All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Unplanned Affair: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Freya’s POVI once believed I was immune to shame, but I was mistaken.I found myself standing under the harsh neon lights of the nightclub, surrounded by the pulsating music, clinking glasses, and drunken laughter. Dozens of eyes were fixed on me, but it was only one pair that sent a chill down my spine.She stood at the entrance, poised like a queen entering her throne room. Her black dress hugged her body perfectly, her lips painted a deep red, her hair styled to perfection. She had always looked like someone who had everything, and made sure everyone else knew they had nothing.She smiled slowly and calculatedly, wanting me to feel small. And damn it, she succeeded.I tightened my grip around the bottle in my hand, steadying the slight tremor in my fingers. I refused to show weakness. Not in front of her. Not in front of anyone.She walked towards me with a calm confidence, as if she held the power to command the entire room. And perhaps, in her own way, she truly did.“I was cur

Freya POVThe morning air bit at my skin as I stepped out of Alaric’s apartment. The sky was heavy with clouds, threatening rain at any moment. The sidewalk was still damp, reflecting the faint glow of the fading streetlights.I pulled my coat tighter around me, but the cold I felt had nothing to do with the weather.It came from something settling deep in my chest—something that had been there since the moment I opened my eyes this morning.My steps were too fast, as if I could leave everything behind. But with every step I took, it felt more like a mistake.I didn’t believe in happy endings.There were no fairy tales for people like me. No stories about a man saving a woman, no love strong enough to erase the scars of the past.And then, Alaric happened. He was too close, too real, too impossible to erase.My fingers trembled as they brushed my lips, and instantly, last night came rushing back.“I don’t need a hero, Alaric!”My voice was almost a scream, echoing through the small ap

Freya’s POV“Where are you going?”Alaric’s voice was rough, thick with sleep, yet it carried an odd weight that halted my steps. One of his eyes remained shut, while the other was half-open, watching me in a way that made me feel like he could read every single thought in my head.I swallowed hard and forced a small smile. “To the kitchen. I need some hot tea.”He didn’t respond right away. His gaze stayed locked on mine, stripping away my thoughts layer by layer. Then, after what felt like an eternity, he gave a slow nod. “Make me some coffee too.”I didn’t reply. If I stayed here any longer, he might see something in me that was better left hidden. So, I left.In the kitchen, I opened the cabinet and found a single box of tea and some boring instant coffee. Looks like I needed to go grocery shopping.Then, I checked the fridge. Chicken, some wilted Chinese cabbage, and a few homemade sausages and nuggets. Not a single fresh vegetable in sight.“Okay. Stir-fried cabbage, fried chick

Freya’s POVI stood there, pressed against the door, as if it were the only thing keeping me from collapsing. My breaths were short and uneven, like someone who had just pulled themselves back from the edge of a cliff. The room felt smaller, quieter, and the silence only made me more alert.I strained my ears, trying to make sure Vince’s footsteps had really disappeared down the hall. But the fear curling in my chest whispered that he wouldn’t just leave. That he’d be back. And when that happened, I needed to be ready.My fingers were still wrapped tightly around the knife, its cold edge pressing against my skin. I glanced at my reflection in the window. The eyes staring back at me weren’t the same ones that once held hope—they were darker now, filled with something I wasn’t sure I could name.I couldn’t afford to be afraid. I couldn’t let Vince win.But what if I didn’t have a choice?I took a deep breath, forcing my thoughts to clear. My phone was on the table. I walked toward it,

Freya’s POVThe next morning, I sat in an old wooden chair in the corner of the room, arms crossed, trying to make sense of this situation. The lingering scent of Lucas’s cigarette smoke still hung in the air, mixing with the rich aroma of coffee. Across from me, Alaric and Lucas stood by the table, speaking in hushed tones, their voices barely above a whisper.Lucas was the one who gave Alaric a job when no one else would. He knew the underworld far better than he let on. But unlike Vince, he operated in the gray areas—never as ruthless as my former boss. Even so, I wasn’t sure if I could fully trust him. He and Vince came from the same streets. If he had the capacity for good, he also had the capacity to change sides at any moment.I turned my gaze toward the window. The city was still buzzing, even as the morning crept in. Streetlights flickered, cars moved aimlessly, their drivers living lives that seemed so much simpler than mine.No matter where I was, I still felt like prey.