Chapter 7

Freya spent the next few days recovering in the hospital.

She spent every night enduring sharp pains that pierced into her bones.

Ifrit refused to give her a break. She would goad her every night by telling her about the things Magnus did for her.

[When I told him about how lovers who go to the Aegean Sea together to share a hug are blessed to be together for life, he ditched a hundred million dollar deal to fly me there.]

[I heard that you liked the roses in the villa? Too bad for you, he had them all burned when I told him I was allergic to them.]

[When I said I wanted to go to the church to pray for blessings, he carried me on his back and took me there.]

Freya read all the messages and hardly felt any stirring of emotions. She supposed it was because she no longer loved him.

After getting discharged from the hospital, she put her mind to the wedding and naively thought that everything was over at last.

That was, until the day before the wedding when she received a cryptic text from Ifrit.

[You’re going to have an unforgettable wedding!]

Freya was still wondering what the text was about when the door suddenly flew open with a loud crash as Magnus charged into the room.

His suit was ruffled, and there was a rabid look in his eyes that was a complete departure from his usual stoic and composed facade.

"Where are you hiding Ifrit?” He demanded as he grabbed Freya’s neck and glowered at her.

There was a murderous look in his eyes.

“How dare you do something so twisted to force me to marry you! You make me sick!”

That was when Freya realized what the message was about.

She chuckled despite the situation.

“Did you believe that I kidnapped Ifrit just because she told you that?” she asked condescendingly.

“Who else would do something so twisted if not you?” Magnus spat and effectively shattered the final trace of hope she held for him.

“Fine, I suppose I did kidnap her.”

“Let her go! Now!”

“I’ll let her go if you come to the wedding tomorrow,” she countered, a cold gleam in her eyes.

Magnus's expression darkened as he glared at her.

“I’ll never let you get away with it if you hurt her,” he said venomously.

“And I’ll attend the wedding, but mark my words, I will never love you even if I marry you.”

Love?

She no longer cared about his love.

The reason she wanted him to attend the wedding was to give him one last surprise.

She wanted him to find out the truth and watched helplessly as she married another man.

She wanted him to regret everything he had done to her.

After Magnus left, she printed out all the recent provocative text messages she had received from Ifrit and had them stashed in a box.

Then, she compiled the footage of what happened in the club and made extra copies of it. She had one copy sent to the detective tasked with investigating the men who were involved with Ifrit.

Then, she placed the other copy alongside the detective's investigation reports to send to Magnus.

The next morning.

Freya's wedding car raced down the street and swept gracefully around the bend before arriving at the entrance of the most luxurious hotel in the city.

Magnus was in his pajamas as he stood outside the hotel.

He sullenly looked at the car and seemed to be losing his patience.

Then he spotted Dominic sitting in his wheelchair.

He was dressed in a well-tailored suit with a matching tie. He cupped his slender hands against the armrest of the wheelchair and wore a thoughtful look that seemed to contain a hint of excitement.

As the crowd of onlookers watched him, they began to murmur, “Isn't Mr. Magnus supposed to be getting married? Why is he dressed like that? His elder brother, Mr. Dominic, on the other hand, is dressed up like a groom over there.”

"I heard rumors that the Steins and the Haretts had asked the daughter of the Steins to choose one of the two Harett siblings. Do you think this means she chose Mr. Dominic?”

Magnus chuckled sardonically.

He went up to Freya and confronted her, “Here I am. Where is Ifrit?”

“The wedding hasn't even started yet, what’s the rush?” Freya said calmly as she handed him a box.

“Here. A gift for you.”

That was when the emcee announced brightly, “And now, the wedding begins!”

Magnus's eyes instantly turned red. He slowly dragged himself toward the auditorium in what seemed to be a humiliated state.

The moment he turned around, Freya approached Dominic.

She gracefully took his hand before turning to greet the guests waiting outside the door.

“Welcome to my wedding with Dominic,” she said proudly.

A wave of silence descended upon the venue.

Even Magnus came to an abrupt stop before turning around in disbelief.