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 take me there?" I demanded. "You knew it would be awkward, and yet you didn't even warn me."
Brandon shrugged, his expression nonchalant. "If I had told you about it, you wouldn't have come with me," he said, his voice matter-of-fact.
I felt a surge of frustration. "That's not the point," I said, trying to keep my cool. "The point is that you should have prepared me for what to expect."
But Brandon just raised an eyebrow, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You're not exactly the easiest person to prepare for something like that," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're a bit of a wild card, Freya and you did amazing tonight, besides how long were we going to keep this entire news from everyone else, it was now or never and later is not an option."
I felt my face heat up with anger, but I knew I was defeated in the argument. Brandon had a point, and I couldn't deny it. I was a bit of a wild card, and I had a tendency to react impulsively.
With a huff, I turned on my heel and stalked off to my room, slamming the door behind me. I was still fuming, but I knew I needed some time to calm down and process everything that had happened.
As I flopped down onto the bed, I couldn't help but wonder what other surprises Brandon had in store for me.
I paced back and forth in my room, phone pressed to my ear as I filled my mother in on all the drama that had been unfolding. From the sudden barging of Brian into Brandon's home, to the confrontation with Brian and Rachelle, I didn't leave out a single detail.
My mother listened patiently, making supportive noises and murmuring words of encouragement. But when I finally paused for breath, she simply told me to calm down and take things easy.
"Remember, sweetie, you're pregnant," she reminded me. "You need to take care of yourself and the baby, most especially the baby . And don't forget, your inheritance is just around the corner. In a month's time, you'll have access to all of your father's assets he left you, so think of this as a win-win situation."
My demeanor immediately shifted from anxious to excited. "A hundred billion dollars, Mom!" I squealed, hardly able to believe my luck. "Can you believe it? I'll be one of the richest women in the world!"
I couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude towards Brandon after the subtle remainder. If he hadn't married me, I wouldn't have had access to my father's money. "Thank you, Brandon," I said out loud, not realizing that he was standing right behind me.
But as I turned around, I saw him leaning against the doorframe, a curious expression on his face. "Which money?" he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.
I felt my face heat up with embarrassment as I realized my mistake. "Uh, nothing," I stuttered, trying to play it cool. "Just...just talking to my mom."
But Brandon's eyes lingered on me, his gaze piercing. I had a feeling that he wasn't buying my explanation, and I wondered what he would do if he found out my major aim of informing him about my pregnancy was my inheritance
He adjusted his stance again."What hundred billion dollars?"
FREYA'S POVThe golden hour had just passed, leaving behind a soft, honeyed glow that filtered through the expansive glass walls of the banquet hall. From my place near the entrance, I watched as the final touches were being placed—florists adjusting centerpieces, staff setting wine glasses at perfect angles, strings of lights humming softly above us like stars caught mid-breath.It was magical. The way everything shimmered with purpose. The elegance wasn’t ostentatious—it was intentional, dignified. Gerald Lefevre had spared no expense for tonight’s event, and it showed. Every detail was a reflection of legacy, wealth, and quiet power.I walked slowly along the edge of the room, admiring the crisp table linens and fresh hydrangeas. Candlelight flickered in ornate glass holders, adding a warmth to the otherwise formal atmosphere. The scent of roses and expensive perfume floated in the air, blending with the savory promise of whatever was cooking in the kitchens.“Taking it all in?” ca
FREYA'S POVI was halfway through the quarterly projections when Lucy burst into my office with an energy that made me finally look up.“Freya! You’re not going to believe this—” She bounced in on one foot, her eyes sparkling. “Gerald’s setting up a shareholders’ party. It’s going to be a thank-you gala—cocktails, light hors d’oeuvres, the whole nine yards. You know… to show appreciation for everyone’s support this year.”I stretched a hand toward her, hiding a tired smile behind a yawn. “That sounds… unexpected.”She grinned. “It kind of is. But here’s the thing—since you’re now officially part of the family, married to the VP, you’re technically a shareholder. Gerald wants both of us there.”I blinked. “Me? At a shareholders’ gala?”“Of course, you. Right now you’re probably the most important partner this company has. That little announcement isn’t just ceremonial—it’s strategic. They want to affirm solidarity after last quarter’s shift in leadership.”Lucy sat across from my desk,
FREYA'S POVI stayed quiet as the meeting finally wound down—the silence felt heavier than any argument ever could. Papers rustled, chairs scrubbed across the floor, and breaths let out like they’d just crossed a finish line. Although in here, the final buzzer meant only one thing: be ready for the next challenge.Brandon was the first to rise. I slid out of my chair and stood too, smoothing the crease in my skirt without really noticing the fabric. He moved past colleagues with a confident, measured stride toward the massive double doors. I followed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. The room felt charged one moment longer, like it needed to exhale.At the threshold, Brandon paused. He looked down at me—just for a second, but that was all it took. That look said everything: Come on. It was time.He led the way out, and before I even registered the shift in space, we were met by two bubbling faces: Gerald and Kyle, standing just beyond the doors like sentries guarding a pr
FREYA'S POVIt had started out as just another board meeting. I was seated beside Brandon, fingers loosely interlaced in my lap, trying to keep my focus sharp. The air was sterile with the usual mix of coffee, crisp papers, and stiff colognes. Around the long table, executives murmured to one another as they reviewed notes and scrolled through presentations on their tablets. Brandon was calm, focused, and unreadable, as always. But suddenly—something shifted.It was subtle at first. A buzz. A few heads turned toward the door, murmurs growing quieter. Phones lit up with notifications. Kyle, sitting diagonally across from us, straightened in his chair, his posture rigid like he’d just been called to attention. My gaze flicked to Brandon, who was reading a text on his phone with narrowed eyes.That’s when it happened—almost like a wave of anxiety crashing over the room. People were adjusting their jackets, brushing invisible dust off their sleeves, closing folders, and sitting upright. O
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 piece of fruit, her expression distant, like her thoughts were elsewhere—somewhere quiet and far away.It was one of those mornings where the light came in just right through the kitchen windows, catching the golden strands in her hair and making her look almost ethereal. I caught myself staring, forgetting the article I had been skimming, forgetting the meetings lined up for the day. All I could think about was how lucky I was that she was here—real, steady, and slowly becoming the anchor I never knew I needed.I set the tablet down and reached for my coffee. It wasn’t exactly the most romantic setting—me in a crisp white shirt already half-dressed for work, her in one of my oversized sweatshi
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 small, frantic circles.Brandon was still in the bathroom, brushing his teeth or maybe going over his nightly routine with the kind of discipline he always carried—always precise, always reliable. That thought should’ve soothed me, and in a strange way, it did.We didn't stay in the same room but next door to each other, I always heard the tap running and going off. I've heard it all so often that I know when he goes to bed and when he wakes up, when he sleeps in his study and when he decides to sleep in his bed room instead. But what really settled the knots in my chest wasn’t the stillness of the room or the familiarity of his presence. It was what I’d said earlier. What I had finally le