Freya walked down the aisle like a stately queen, arm in arm with Pablo. Her hair was arranged into an elaborate style on top of her head, and her pink ballroom dress swished almost silently on the carpet aisle. It was a glorious day for a wedding. The trees were a perfect green and sparkled with leftover dew from that morning. A perfect June day. A song ran through her mind, making her smile. For they say when you’re married in June, you will always, always, always be a bride! She watched the young bride sprinkling the last pink rose petals on the aisle, then sitting down. She then looked at her bridesmaids dressed in flowing, scarlet, knee-length dresses. They were all there smiling… Her eyes met with Myra, who was putting on the brightest smile. She was her chief bridesmaid. “Congratulations.” She mouthed.“Thank you.” Freya mouthed back, her cheeks burning with a smile.The priest then started with the matrimonial vows as she stood face to face with Vincenzo, he was appearin
"Vincenzo?" "Hey baby, how are you feeling?” Vincenzo asked.Freya sits next to Vincenzo, while holding her big tummy. He is rubbing Vincenzo's back, because he knows his back pain is killing him but still refuses to stay at home. "Can't sleep baby? Are you alright?” Vincenzo asked, worrying because Freya's face shows pain. "I don’t know but my tummy is hard rock. Feel it....bmammm...” Freya is holding a grunt. Vincenzo placed her hand on the baby tummy as Freya said. It is hard rock and it's not normal. Vincenzo is watching her sternly, aware of the situation, and he's getting ready to jump on any situation. "Get me a wheelchair now!” Vincenzo said to Myra through the intercom. After a few seconds, she barged right in with the requested chair. Damon signaled Myra to help him to pick up Freya on the chair. They rushed him to the hospital. —"Mr. Ferdinando, please follow me.’ A nurse came out, asking him to follow her. Vincenzo just did as told and soon he found himself in
Freya had been up since 3 am, tiredness heavy in her eyes as she attempted to soothe her crying twins. No matter what she tried, it seemed impossible to lure them back to sleep. She had already breastfed them, changed their diapers, and rocked them for what felt like hours. Yet, the unfading cries continued. It had been nearly a week of sleepless nights, and her patience was wearing thin. She was bothered their cries would wake the neighbors, or cause the maids and servants from sleeping.The clock on the wall taunted her as the minutes dragged on. The twins, Vicente and Olsen, were only a few months old, and Freya's motherly instincts were struggling to keep up with their demands. She whispered soothing words to them, tears of tiredness welling up in her eyes. She was sleep-deprived and emotionally drained, and it felt like there was no end in sight.Thankfully, Vincenzo had always been a rock of support through these trying times. He woke up with her every night, offering a shoul
Freya sat on the three seater couch, slowly grinding on her popcorn while she watched the latest TV horror show, "Evil Dead Rise." She has heard of the movie so she decided to give it a try.While she was busily watching the movie, the door suddenly banged open. Fear gripped her heart, in a reflex action, the popcorn in her hands fell to the ground. She frowned thinking it was Olsen, her elder brother, since that was another trait of him whenever he returns home."What the fuck has gone over you, Olsen!" She yelled only to see a group of masked men walk into her home. One of them had a gun pointing at her. Freya was still and she remained quiet. "I will need you to remain silent, Miss Bred." He instructed Freya was lost in confusion as she couldn't comprehend what exactly was going on. She glared at the masked men, specifically at the one who had a gun pointed at her."Please. Please, I beg you, don't kill me." She pleaded."No one is hurting you, Miss Bred, not until I say so." A y
Freya jerked up from her sleep, glaring around the unknown environment. The room was so small and had a nasty smell, the rays of light shun through the thin window above her head. She rubbed her eyes to be sure she wasn't dreaming.She had thought the incident of last night was a dream, but her eyes were literally telling her that it wasn't. It was her reality.What's this place? She thought to herself. Why am I in a cell?She stepped out from the small bed she was laying on, rushing to the door. She banged on it several times, yelling on top of her voice. "Some body, help me! Some one! Any one!"She heard the sound of footsteps and she stopped yelling. "Please, where am I?" She asked the figure who was now standing at the other side of the door. "You're in a cell, Miss Bred." He said, sounding rude."Why am I in a cell? How did I get in here?""Were you expecting to wake up and see yourself laying on a king-sized bed? Well, you're remaining in here until your brother surrenders hims
(One Month Later…)It seemed like Olsen never cared about the safety of Freya any more, giving Vincenzo chances to keep hurting her the most. Olsen's hesitation to surrender himself had gotten Vincenzo to the point that each passing time he looked at Freya, he had a thousand reasons to make her suffer for the sake of her brother.He made sure she never left the cell until he said so. And even when she did leave the cell, he interrogated her with questions. What annoys him the more is the fact that he wasn't getting the answer he needed from her.Despite having such a heartless brother like Olsen, the only thing Freya couldn't do is to expose his hiding place to any one. She knew even if she had to tell Vincenzo, it wouldn't make her free from his nest. She has heard a lot about mafia's, they aren't the easy going type of people.Speaking out of experience, Olsen wasn't soft when it comes to revenge. He takes life like it didn't matter. He hunts life and slaughters humans like animals.
He had made them torture her every day. Despite being treated like a criminal, Freya has refused to spit Olsen's hideout to any one. An additional two weeks has successfully passed by, what's keeping Olsen from showing up? And what's actually delaying Vincenzo from having her dead already?Freya has prayed every blessed morning for death to take her unaware, but the more she kept praying, the more she saw herself breathing. Meanwhile, Vincenzo was about to leave when his secretary phoned him that there is a new organization in London but a discreet one. Vincenzo was interested in the information, he was busy with his tie but suddenly stopped to pay attention to his secretary."We've found the location, but I have sent some of our men over to London to get more information about the organization." Vincenzo was delighted at the report.They've been lots of new organizations trying to take over theirs. Some had sent spies who disguised themselves as new members into various mafia groups
Vincenzo's girlfriend had come to pay him a visit. He was grateful to see her. Her presence spoke so much for him, he would be able to get a clear mind for a couple of hours before his father shows up.He was thinking over Olsen, questioning himself why he was holding back at acting. For so many reasons he wished he knew, he had made threatening words yet didn't keep to any of it.And for so many reasons he wished he knew, he had given Olsen enough chances to live. What if Freya was right, what if Olsen never shows up? Would he live to let another man kill his sister?Though Vincenzo wasn't a man with good hearts, he felt it was wrong. And that calls for another suspicious question. Why all of a sudden would he feel it was wrong?But now his girlfriend, Kelly is here, every thing seemed to have gone. Her smooth touches were like miracles to his heart, melting the mountains of anger and hatred. He felt like he needed to be himself for a moment, to feel that part of him that obviously s