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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?”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
Freya's POV I was still reeling from the encounter with Brian and Rachelle, my mind racing with anger and humiliation. And to make matters worse, Brandon had taken me there completely unprepared.As soon as we got back to the house, I turned on him, my voice shaking with annoyance. "Why did you ta
Brandon's POV As we stepped inside, I felt like I was walking into a nightmare. I didn't want to do this as well but it's either we do it now or never, I could never let Freya know I hated this entire charade as well. As we walked through the crowd, greeting relatives while making way across the
Freya's POV I woke up to the most wonderful surprise - breakfast in bed. Brandon stood beside me, a tray laden with fluffy pancakes, scrambled eggs, and fresh fruit held out in front of him. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted up, making my stomach growl with hunger considering the fact I wa
Freya's POV I watched the scene unfold before me, my heart racing with anticipation. Brian's face turned red with anger as Brandon's words hung in the air. "Freya is my wife," Brandon reiterated trying to let this realization sink into Brian who still stood there flabbergasted, his voice firm and







