All Chapters of A Billionaire's Bargain: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Freya's Pov I sat on the plush, leather seat of my SUV, my fingers tapping lightly on the steering wheel as I waited for Raji. My dark shades and the tinted glass of my car kept me hidden from the few passers-by. I was beginning to get impatient waiting for him, he is about twenty minutes late. The last two weeks has been hell for me, Zayn hasn't spared me any attention. I had taken the pain of cancelling my appointments, outings and trips, yet, that didn't seem to ease his nonchalant attitude towards me. Raji had sent an email, saying he has something for me and we agreed to meet at a secluded part of town. I was so lost in thought that the light tap on my window startled me. With an irritated sign, I unlocked the door. "Hey Angel." "What do you have for me?" "Straight to business I see." He let out a chuckle. "Well, I did some findings and it is safe to say your marriage is on the verge of a wreck." His smile didn't falter as he handed me a brown envelope.

Zayn's Pov It has been three days since Araceli had walked me our of her apartment, and these three days have felt like hell for me knowing that I had caused her pain. Freya had spent a few days with the kids only to leave with a suitcase in the middle of the night. "I have an urgent shoot due for the morning and need to leave now so I can catch my flight." She had informed me while hurriedly packing. I wasn't bothered, the Zayn she got married to would have been so worried and tried everything to convince her not to leave till the morning. The kids too had looked indifferent about her absence at dawn. Kamrin had merely shrug his tiny shoulders while digging into his plate of mashed potato, cheese sauce, carrot and broccoli. He was more focused on expressing his disapproval towards the choice of breakfast he was served. His twin wasn't any different, it hurts my heart to know that they have gotten used to not having her around. I had taken the week off to spend time with

Araceli's pov I watched as the kids bounced out of the hospital doors, their laughter echoing through the dimly lit car park. Kamila, now healthier and more energetic, was leading the way, her tiny hand gripping her father's. She was cleared to go home and despite it being a bit late in the evening, she had insisted on leaving the hospital as she didn't want to spend another night there. Zayn had agreed to her request, we packed our bags and checked out. As we drove to the house, I couldn't help but feel uneasy. I sat at the front seat of the car while the kids sat at the back. Their subtle chatter peaking at my ears. "Are you okay?" Zayn's voice startled me out of my thoughts. "Yes, I'm good." "Araceli, if you don't want to come to the house, that's fine. I can tell the kids you had serious business to take care of and will see them next time." He whispered so only I can hear him. I slightly turned my head to look at the kids. Kamila gave a little wave, her

Araceli's pov As I settled into my seat, I glanced around the cabin, my eyes scanning the faces of the other passengers. Families, couples, and lone traveler, a blur of strangers. But none of them mattered right now. All I could think about was Zayn. My mind raced back to the early morning hours when I had made the impulsive decision to leave. Sneaking out of the house, my heart pounded with a mix of adrenaline and longing. I missed his kids already, I yearn for the warmth of his embrace and the familiar scent of his cologne. Without him, life felt empty. With a burst of energy, I stood, grabbed my carry-on, and stepped off the plane. Stares followed me as I hailed a taxi, but I ignored them. The heart wants what it wants. "Elysium field estate," I told the driver, who gave me a skeptical look. My joggers and oversized shirt didn't exactly scream affluence. "What are you waiting for?" I snapped, annoyed. He keyed the engine and we began the journey. As we drove, I nervou

Caleb's Pov I stood by the window, staring out at the darkening sky, the sun was long gone and the moon and stars filled the sky. I tried to breathe, to gather my thoughts, but they scattered like autumn leaves in a gust of wind. My pulse pounded in my ears, drowning out everything else. Freya sat on the edge of the bed, her hands resting in her lap, eyes fixed on me, waiting. Expecting something from me. But what? What could I possibly say? I had lashed out at her, vicious, cold, like I always did when cornered. “What do you want me to say, Freya?” I asked, my voice flat, emotionless, as if I was disconnected from it all. But inside, I was reeling. I turned from the window and leaned against the wall, crossing my arms over my chest, creating a barrier between us. “Are you serious?” she whispered, her voice trembling, yet thick with disbelief. She blinked rapidly, as if she could ward off the tears gathering in her eyes. “What do I want you to say? Since I told you I'm pr