All Chapters of The Billionaire's Hidden Bride : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

aAs the sun sank beneath the horizon, the Manhattan skyline was fully bathed in a golden glow. As Freda stood on the balcony of their newly acquired penthouse, she observed how the light shimmered on the buildings beneath. It seemed as though the city had become more peaceful, or perhaps she had at last discovered inner tranquilly.Williams was standing behind her and pouring two glasses of wine. It appeared as if he was signaling the conclusion of an extensive chapter through his movements, which were precise and nearly reverent. As he approached, she spun around, and they exchanged a look that only they could understand. A facade shaped by conflicts faced, treacheries suffered, and a love that withstood it all. "To us," he informed her as he handed her a glass.At that moment, she responded by clinking her glass on his and saying, "To everything we've survived."While they drank in solitude for a brief period of time, the gentle buzz of the city below them served as a soothing lu

As Freda stood on the Franklin Tower rooftop, the city throbbed beneath her feet. Even though the horizon was starting to lighten with the first signs of morning, her thoughts were still far in the dark.On the surface, everything appeared to be under control, and the world continued to believe in the Franklin-Harrington unity. But Freda was aware of the reality. Already the fissures had begun to open, and the creatures had began to squirm beneath them.Williams came up behind her, a reminder of his fragility as well as his strength. He had suffered greatly over the past few days, and the lines that were etched on his face were not only the result of physical injuries. Since the kidnapping, his thoughts had been racing constantly.He put a coat over her shoulders and whispered, "You didn't sleep," in a worried tone.Freda's thoughts were more confused than ever as she gazed out at the city without turning around. "Sleep is not an option."Williams said softly, "You're right," as his f

Freda stood motionless, gazing at the woman in the doorway, and everything changed around her. Her biological mother, Charlotte, was alive, as the picture had indicated. It was not feasible. In front of her, a vial containing a dark liquid was held by the woman who had reportedly passed away when Freda was a small girl and whom Freda had thought had been lost to the cruel winds of fate.Freda's body would not move, but her mind was racing. "Charlotte, you." Her throat was dry as she swallowed hard. "Are you still alive?"Something sinister had replaced the warmth that had once filled Charlotte's eyes. A blend of frigid resolve and sorrow. She didn't respond right away; instead, she simply moved farther into the space and clicked the door shut behind her.Charlotte's voice was barely above a whisper as she went on, "I had no other option, Freda." "The reality you know—the one I fashioned for you—is not as you think it is." The heaviness of those words felt like a clamp tightening on F

The video froze on Jonathan Harrington’s face—older, gaunt, but unmistakably him. The same gray eyes Freda saw in the mirror. The same controlled fire she had inherited.Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, breath held.Then she clicked play.> “If you’re seeing this, it means the Harringtons failed to kill me… or at least, they think they did. I left this message with someone I trusted more than my own family—someone who believed in you long before you were born.”> “Freda, you were never supposed to be a pawn. But your birth threatened everything the family stood for. Your mother, Charlotte, hid you to protect you. But Margaret found out. And she made a deal—a terrible one. One that cost me everything.”Freda leaned closer. Her heart thudded like thunder against her ribs.> “They wanted your bloodline erased. Margaret believed that only a ‘pure’ Harrington should lead the empire. But she was wrong. You’re more Harrington than any of them ever were. You have fire. But they’ll twist

The gunshot echoed like a thunderclap through the estate.Freda sprinted from the library, heart pounding in her chest like a war drum. The chandeliers overhead flickered with dying light as backup generators struggled to come alive. The hallway stretched before her, a maze of flickering shadows and looming portraits.She reached the grand staircase—Grace was kneeling beside a body.“Grace!” Freda cried.But it wasn’t Grace who was hurt. It was one of Cassian’s guards—the same man who had been tailing her since her meeting with him two days ago.A single, clean shot to the chest. No hesitation. No warning.Grace looked up, her expression stone. “This wasn’t just a warning.”James emerged from the corridor, weapon drawn. “Whoever did this got past four security checkpoints. This was coordinated.”Alex joined them a second later, a deep cut on his brow. “Two others were found unconscious near the north wing. We have a breach.”Freda straightened. “She’s here.”They didn’t need to ask wh