All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Unplanned Affair: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Freya’s POVI shouldn’t feel safe in a place I’ve only been for five days. I should stay alert, stay restless. But there’s something about Lucas’s small restaurant—the scent of coffee and tacos lingering in the air—that makes me feel at ease.One night wasn’t enough to figure out a plan to take Vince down. We were still stuck in calculations and half-formed strategies, and time was running out.Alaric kept working as usual, but his position had changed. He now worked in the back of the restaurant, away from prying eyes, afraid that one of Vince’s men might recognize him. I knew he hated hiding like this.I sat on one of the wooden chairs by the window, watching the morning light slowly creep in. Outside, the city remained the same—loud, chaotic, indifferent to the people struggling to survive within it.I let out a slow breath, rubbing the back of my neck. Last night had felt endless. I only managed to fall asleep after Alaric told me about his past—his life in prison.We had held eac

Freya’s POVI should be afraid. I should feel the cold fear creeping up my spine as I stood here, face to face with the man who had spent years slowly destroying my life.But all I felt was rage.“I came here to end this and walk away for good,” I said, my voice steady, unwavering.Vince straightened up, crossed one leg over the other, and studied me with unsettling interest. “End this?”I nodded. “I’m not working for you anymore. I won’t live under your control.”Silence hung thick in the air. Vince flicked his fingers, signaling to the two guards behind him, and they immediately stepped forward.He stared at me for a long moment before shaking his head slowly, like a man humoring a child’s foolish imagination.“Oh, Freya.” He let out a dramatic sigh. “Who put this ridiculous idea in your head?”His gaze shifted to Alaric, and his smile widened slightly.“Of course,” he mused, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You still believe that someone like him can save you?”Alaric said no

Freya's POVI once thought I didn’t have the courage to do something like this. That just imagining it would be enough to make me sick.But I was wrong.I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror of my small apartment. My face was pale, my brown eyes darker under the dim light. I no longer saw the girl who used to be afraid of evens her shadow. The person staring back at me was someone ready to claim her own freedom—no matter how much blood it took.The folding knife felt cold against my palm.Lucas had given it to me, days ago, and since then, I had only stared at it, questioning whether I’d ever actually use it. But now, there was no doubt.I took a deep breath, letting the air fill my lungs before slowly exhaling. My hands still trembled slightly, but not from fear. It was adrenaline.I slipped the knife into my jacket pocket and stepped out of the room.Alaric was already in the living room, sitting on the couch with his elbows resting on his knees, fists clenched tight. He

Freya’s POVI thought that after that night, everything would feel lighter. I thought freedom would come with the kind of relief that saves you. But it turns out, it’s not that simple.I stand on the small balcony of Alaric’s apartment, letting the morning air bite against my bare skin. The city stirs awake in the distance, the sky slowly shifting from darkness to a faint blue. Golden light seeps between the towering buildings, but I remain here, unmoving.Trying to feel something. But all I find is emptiness.I exhale slowly, biting my lip, letting the hollowness creep into my mind. I was so desperate to escape, to be free from the chains that had bound me all these years. Nevertheless, now that I am, I feel unmoored.I can’t stay here forever. Alaric’s apartment isn’t a shelter for people like me.He never asked me to leave. Never made me feel unwanted. However, I know better than to become a burden in his life.He’s already sacrificed enough to protect me. I don’t want him to keep

Freya’s POVI never knew what it felt like to wake up without fear. Back then, every morning started with a tightness in my chest—the sound of footsteps outside my door, shadows lurking in the corners, the constant dread that today could be my last. Fear was ingrained in my blood, like a survival instinct that never faded.But this morning, I didn’t wake up to shouting or the pounding of a fist against my door. I woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside my small apartment window. The ocean breeze slipped through the cracks, making the sheer white curtains flutter, their edges already frayed. The morning sunlight streamed in, casting a warmth that felt unfamiliar but not entirely unwelcome.I stayed in bed for a moment, staring at the ceiling, its surface marked with water stains and tiny cracks. This wasn’t Alaric’s comfortable apartment. There was no scent of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. No rustling of newspaper pages as he read the morning headlines.This place was