ログインKnox dropped his family off at the family mansion. The grand gates closed behind them with a heavy clang. Without wasting time, he drove straight toward Kendra’s mansion. His mind was fixed on her. He needed to talk after the tense events of the night. He didn’t get to talk to her personally because of his family, they're already disturbing him to get married, if he talks to Kendra in front of them, they would start assuming what's not true.He dialed her number while driving. The phone rang several times, but she didn’t pick up. With a groan, Knox halted outside her mansion, turned off the engine. He stepped out of the car and dialed again. This time, she answered right away.“Hey, I can see you're waiting for me,” Kendra said quickly. “Hold on. You'll see me now.” She ended the call before he could reply.Knox straightened his tie with care. He leaned back against his car in a relaxed pose. The cool night breeze brushed against his skin. A minute later, Kendra stepped out of t
Richard’s heart hammered against his ribs as he gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white. Images flashed through his mind: Freya hurt, bleeding, taken. He loved her with a ferocity that scared even him sometimes. She was his escape, his fire, the one person who made the weight of his crumbling empire feel bearable. The mansion loomed ahead, its wrought-iron gates gleaming under the setting sun. He slammed the brakes, the car skidding to a halt inches from the entrance. His driver, ever professional, slid into the seat without a word as Richard stepped out and walked inside. “Freya!” His voice echoed through the marble foyer, raw with panic. Silence answered him. She must be upstairs. He took the grand staircase two steps at a time, nearly tripping over the edge of the Persian rug. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his tailored suit feeling suffocating. His face was etched with worry lines—deep furrows that aged him beyond his twenty eight years. Business failures, mounting
Richard was scared. He had never seen Kendra like this before. Her words cut deep, filled with a cold fury that left him shaken. He thought talking to her would calm things down. He planned to fake a quick apology and move on. But nothing went as expected.At this point, his mind was fixed on one thing only. He needed her to restore his company's reputation. Nothing else mattered. He just wanted his life to return to normal. No more scandals. No more problems crashing down around him.He sighed heavily and walked out of the room. His footsteps echoed in the quiet hall as he headed downstairs. He moved straight through the exit and into the parking lot. The cool night air did little to ease the tension in his chest.His eyes met Knox's own immediately. Knox stood beside his car, leaning against it with crossed arms. They glared at each other. The hatred between them was thick enough to feel. If looks could kill, one of them would have dropped dead right there.Evelyn arrived short
Richard stared at her as though he had never seen her before.The woman standing in front of him wasn't the quiet wife who used to wait for him late into the night with dinner growing cold on the table.She wasn't the woman who apologized first after every argument. She wasn't the woman who swallowed every humiliation with a smile.She was someone else entirely, she looked dangerous like someone who had finally stopped loving him."Kendra..." His voice cracked. "Listen to yourself. You don't mean that, how can you even threaten me?"A cold smile curved her lips."I've never meant anything more."Richard's breathing became uneven."Fuck, you know what you are doing?." He smiled. "You're talking like this because you're hurt.""Hurt?" she repeated, amused.She took one slow step toward him."You think this is about being hurt?"Her eyes locked onto his. "I cried for you, Richard. I begged for your attention. I defended you when people warned me that you would break me. I walked away from
Freya clenched her fist so tightly that her nails bit into her palm. She had known Richard would crack eventually, but seeing the fallout now, splashed across every headline and camera flash, made her blood boil with a mix of triumph and raw panic. The Thompson family stood in the grand hallway, the echoes of their earlier confrontation still hanging heavy in the air like smoke after a fire. “We’ve endured enough humiliation tonight,” Victor said, the weight of years as the family patriarch pressing down on him. “Let’s go home and think about what to do next. This isn’t the place to say anything.” Evelyn nodded stiffly, her face pale and drawn. Grace adjusted her shawl with trembling hands. Sofia shot Freya a warning glance and Richard was walking behind them, his expression unreadable. Together, they walked through the heavy double doors and stepped into the cool night air. Chaos erupted immediately. The media swarm descended like locusts. Bright lights blinded them, mic
Richard stood frozen in the center of the ballroom. Knox's lips parted in surprise. The applause that filled the hall felt less like admiration for Kendra and more like a public verdict against him. His face burned with humiliation. His fists trembled at his sides as every whisper, every stare, and every camera lens reminded him that he had just lost the only battle that truly mattered. "Richard..." Freya tugged anxiously at his sleeve, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please... sit down." For the first time all night, he had no words. The confidence that had carried him to his feet moments ago had vanished completely. His shoulders slumped as he slowly lowered himself back into his chair. The Thompson family sat in suffocating silence. Victor stared at the table, unable to meet anyone's eyes. Grace folded her hands elegantly in her lap, disappointment written plainly across her face. She had warned Richard countless times that pride without wisdom always ended in disgra
“Mother, Kendra this Kendra that, she left herself, we didn't chase her! Right now we should be thinking about how the Thompson's reputation will be back in place!” Victor sighed. “You're right Eve, the Thompson's company image is already strained after the divorce. Bringing personal drama to thi
Evelyn and Sofia said nothing, but with their expressions they're waiting for the right time. Grace leaned forward slightly, studying Freya. “So, young lady. Who exactly are you? Richard, introduce her properly to your grandmother.” Richard placed his hand over Freya’s on the table. “Grandma G
“Knox…” The whisper slipped out in the empty bathroom. Her other hand trailed lower, sliding between her thighs. She was already wet from the memory of him stirring fresh arousal. Two fingers circled her clit slowly, teasing, her building the arousal the more. In her mind, it was his tongue ins
The morning light filtered through the half-drawn hotel curtains as Kendra stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped tightly in the hotel robe. The long shower had washed away the sweat and stickiness of their night, but it did nothing to clear the pounding in her head or the growing knot of regret in







