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Chapter 5

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CHAPTER FIVE

 

Freya’s POV

 

No words could describe the shock I was in since I got here. He was looking so handsome and the way he composed himself was more than enough to make me crush on him but it was crazy who he was. 

 

“Are you feeling uncomfortable?” That was the first question he asked me, his face was void of expression so I couldn't read what was on his mind. 

 

I nodded my head negatively and finally decided to talk about why I called him, “I'm pregnant.” I was surprised at how I said it immediately because I was scared at what he would say. 

 

He wasn't saying anything so I was more nervous at his quietness, I looked up to see him staring at me. 

 

He finally decided to break the silence, “So what do you want to do?” He asked. I looked up at him in shock. 

 

I was expecting him to say no and to ask me to abort it. Judging by Brian’s behavior, he always said his uncle was his model and the way he always talked about him could easily make you view Brandon badly. 

 

But seeing the way he talked, “I am willing to take responsibility for you for that night. I just wanted you to call me yourself because I want to respect your decision.

 

I couldn't bring myself to abort the baby and that was why I called him but it was harder now that I knew who he was. 

 

“I want to keep it.” I said nervously. I'm sure he knows I was dating Brian and I'm not sure what he thought of me right now. 

 

“Are you sure?” He asked.

 

“Yes, I'm no longer dating Brian because he cheated on me and I don't want to abort the baby because it's my baby and I couldn't bring myself to abort it.” I said what was on my mind immediately. 

 

“Okay.”

“Let's go.” He said. I was confused and gave him the ‘where to’ look which he understands fully. 

 

“To the registry.” He said, I was more shocked at this. Did he just recommend a flash marriage? 

 

He held out his hand to me and I collected it,maybe it wasn't bad and I could tell mom about it later. 

 

He helped me to open the car door and I entered as we drove off. The driver stopped in front of the registry. 

 

After we finished registering our marriage, he finally said, “I hope you don't regret it?” He asked, I nod my head negatively. 

 

He used his hand to pat my head and smiled softly. “Stretch your hand.” He said. I stretched out my right hand, he placed something on it and closed it himself. 

 

I opened it and saw a diamond ring of my exact size looking pretty on my hand. Judging by the ring,it should be worth a lot of money and I was reluctant to have it. 

 

“It's for you, little wifey.” The way he called me made me blush and I quickly entered the car before he'd flirt with me more, he entered after me. 

 

Taking my hands into his and we drive off. A

 

Back to Freya’s house.

 

I looked at him, nodding his head approvingly as he asked me to go ahead. I had no idea what was on his mind but I went in anyway. 

 

Getting inside, I saw my luggage box beside mom and was scared as I rushed to her, “Mom.” I called. 

 

Immediately she saw me, her lips spread into a big smile and hugged me happily which made me more confused. 

 

“I know about it already.” She said, I was more shocked to know he already informed mom and even paid her my bride price. 

 

Not leaving out any of the responsibility he was supposed to do. “He wants you to move in with him, so you both can cultivate your feelings better and learn to understand each other.” She said, 

 

Maybe I had always thought of him badly because of how Brian always placed him before me. Maybe he wasn't as bad as he was said to be. 

 

I nodded my head in approval as I took my box gently, taking it outside as I hugged her tight, a bit of years came out of my eyes and I quickly cleaned it up. 

 

“Thanks mom.” I said. She nodded in approval before I went out, I saw his car waiting which meant he never left. 

 

He got out of the car and helped me with the luggage box by putting it at the back of the car. 

 

As he opened the door for me to go in, I hugged him tightly, “Thanks.” Even though I'm still in love with him, I couldn't deny the fact that I was having a flickering of emotions for him. 

 

I don't know if it was being grateful or it was love but I know it will surely turn to something more great. 

 

He hugged me back but soon disengaged as I entered the car. I didn't have any idea why he didn't take along anyone with him but I was sure it was to make me comfortable. 

 

When he was driving home, he told me about his mom and grandparents waiting at home for us. 

 

I was nervous and I thought he noticed because he placed his hands on mine reassuring me. 

 

Getting to his mansion, I opened my mouth in amazement. I have seen more than this before but knowing my husband owned one was something I have never thought of for once.  

 

I stepped down from the car and he took my hand. I stopped him to show him something, “See this.” I raised my hand showing him the ring. 

 

I wore it already and it looked so pretty on my finger. He took it and kissed it slowly. “It looks pretty on it.” I blushed at his words. 

 

We went in and I saw his mom. 

 

(FEW HOURS LATER.)

 

Everyone laughed as Brandon lost the game to me again for the 5th time. It was funny but I felt he was doing it intentionally. 

 

Yes, I was accepted. His mom and grandparents loved me a lot and they want us to redo a wedding. 

 

A grand one to be precise. I learnt Brandon was the rightful heir to the company and not Brian like he lied to me. 

 

Brandon never snatched his position from him and Brian’s father was more of the illegitimate son of their grandparents. 

 

Brandon’s father was the real son and if it wasn't because of his accident then he could have still been alive now. 

 

“We'll be leaving soon.” His mom said giving me a flirtatious sign which made me blush in embarrassment. They were trying to leave so Brandon and I could have sex together. 

 

The doorbell rang, which a maid went to get. We were all engrossed in what we were doing until I heard Brian's voice. 

 

“Freya.” I was shocked and looked up as everyone stared at him. 

I looked at Brandon's mom scared she'll be dissatisfied with me after knowing I once dated Brian but she gave me a reassuring smile. 

 

“What are you doing here?” He asked. I was about speaking when Brandon stepped up. 

 

“She's supposed to be asking you what you are doing here because she's my wife!”

 

“What?”

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