FAZER LOGINCHAPTER THREE
Freya’s POV “Will you be my wife, Freya Roberta?” Bryan, my boyfriend, kneels in the middle of the restaurant where we were seated. He had a proud smile on and I turned towards my best friend smiling at me to say YES. Really? I felt the urge to tear up in pain and the amount of betrayal I have felt just in a couple of days now as they kept hiding things away and getting me involved in a messy situation. “Please say yes” I heard him say and I shook my head in disbelief. The whole staff wasn't left out too as I stood up, striding to his side. I checked the ring he had on to propose to me and it was also the same he used to propose to her. It might not be the one but it was the same. I clenched my jaw, trying to take in the pain and anger that boiled in me but it was inevitable. “There is nothing to think about, Freya. He is your man, the man you have been with for five years. Why do you have to think about eternity with him.” I heard my best friend say and I scoffed as tears rolled down my eyes and I held my chest in pain as I felt suffocation in between the scenes. I shook my head, my eyes closed and I tried to take in. Take a breath in. “Thwack” I gave him a resounding slap that I had been taking in for a very long time now, shocking the entire room. “There is absolutely something to think about, Rachelle Lefevre and Bryan Lefevre.” I turned over to them and smiled while they had a shock expression on. “The Columns Hotel's Grand ballroom, one of the prestigious hotels in Louisiana. Do you remember now?” I asked and I didn't miss the flabbergasted look Rachelle gave, glamping in hard. “Hotel Grand?” She asked, trying to look surprised in everything I just said. “No, just shut it. Shut it right there. One more word from any of you and I will make you pay.” I threatened and she shifted backwards. “Babe,” Bryan called, standing up to his feet and coming closer to me but I held up my hand in silence. “Not any closer.” I warned and he sighed. “You need to hear me out please. I didn't mean to hurt you, Freya.” He said and I scoffed. “But you did. Definitely means I meant nothing to you. I can't believe you stoop so low to even asking me to get married to you, after all of this? How heartless can you be, Bryan.” I asked, my voice broken in pain. “I love you, Freya and I didn't want to jeopardize anything between us. Rachelle and I marriage was a facade to a marriage contract. It is all business.” He gave out excuses for himself and I snickered. “It's all business? But yet you couldn't consult your fiance first. None of you deem it fit to tell me? Not even someone I called my best friend for years? Oh really? All in the name of not wanting to hurt me. I have never met someone more deadly than you both. Now you propose and want me to say Yes? How selfish can you be.” I flared up in utmost disbelief and disappointment. “I regret ever getting to know you both. I am done here.” I said and was about to leave but Bryan was fast enough to jerk my hand into his. Holding firmly to it. “No, you won't do that. You won't dare leave me. After all, I am doing this to secure a better future for us. Can't you see?” He yelled out in desperation and I chuckled. “A better future for us? Because you term me as a wretched soul? You think I can't afford good things? You think of me as a lowlife and want to use your cash to buy my right? Do you hear yourself, huh?” I asked, and I held my hand up and I sighed, trying to make everything make sense yet it wasn't. “I never want you heartbroken. I love you, Freya. Can't you see? Can't you see I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He said with a remorseful face and I scoffed. “But I cannot spend the rest of my life with a cheat, liar, and backstabber like you, married to my best friend for your own benefit. No” I shook my head and jerked off my hand from his before making moves again but Rachelle words made me halt to a stop. “Bryan loves you, Freya. I felt so hurt when we made this decision because I know how far you guys have gone but this isn't in our hands to take. He's willing to propose to you, even after our family was against it. What more do you want?” She asked, her voice getting high like I was irritating her. “R…Rachelle…have you ever for once in your life considered me your best friend? Do you ever acknowledge the love I had for you and how I never back down from saying how much I love you and want greater things for you. Now you stand here and tell me this?” I inhaled deeply, rushing out of the restaurant while the tears I was holding onto like a strong woman came flowing freely. I ran and jumped into a soft arm filled with warmth, felt like my mom. “Take it all out. You endured enough.” I heard my mom voice say and I held onto her body as I sobbed out in pain. “I am sorry baby.” She patted my hair. “Mom, Rachelle too, she did it. I feel pain all around me. I feel my body not replying to my movement. I can't feel my heart anymore. Do something. I feel fire all around. Mom” I cried out, holding tightly to her grip like she would run too. “I am here, baby. I am here for you. Not leaving anytime soon.”CHAPTER 69 — Brandon’s POVAshes Beneath the SurfaceI haven’t slept. Not really. My body suspends in brief shutdowns, but my mind remains restless. Every time I close my eyes, I see her walking away—her back disappearing through the door, her voice echoing as she asks if she was a burden. And then, there’s only silence. That’s the worst part—not what Miya or Freya said, but what I didn’t say. I push my wheelchair back toward the desk, though I’ve been here all night. The screens flicker before me—maps, timestamps, camera feeds, financial reports. My team hasn’t stopped; neither have I. Every street camera within a hundred miles has been pulled, every transport company audited, every private driver questioned, every motel, inn, and guesthouse cross-checked with her departure time. Nothing solid—just shadows. "She left in a cab,” I remind myself, softly. I’ve watched the footage from our gate at least twenty times—the way she clutches her bag, the way she never looks back.
CHAPTER 68 — Freya’s POVNowhere Feels SafeRunning away seemed brave at first, until I woke up alone in a strange room. For a few seconds, I lay still, staring at the ceiling, trying to remember where I was—and why the air felt so unfamiliar, as if I was breathing someone else’s oxygen. The fan above me creaked wearily, its uneven rhythm dull and tired. It didn’t sound like home; it didn’t sound like anything I knew.And then, suddenly, it hit me.Not softly.Not gently.But all at once.I had left.My chest clenched painfully, and the memory crashed into me in one overwhelming wave—Miya’s voice, Brandon’s silence, my suitcase, my tears, the door closing behind me.Swallowing hard, I pushed myself up on my elbows, the thin motel blanket slipping down to my waist. The room looked exactly like it had when I first arrived—small, Pale walls, cheap curtains, furniture that seemed to have witnessed a hundred strangers’ tears.This wasn’t my room.This wasn’t my life.This wasn’t supposed t
Chapter 67—Brandon’s pov Rage UnleashedThe house had never been this quiet before. Not peaceful quiet. Not restful quiet. This was the kind of silence that pressed against the walls like something alive… something watching. Brandon sat in the center of it. Motionless. Straight-backed in his wheelchair. Hands resting on the armrests. Eyes open. He had not slept. Not for one second. The clock on the far wall ticked. Each second scraped against his skull like glass. Freya was gone. And the world had not dared to stop with her.Kyle stood near the doorway, tablet clutched tightly in his hands. He had delivered bad news to powerful men before. Billionaires. Politicians. Criminals. None of them had ever frightened him like Brandon did now. Because Brandon wasn’t shouting. He wasn’t raging. He wasn’t even moving. He was still. And Kyle had learned long ago that when men like Brandon went still… someone else was about to fall.“Sir,” Kyle said carefully, voice low, “we tracke
CHAPTER 66 — Freya’s POVNowhere Feels Like HomeThe cab didn’t wait for me to change my mind. Its taillights vanished down the empty road before I could even pull my coat tighter. Silence swallowed the hum of the engine. I stood there. Alone. Behind me, the inn creaked softly in the wind, its wooden sign swaying with a faint groan that sounded older than the road itself. A thin yellow light spilled from the front window—warm, distant—like a promise of comfort just out of reach. The night air bit into my skin, but I didn’t shiver. I barely felt it. My fingers tightened slowly around the necklace against my collarbone—Brandon’s necklace. The metal felt cold now. Not comforting. Not safe. Just… heavy. I swallowed hard. “You promised,” I whispered into the night, voice barely audible. The wind offered no response.Inside the InnThe woman at the front desk watched me quietly, asking no questions. She simply handed me a key, cast a quick glance at my face, and said softly, “Roo
CHAPTER 65 — Brandon’s POVThe Silence After the StormThe house had never felt this deafening.Not with shouting.Not with shattering glass.Not with slammed doors.Only silence.It pressed against my ears, crawled under my skin, and sat across from me in the dim living room like an uninvited witness, replaying every word she had said.Am I a burden to you?I dragged a hand down my face, my heart heavy.The lamp beside the couch cast a weak amber glow, insufficient to warm the coldness that had settled in the room. The storm outside was still a distant threat, but the air felt thick — heavy with anticipation, as if it were waiting for everything to break.Her voice echoed relentlessly.Don’t treat me like a child.I want to be trusted.If you didn’t want me anymore, just say so.I leaned forward, elbows on my knees, hands clenched so tightly they ached.I had faced boardrooms full of men intent on destroying me.Handled scandals, betrayals, bloodlines tangled in politics.Nothing — n
CHAPTER 64 — Freya’s POVHeavy Lies the HeartI woke up smiling, not the forced kind, but a genuine one that took me by surprise. I even touched my lips to see if it was real. Next to me, Brandon was peacefully asleep—his hair a bit tousled, his face relaxed, one arm stretched out as if he’d reached for me in the night and hadn’t even realized it. My chest felt warm and soft. Last night’s memories replayed in fragments—the whisper of his voice asking, 'Are you sure?', the breathless moment when I said, 'I want you,' and the slight tremor in his hand when he touched my waist, as if afraid I’d disappear if he held on too tightly. I took a deep breath. Even with him right here, I missed him. Carefully, I slipped out of bed so I wouldn’t wake him. My feet touched the cool floor, grounding me in the peaceful morning. Sunlight peeked through the curtains, soft and warm, like the day itself was rooting for us. I whispered to myself, 'I want to try.' Not just to feel better, but to
BRANDON The scent of brewed coffee and warm buttered toast drifted through the air as I stood by the kitchen island, flipping through my emails on the tablet. Freya sat at the breakfast table, her hair falling softly over her shoulder, still damp from her morning shower. She was slicing into a pie
FREYASleep didn’t come easily, not at first. I lay on my side, curled beneath the soft comforter, staring at the dim outlines of furniture in the room. The city outside was quiet tonight, the usual hum of life dulled to a distant whisper. But even in the calm, my thoughts were restless, running in
FREYA Dinner was quiet at first. Not the awkward kind of quiet—more like a calm after a long day kind. The dining room was bathed in the warm, golden glow of the pendant lights overhead, casting soft shadows across the white plates and glasses of water. Brandon had cooked again—or rather, reheated
BRANDON The sun was already beginning to dip low, casting long shadows across the pavement as I leaned against the hood of my car, arms crossed, waiting.The building behind me hummed with the last rush of employees heading out for the day. Some left in pairs, chattering about dinner plans and del







