been so busy and just had the time to get something in my stomach. But then, I still couldn’t as my mind was elsewhere, spinning with frustration. And on top of that, James was getting on my nerves. He was supposed to be back already but three hours later, and he’s still not yet back.“I have waited long enough. I can’t take this anymore.” I muttered under my breath as I pulled my phone out and dialed James. He answered after a few rings, his voice casual.“What do you want, Dennis?” He let out.“What do you think I want, James? When are you getting home?” My grip on the fork tightened. James sighed. “Be patient, Dennis. I told you, I’ll be there soon.”“Soon isn’t good enough! You should have been here already. You keep saying soon but it’s been hours and you’re still not here.” I snapped.“And I’m still saying that I’ll
Freya I couldn’t stop smiling as I put the finishing touches on the meal. The aroma of the dishes filled the kitchen, a perfect blend of spices and flavors I had carefully curated just for tonight. Victor was finally coming home, and I wanted everything to be perfect. I glanced at my phone on the counter, my heart skipping a beat as I thought about him. He was on his way.A rush of excitement coursed through me as I wiped my hands on a towel and rushed inside to get dressed. But first, I had to call him… I needed to hear his voice.I grabbed my phone and dialed his number. The call barely rang twice before his deep, familiar voice came through.“Hey, baby,” Victor greeted, and I could hear the smile in his voice.“Hey love,” I replied, giggling. “Guess what?”“You know I suck at guessing.”“Come on, just one try.”He chuckled. “You made my favorite meal?”“How did you know??” I exclaimed while he laughed. “I know you well enough, babe.” He chimed in.“Well, of course, you’re right,
FreyaThe moment we got to the car, Victor instinctively reached for the driver’s seat, but I had other plans. Before he could even protest, I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the backseat. He raised an eyebrow, amused, but I could already see the hunger in his eyes.“What are you up to?” he asked, a teasing smirk dancing on his lips.I pushed him back onto the seat and straddled him, pressing my body against his. “I’ve missed you too damn much to wait until we get home,” I whispered, my lips mere inches from his.His hands instinctively found my waist, gripping me tightly as he let out a low chuckle. “Freya, you do realize we’re still at the airport parking lot, right?”“Do you see me caring?” I murmured before capturing his lips in a heated kiss.Victor groaned against my mouth, his fingers digging into my hips as he deepened the kiss. I could feel the tension melting away from both of us, replaced with nothing but the raw need we had for each other. The way his hands roamed
Dennis The moment Freya and Victor got into the car, I could already feel my blood boiling, and my vision turning red. I wasn’t an idiot… I knew exactly what was happening inside that car. The way the vehicle shook, and the frequent movement all made it obvious that they were having sex.My grip tightened on the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white. I clenched my jaw so hard it hurt, and my breathing became uneven. The thought of her, my Freya, in the arms of another man… no, worse, losing herself in pleasure with that bastard made my stomach twist with rage. I had to look away for a moment before I did something reckless, something stupid.I forced myself to inhale deeply through my nose, but it barely helped. My hands shook with the urge to do something… anything to rip the bastard away from her, to make him pay for touching what was mine. I imagined ramming my car into them, sending them flying off the road. It would be so easy. One hard slam on the gas, and I could plow
SoniaThe moment my phone lit up with Dennis’s name, I felt a thrill rush through me. “What the actual f*ck?!” I muttered under my breathe. Dennis was actually calling my phone right now. So, my plan worked after all. I had been waiting for this moment, and now that it was here, I wanted to savor it. Instead of answering right away, I let it ring, tapping my nails against the marble counter of my kitchen.I had to be sure too. I wouldn’t want to answer it, not sure if it was my plan or a random call from him. But what are the odds though? He has literally ignored and abandoned me so why now, if it wasn’t my plan working??Still, I quickly scrolled through my contacts and dialed my guy… the one I had paid handsomely to give Dennis a little taste of hell. He picked up on the first ring. “It’s done,” he confirmed, his voice carrying a smug satisfaction that mirrored my own. “Your boy’s barely standing.”I smirked, feeling an odd mix of satisfaction and amusement. “Good. And you made sur
FreyaThe moment we stepped into the house, Victor stretched his arms and let out a deep, satisfied sigh. “Finally home,” he murmured, his voice laced with exhaustion and contentment.I watched him as he dropped his bag and loosened a few buttons on his shirt. His eyes, still filled with desire from the wild ride we had in the car, softened as he looked at me. “I need a shower,” he announced, taking a step toward the staircase.I quickly stepped in front of him, blocking his path with a playful smile. “Oh no, Mr. Whitmore, not yet.”He arched a brow, his lips curling into an amused smirk. “Oh? And why not? You planning on joining me?”“As tempting as that sounds,” I teased, placing my hands on his chest, “I insist that you eat first.”He let out a chuckle, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Freya, I just had a full-course meal not too long ago.” His fingers played with the hem of my dress. “And then I had you for dessert in the car. I think I’m pretty satisfied.”I smacked his chest
SoniaI tightened my grip on Dennis’ arm as we stepped into my apartment. He was still groaning in pain, his weight leaning against me, but I managed to guide him to the couch. My heart was racing, but not for the reasons he might have thought. This was going exactly the way I planned.“Sit,” I said softly, placing a pillow behind him as he collapsed onto the couch. His shirt was stained with blood from the cuts and bruises on his face. His eye was already swelling shut, his lip split. A complete mess. “You look like you got run over by a truck.” I teased him while he let out a breathy chuckle but winced immediately. “Feels like it too.” He replied too.I walked to the cabinet and grabbed my first aid kit. My hands worked methodically, but my mind was elsewhere. I had already mapped out my next steps, and getting Dennis under my control was at the center of it. He thought I was just being kind. That was his first mistake.I knelt in front of him, unscrewing a bottle of antiseptic. “Th
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