LOGINFreya's POVI broke down in tears, staring at the man who once loved me like I was the only woman in his universe. To him, I had been his entire world. But the person standing before me now was a stranger, cold, distant, and filled with nothing but resentment.“Ethan… what are you even saying?” I whispered, my voice trembling as I searched his eyes. There was no trace of the love that used to warm them. Only disgust stared back at me.“Did you really think I was a fool, Freya?” he shouted. “I saw everything. The way you kept trying to contact Ryan behind my back. The way you always ran to him for help, like I was some useless piece of shit who couldn’t do anything for you!”His words cut deeper than any blade. I shook my head frantically, tears streaming down my face.“He thinks I’m pathetic because I don’t have money, right? That’s why he gives you all that pity, he wants me to work under him like a dog, while you get to feel what you’re ‘missing.’ Maybe he wants me slaving away all
Freya pov The whole night I couldn't sleep. Ethan hadn't come home. I paced the living room, my phone clutched tightly in my trembling hand. The morning sickness was making it worse. I tried to contact him at least twenty times, but it was switched off. Panic filled me. I tried calling some of his friends that I knew but nobody knew where he was. They even told me they hadn't met him for a few weeks nor he contacted them. I didn't even know where he works. He had only told me it was a small family cafe. That was it. No name. No address. Tears filled my eyes as I stood by the window, staring out into the street. Most of my own friends had blocked me long ago thanks to my father’s influence. I was helpless, and the silence in our apartment was suffocating. It was killing me. I wanted nothing more but to hug him tightly and leave every problem behind. There was only one person left who might be able to help.With a shaky breath, I dialed Ryan’s number.“Hello?”“Hello,” Alina picked
Ryan pov I leaned against the doorway, arms crossed over my chest, unable to tear my eyes away from her. My little angel was baking cookies for me, humming softly to the slow, sultry music playing in the background. Her gentle smile and quiet happiness did something dangerous to my cold heart.I still didn’t understand what kind of spell she had cast on me. She was nothing like the women I’d known. She is wild. She was pure. Innocent. And that innocence had me completely addicted. Totally obsessive for her. We were alone in her house. Her mother was away with friends and wouldn’t return for days. I watched hungrily as her luxurious lips moved along with the song, her body swaying gently while she mixed the ingredients. Every small movement made the ache in my pants worse. No woman had ever made me lose control like this. Just looking at her was enough to make me rock hard.She glanced over her shoulder and smiled shyly when she caught me staring. That smile undid me.I pushed off th
Ethan pov The moment I walked in, the chaos of the bar hit me like a wave. The place was packed with people, the loud music thumped hard, mixing with the laughter, smell of alcohol and sweat that hung heavy in the air. I adjusted my collar as I made my way towards the staff changing room. I didn't tell Freya that I landed a job, not as a respectable position as we expected and hoped for but the pay was decent and somehow I managed to get some good tips from the drunk customers who threw cash like dirt. I quickly changed into black shirt and tight pants while some of the workers were talking among themselves, whispering and laughing about their customers. I kept my head down, clearly not interested in the conversation. I wasn't friendly with anybody, just did my job and went back to my girl. I couldn't tell her about this, or she will completely lose herself, break down completely. Her father’s disagreement had already hit her hard. He made sure we rot in the streets, didn't find an
Freya’s POVI sat on the old wooden chair, my head resting heavily on the table as the clock ticked past midnight. Ethan still hadn’t come home. I tried to call him but it was switched off. The worry that gripped my chest eased only when I placed both hands gently over my belly.These days, I spent hours talking to our baby. I didn’t know if he could hear me yet, but every whisper brought me closer to him. The loneliness that once consumed me had started to fade. For the first time in my life, I felt complete. Safe. Protected. I kissed my hands softly and pressed them back against my stomach.It was still flat, barely showing any sign of life growing inside me. But in a few months, it would begin to swell, and I couldn’t wait. I dreamed of feeling the first kick, of hearing the steady heartbeat for the first time. I had already gone for an ultrasound alone while Ethan was busy. The baby looked like a tiny peanut on the screen. I recorded everything on my phone, watching the video aga
Alina pov I panted hard, my heart drumming against my ribs, as I burst into the bathroom. I grabbed the edge of the sink, staring at my flushed face. This morning, sharing the elevator with Mr parker was a pure torture. He knew exactly what he was doing. An innocent touch of his fingers over my shoulder, the way his hard thigh derivatively rubbed against mine, it made me breathless, aching for the need, desperate for his touch. I tried to stay calm, discuss some information about the meeting with clients but my words stuck when his legs pressed against mine, teasing the sensitive skin beneath my skirt that was riding higher just for his small touch . By the time the gate opened, I was trembling. I had lost all my composure. I splashed cold water over my face, hoping to calm down the fire that was building inside me. But the memories refused to leave. I remembered the last time he took control, he dragged me inside the washroom, pressed me against the wall, with my ass arched towa







