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Seven years ago...
Freya's p.o.v "Everyone gather around, " Agnes clapped her hands as all the maids assembled at the staff quarters, meters away from the kitchen. It is only 9:00 in the morning and everyone as usual, are changed into their maid attires and frock—a typical situation for every worker at the Slade's mansion before leaving for their duty post. It is not unusual to have Agnes summon us this way, for it could only mean one thing. An emergency or important guest arrival. And as the head maid of the Slade's mansion, it is only normal and ideal she informs us before hand about whatever it is. Everyone settled in the staff quarters in no time and Agnes began her announcement. "Today, we will be having an important guest in our midst. Mr. Edmond's eldest son will be arriving from abroad and I want to make it clear to everyone of you that there will be zero tolerance for procrastination or laziness," Agnes's stern face warned, then turned to Juliana. "I hope you understand what that means?" Everyone chuckled. No doubt, Juliana can be slow with her duties sometimes and that irks Agnes a lot. Poor woman! I don't blame her. She is a single mother and would usually take care of her two kids at home before coming to work. I could see the hurt in Juliana's eyes, but it seems my smile and facial expression of her not taking it personal calmed her a bit. Thus, reciprocating me with a smile. "Now, everyone go back to your duty post. But we shall be assembling back by 11:00 except for Alice and Gwen who might still probably be busy with the meal preparation. However, it shouldn't exceed 12— both with the meal preparation and setting the diner. He will be arriving by 12:30 and I want everything perfect before then. Understood?" "Yes, Agnes ma'am," Everyone chorused. "You are all dismissed." Everyone dispersed to their line of duty, but Agnes called me behind. "You. Come here," she signalled at me. "Mr. Edmond's son is a big fan of neatness and God forbid a situation where he arrives and complains about the slightest dust— even just on a finger." "Yes, ma'am," I nodded. "You will be in charge of his room from this moment onward, till he returns. I'm sure the room is pretty much in a mess with cobwebs and dust roaming the air already and I know it's a lot of work. But please, do what ever it takes to see that it's cleaned to perfection, not close to but perfection!" Again, I nodded. I am just a year old at the Slade's and even though it's true that the house is as huge as a titanic, I can't ignore the fact that some rooms have been left untouched —locked and left the way it was for as long as I can remember. I heaved a sigh, steeling my mind and self for what lies ahead. Agnes handed me a key. "Here is the key to the room. It's six rooms away from the study upstairs." I retrieved the key from Agnes's hand and with that being said she left. I packed the necessary materials and equipments needed for the cleaning the room outside first as it door swung open. My jaw dropped at the glimpse of the view in front of me. Damn Freya. This is going to be a lot, lot, lot and lot of work. I ignored the condition of the room and began to clean, starting with getting rid of the cobwebs first with the broom. The king size bed was a complete mess and in one swift, I took off the bedding, removing the bed sheets. Minutes turned into hours and hours into deadline. I look up to see what says the time. 10.30 a.m.. Good, Freya. Good. I finished my entire cleaning ten minutes later, laying a new sheet over the bed and taking note of the surroundings for any signs of dirt or dust. None. Perfect! I returned the equipments back to the store before heading back to the staff quarters as told. Agnes entered shortly after. "Good job everyone..." Agnes's speech was cut short by the car honk heard from outside. "Well, that's it I guess. Here comes Mr. Edmond's son, everyone," Agnes said, excusing herself. "I heard he's been in the States since like age ten and Martha didn't want him back home anytime soon," Gloria, one of the workers at Slade's known for her busybody, lies and backbiting, murmured to two other girls next to her. I shook my head at the lies that comes out of that lady's mouth sometimes. How can a mother not be happy to see her own child after so many years? "I heard he's hot too and looks pretty much like Mr.Edmond," Camilla, one of the two girls chuckled out loudly like an idiot. The second girl fanned her body with her hands as if the air conditioner around only made her hot. "Oh, God. I can't wait to see him then," she swooned. "What a pity!" Juliana said as she stood beside me at a distance in the quarters where I am standing. "Bunch of fools those one." I raised my brow and smiled, attesting to the truth behind what Juliana had just said. "How are your kids?" I inquired, changing the subject. "And how's your son's health?" "They are doing fine. He is a lot better now. Thanks Freya, "Juliana said. "How's your grandma too?" "Ah, grandma's kicking— hale and hearty as always,"we giggled. Juliana was the first person I met when I started my job at the Slade's mansion and we have been nothing but close friends ever since. "Hey, Freya. Hey,Juliana," Craig, one of the many gardners at Slade's greeted. He is a year older than me and had told me about him being interested in me one time, but I declined. I discovered that not only does he have a pregnant girlfriend, but also for a fact that I'm not attracted to him in any way at all. But still, he persist. And that only gives me the slightest irk. "Hey, Craig," Juliana replied and I kept schtum, not saying any word. "Hey, Freya. Are you mad at me or something? I just..." I felt my blood began to boil at his question and as my gaze fell on him to reply him, Agnes's presence cut me off instead, causing me to back down. "For those who still haven't finished with their duties, you all may go back to continuing and you Freya come with me now." My heart skipped. "I'm in trouble. Could I be in trouble? " my inner self kept chanting. "What could I have possibly done wrong to warrant such attention or urgency?" I kept swallowing as I trail behind Agnes. She paused. "Freya, I need you to take the mop, broom and everything you need and go now to Mr. Edmond's son's room to clean the mess there." My heartbeat raced normally again. "I had thought that I had done something wrong or that my cleaning wasn't up to satisfaction." "There's absolutely no cause for alarm. You did well. There was just a minor accident that's all." I did as told and in no time I was back in his room. The smell of the scent that welcomed me captivated my senses—it was manly, sweet and inviting. I took it all in. As I stand behind the door, my gaze fell on him. His back. I stood frozen in sheer admiration as his broad shoulders tapered down to his chiseled back, the muscles flexing with each movement. He should be at least "6'5. His dark blond hair accentuated his good posture and fit physique, adding to his allure, and making my heart skip a beat. I felt a flutter in my chest at the glance of the Dybala tattoo on his left hand and I gasped as my eyes continued to trace the lines of his back—the way his muscles shifted beneath his skin. It felt surreal. Like I had been caught under a spell, unable to tear my gaze away from the sight of him. I felt a sense of vulnerability wash over me as I felt drawn to him in a way I couldn't explain — a way that made me feel both excited and terrified. His view from behind was more than just a physical sight. It was a glimpse into the kind of man he probably is: strong, confident and captivating. I thought that will be all. ...Until he turned around.Freya's p.o.v I gasped mentally as his chest rose in response to his breath, his tone abs were just as perfect as I last remembered. I snapped out of it, reminding myself of reality. And what the hell was he doing here knocking on my door at this hour. "What are you doing here, Ethan?" "Junior had woken up. He seemed scared of thunder and had to pet him back to sleep but then..." a cruel, sinister smile crept up his lips again and it just wasn't getting funny anymore. But wait, if he was here now...no, it can't be! "Then what?" "I had heard you call out my name..." he leaned forward, his eyes roaming mine and sending a jolt of electricity down my spine, "and I felt I needed to heed your call, Freya." My hand fell weak against the door knob as Ethan's manly scent hit my senses, disrupting every balance in there and causing my core to throb badly. God! I hate it when this happen. With my weakness fully exposed, he gently opened the door, taking slow strides closer to
Freya's p.o.v The burning flame crackling in the fireplace in the living room could barely match the heat already building inside of me for him—at the mere look of his ever captivating blue eyes and honesty. "No, Freya," he reassured. "I never had any idea about the letters. I had received the same letter from you telling me to move on and that everything we shared and had was a lie not knowing I had been lied to by Martha. I never knew you were pregnant after I left, Freya." I swallowed, my gaze shifting to the cup of hot tea I had made in his hand, before settling on the one on mine. "I had gone with my grandma to share the good news with Martha and your family but was received with so much contempt and disdain by them, including your father we made me believe there was no way I could mean anything to you." He was as twice as much a victim as I am in the whole of this situation. But to think he had reopened my grandma's death case behind my back was something I never expe
Freya's p.o.v My heart overflowed with unbridled joy as Ethan walked into Juliana's house, our little boy in tow, and I was relieved to see they both made it out unscathed, except for a few minor scrapes. "Mummy!" Junior came scurrying towards me, his little legs moving as fast as they could, and I couldn't help but drop down to my haunches, arms wide open, to receive my little bundle of energy with a warmth that only a mother's love can offer, relief washing over me now that he's safely back in my arms. The circumstances surrounding Damian and me have led to an arrangement where I've had to entrust our son's care to his father for what feels like an eternity, a stretch of time that far exceeds our usual routine. Yet, what's truly shattering is the realization that this decision, one made with the intention of doing what's best, might have put my child's well-being and safety at risk, a thought that's absolutely unbearable to me. I'd be eternally in Ethan's debt, forever grateful
Ethan's p.o.v Martha's voice dripped with venom as she continued, "Since you've chosen to walk into this alone, leaving that... woman behind, I see no reason to drag this out any longer." A cold, mirthless smile twisted her lips. "She's merely fortunate her own fate's been postponed – for now. But make no mistake, her time's coming, and it won't be pleasant." A chill coursed through my veins like ice water as Martha's words hung in the air, her eyes glazing over with a detached calculation. Her fingers, steady as stone, wrapped tighter around the gun's grip, the metal gliding into position with a soft, ominous click. The trigger waited, a hair's breadth from unleashing its deadly payload. Adrenaline surged, overriding fear, and I sprang into motion. My instincts screamed at me to act, now. Reaching behind me with a speed that caught me off guard, I yanked the pistol from its hidden holster and swung it up, aiming point-blank at Martha's arm. The muzzle flared, a deafening crack s
Ethan's p.o.v We arrived at a location with a half-demolish and what look like an abandoned building staring right back at us from afar. The police parked the saloons at a discreet area to avoid notice. Officer Mark, the head of the operation disembarked and everyone of us followed suit. He gave out orders to his colleagues to surround the whole area without warning except on his command. "I should go in first," I said to the officer as he aimed to take the lead. "Jane is my ex. I know what she's capable of and I can't afford to watch things go spiral real quick especially with my son's life at risk. She can be that cruel." Officer Mark did a double take at the building afar and then me. "Are you really sure about this, Sir?" I nodded. "I've never been positive about anything my whole life, officer." Officer Mark gave me the go ahead but as I took one pace, he stopped me. "Wait," I turned. He handed me a pistol. "You might just be in need of this. You never can tell
Freya's p.o.v The officer's words hung in the air like a challenge, his expression a mask of calm curiosity as he reappeared in the doorway. "I think we already found the location," he said, turning to leave the room in haste. "I'm coming with you," responses Ethan. "Me too," I added. The officer's expression turned stern, his eyes flicking between Ethan and me. "No, Mrs. Freya," he said, his tone gentle but unyielding. "That would be dangerous, considering the fact that you are still in shock and all. You're in no condition to be traipsing around, putting yourself at risk." He paused, his expression softening slightly. "You can be rest assured that with the current information in our care, your son will be found and brought home safe. We'll do everything in our power, I promise you that." His words were meant to be reassuring, but they fell flat somehow, like a promise made by a stranger. "But she had warned me not to inform the police. She'd—," I tried to disagree with th
Freya's p.o.v"What a chip of an old block."The words mumbled out of every mouth in the court as the majority of their faces shuffled between Ethan and him."Are those lenses?" The Judge asked as one of the personnel's around pulled my son out of his misery, leaving him with his natural blue eyes.
Freya's p.o.vThe court room was as quiet as a grave yard that the only thing speaking was the clock on the wall. Damian, Martha and both familiar and unfamiliar faces were seated at the pews in the court. Juliana had been put to bed and couldn't attend the hearing.Ethan and I were there, standin
Martha's p.o.v"What?" I muttered in shock, my eyes blinking at the thought as I stuttered. "How— How did you know about Fabian and I?""Well, am I any wrong?"The silence that followed Jane's claim only made my throat bobb in anxiousness. It's not like Fabian and I being together again is a crime
Martha's p.o.v The machines beeped and hummed softly as the silence broke, the smell of formaldehyde wafting through the hospital air. Jane sat up in her bed, her munch stopping, and her eyes, fixed on the door as I swung it opened. Ethan had abandoned her despite her treatment and the only visi







