Masuk~~Freya~~~The time has finally come.This was it — Helene’s doom.I’d been waiting for this moment for so long. Planning. Waiting. Smiling through all the bullshit just so I could watch her crumble in the most public way possible.And what better place than the Elite Royal School Reunion? The ballroom was packed with our old classmates, rich heirs, influencers… and most importantly, dozens of media companies and reporters with cameras rolling. Everything happening tonight was going to go viral. It would reach millions by morning.I looked at Helene standing there, pale and shaking, as the edited photos of “me” stayed frozen on the big screen.Perfect.This was going to be the final nail in her coffin. Her modeling career? Done. Her reputation? Destroyed. No matter how much money she threw at PR teams or damage control, she wasn’t coming back from this. Not after tonight.A slow, satisfied smile spread across my lips as I stepped forward.Helene had spent years ruining my life.Now I
~~~Helene~~~I had a bad feeling about tonight from the moment we left the house. Like something deep in my gut was screaming that today would be my doom. I didn’t know why, but I felt it.And now it was all coming true.First that masked stranger dropped twenty million dollars like it was pocket change just to dance with Freya. I was actually happy for a second — thinking I was winning. But then her shit of a boyfriend walked in like he owned it and threw away money for her.Who the hell was that man? He looked familiar, but I couldn’t place him. And now my so-called boyfriend completely lost his fucking mind. He was on his knees like a lunatic, begging Freya in front of everyone.Jesus Christ, he even slapped me. Because of her.I refused to be humiliated like this. If I was going down, I was dragging that bitch down with me.I had prepared for this. Just in case.I nodded at Vivian. She quickly handed the flash drive to the guy running the projector. The screen lit up.One by one,
~~~Freya~~~The time has finally come.This was the moment I’d been waiting for — the perfect, delicious crack in Dylan’s pathetic little world. After everything he did to me, after abandoning me at the altar like I was nothing, he still had the audacity to stand here demanding answers.I looked down at his hand gripping my wrist, then slowly lifted my gaze to meet his eyes. He looked wrecked — eyes glassy, face flushed, breathing ragged. The special drink Zoey had arranged was clearly doing its job.I yanked my wrist out of Dylan’s grip so hard he stumbled a step back.“Helloo…What the fuck is wrong with you?” I snapped, voice sharp and loud enough for the people nearby to hear. “What’s your business? Who the hell do you think you are to ask me that?”Dylan’s eyes were wild, desperate. He stepped closer again, breathing fast. “Look Freya, we're in public. It'd won't be nice if we start yelling at the top of our voice. So, telll me, Freya. Who the fuck was that guy? What’s your relati
~~Freya~~The kiss ended slowly.I pulled back just enough to look into Ryder’s eyes, my arms still wrapped around his neck. The entire ballroom was dead silent for a split second… then erupted into chaos. Loud applause, cheers, shocked gasps filling the air and murmurs spreading like wildfire. Phones were flashing everywhere. People were whispering frantically, trying to process what they just saw.I stayed pressed against Ryder for a moment longer, my arms still around his neck, savoring the chaos I’d just created. My heart was racing, a mix of adrenaline and dark satisfaction flooding my veins.I didn’t look at Helene immediately. I wanted to savor this.But I could feel her stare burning into me.When I finally turned my head, the sight was pure satisfaction.Helene stood frozen near the stage, her face pale with rage and humiliation. Her hands were clenched into fists at her sides. Dylan looked completely shell-shocked beside her, like someone had slapped him across the face.I s
Dylan I felt my face heat up, but I kept my expression steady. Helene’s eyes lit up on stage, a proud, victorious smile spreading across her face. She looked at me like I’d just made her the happiest woman alive.But my eyes… they kept drifting back to Freya.She was standing there calm as ever, watching me with that unreadable little smile. No jealousy. No pain. Just… amusement?What the fuck is going on in her skull?I gripped my glass tighter, knuckles turning white. My stomach twisted into knots. I’d just bid a million dollars on Helene in front of everyone… and somehow, I still felt like the biggest loser in the room.“Wow… damn!” the host exclaimed, eyes wide as he pointed at me. “One million dollars from Dylan Voss for Helene Lennox! That’s a serious bid right there!”The crowd cheered and whistled. Helene was beaming on stage, looking at me like I was her hero.The host grinned and started the countdown. “One million dollars going once… going twice…”No one else raised their
Freya The host was grinning like he’d just come up with the best idea ever.“Okay, phones out everybody! We’re voting right now for the two most beautiful and best dressed people at tonight’s reunion. We’ll do a quick vote using the QR code on your tables. You have two minutes — vote fast!”The ballroom lit up with phone screens. People started murmuring, whispering, and tapping away like crazy. I could hear snippets of conversations around me.“Obviously Freya…”“No, Helene looked good on stage…”“Bro, did you see that dress on Freya? It’s over.”Zoey leaned in close, smirking. “I’m voting for you, obviously. Fuck Helene.”I let out a soft laugh, satisfied. This voting bullshit just handed me the perfect tool for what I have planned tonight.Two minutes later, the host looked down at his tablet, his grin widening.“Alright, alright! The votes are in and… damn, it was super close!” He paused for dramatic effect. “The two winners for Most Beautiful and Best Dressed tonight are… Freya
Freya's POV "Stand up," he commanded, his voice dark and rough with barely restrained desire. I obeyed, rising on trembling thighs, knees weak, heart hammering against my ribs like it wanted to come out of my chest. My body felt foreign, liquid, like it no longer belonged to me. Every nerve endin
Freya’s POVI froze the moment the email notification popped up on my phone.My eyes stayed glued to the screen as my heart skipped a beat, my brain struggling to process the words staring back at me.“Congratulations. You have been selected for an interview.”For several seconds, I just stared at
Chapter 10: Get out! Ryder's POV The bathroom door slammed behind me with enough force to rattle the frame. The sound echoed in the small space like a gunshot. I stood there for a second, dripping, still half-hard, cock slick and heavy with her. Freya’s sweet, musky scent clung to me unmistakable
Ryder's POV I hadn’t been able to get her out of my head since that night.The moment she left my house, still flushed, still trembling, still carrying the scent of me on her skin, something shifted inside me, something I couldn’t name and didn’t want to examine. I told myself it was just sex. Jus







