Sonia“Get out.” The voice pierced through my haze, low and firm, while I blinked slowly, my head pounding, my throat dry as sandpaper.I turned my head, my vision still blurry from whatever had knocked me out. I was in a car, the interior dim, the windows tinted so dark that I couldn’t see outside. The masked driver, sitting still as a statue, repeated himself.“Get out.” He repeated while I struggled to sit upright, my body heavy as if weighed down by lead. My fingers clutched the seat as I took a deep breath, trying to process where I was. My mind was sluggish, memories fogged over. The last thing I remembered… was Jeff.My stomach twisted violently as I remembered his hands around my throat, the look in his eyes… cold, filled with pure betrayal and rage. I thought he was going to kill me. I was sure he would. But then... I was still alive. How?“Where am I?” I croaked, my voice barely above a whisper.Silence. No response. The driver didn’t even flinch.Realizing I wouldn’t get an
DennisI stabbed at my lunch with little interest, the food tasting bland despite it being my favorite. James had made it in the morning before going out but I had been so busy and just had the time to get something in my stomach. But then, I still couldn’t as my mind was elsewhere, spinning with frustration. And on top of that, James was getting on my nerves. He was supposed to be back already but three hours later, and he’s still not yet back.“I have waited long enough. I can’t take this anymore.” I muttered under my breath as I pulled my phone out and dialed James. He answered after a few rings, his voice casual.“What do you want, Dennis?” He let out.“What do you think I want, James? When are you getting home?” My grip on the fork tightened. James sighed. “Be patient, Dennis. I told you, I’ll be there soon.”“Soon isn’t good enough! You should have been here already. You keep saying soon but it’s been hours and you’re still not here.” I snapped.“And I’m still saying that I’ll
Freya I couldn’t stop smiling as I put the finishing touches on the meal. The aroma of the dishes filled the kitchen, a perfect blend of spices and flavors I had carefully curated just for tonight. Victor was finally coming home, and I wanted everything to be perfect. I glanced at my phone on the counter, my heart skipping a beat as I thought about him. He was on his way.A rush of excitement coursed through me as I wiped my hands on a towel and rushed inside to get dressed. But first, I had to call him… I needed to hear his voice.I grabbed my phone and dialed his number. The call barely rang twice before his deep, familiar voice came through.“Hey, baby,” Victor greeted, and I could hear the smile in his voice.“Hey love,” I replied, giggling. “Guess what?”“You know I suck at guessing.”“Come on, just one try.”He chuckled. “You made my favorite meal?”“How did you know??” I exclaimed while he laughed. “I know you well enough, babe.” He chimed in.“Well, of course, you’re right,
FreyaThe moment we got to the car, Victor instinctively reached for the driver’s seat, but I had other plans. Before he could even protest, I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the backseat. He raised an eyebrow, amused, but I could already see the hunger in his eyes.“What are you up to?” he asked, a teasing smirk dancing on his lips.I pushed him back onto the seat and straddled him, pressing my body against his. “I’ve missed you too damn much to wait until we get home,” I whispered, my lips mere inches from his.His hands instinctively found my waist, gripping me tightly as he let out a low chuckle. “Freya, you do realize we’re still at the airport parking lot, right?”“Do you see me caring?” I murmured before capturing his lips in a heated kiss.Victor groaned against my mouth, his fingers digging into my hips as he deepened the kiss. I could feel the tension melting away from both of us, replaced with nothing but the raw need we had for each other. The way his hands roamed
Dennis The moment Freya and Victor got into the car, I could already feel my blood boiling, and my vision turning red. I wasn’t an idiot… I knew exactly what was happening inside that car. The way the vehicle shook, and the frequent movement all made it obvious that they were having sex.My grip tightened on the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white. I clenched my jaw so hard it hurt, and my breathing became uneven. The thought of her, my Freya, in the arms of another man… no, worse, losing herself in pleasure with that bastard made my stomach twist with rage. I had to look away for a moment before I did something reckless, something stupid.I forced myself to inhale deeply through my nose, but it barely helped. My hands shook with the urge to do something… anything to rip the bastard away from her, to make him pay for touching what was mine. I imagined ramming my car into them, sending them flying off the road. It would be so easy. One hard slam on the gas, and I could plow
SoniaThe moment my phone lit up with Dennis’s name, I felt a thrill rush through me. “What the actual f*ck?!” I muttered under my breathe. Dennis was actually calling my phone right now. So, my plan worked after all. I had been waiting for this moment, and now that it was here, I wanted to savor it. Instead of answering right away, I let it ring, tapping my nails against the marble counter of my kitchen.I had to be sure too. I wouldn’t want to answer it, not sure if it was my plan or a random call from him. But what are the odds though? He has literally ignored and abandoned me so why now, if it wasn’t my plan working??Still, I quickly scrolled through my contacts and dialed my guy… the one I had paid handsomely to give Dennis a little taste of hell. He picked up on the first ring. “It’s done,” he confirmed, his voice carrying a smug satisfaction that mirrored my own. “Your boy’s barely standing.”I smirked, feeling an odd mix of satisfaction and amusement. “Good. And you made sur
FreyaThe moment we stepped into the house, Victor stretched his arms and let out a deep, satisfied sigh. “Finally home,” he murmured, his voice laced with exhaustion and contentment.I watched him as he dropped his bag and loosened a few buttons on his shirt. His eyes, still filled with desire from the wild ride we had in the car, softened as he looked at me. “I need a shower,” he announced, taking a step toward the staircase.I quickly stepped in front of him, blocking his path with a playful smile. “Oh no, Mr. Whitmore, not yet.”He arched a brow, his lips curling into an amused smirk. “Oh? And why not? You planning on joining me?”“As tempting as that sounds,” I teased, placing my hands on his chest, “I insist that you eat first.”He let out a chuckle, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Freya, I just had a full-course meal not too long ago.” His fingers played with the hem of my dress. “And then I had you for dessert in the car. I think I’m pretty satisfied.”I smacked his chest
SoniaI tightened my grip on Dennis’ arm as we stepped into my apartment. He was still groaning in pain, his weight leaning against me, but I managed to guide him to the couch. My heart was racing, but not for the reasons he might have thought. This was going exactly the way I planned.“Sit,” I said softly, placing a pillow behind him as he collapsed onto the couch. His shirt was stained with blood from the cuts and bruises on his face. His eye was already swelling shut, his lip split. A complete mess. “You look like you got run over by a truck.” I teased him while he let out a breathy chuckle but winced immediately. “Feels like it too.” He replied too.I walked to the cabinet and grabbed my first aid kit. My hands worked methodically, but my mind was elsewhere. I had already mapped out my next steps, and getting Dennis under my control was at the center of it. He thought I was just being kind. That was his first mistake.I knelt in front of him, unscrewing a bottle of antiseptic. “Th
Victor The moment I stepped through the door and saw Freya rushing over to greet me, something inside me softened. No matter how long the day was or how much weight I carried on my shoulders, seeing her smile made it all worth it. I held out the flowers I picked up on the way home. It was nothing extravagant, just fresh white tulips she liked. Her eyes lit up once I handed it to her and she beamed with smiles, making my heart flutter even more.She buried her face in the bouquet, inhaling deeply, and I watched her like a man who had no business owning this much peace. "Thanks baby, it smells so amazing," she murmured.“You do too,” I said with a grin, and kissed her. Her lips were warm, soft, familiar.As I slipped off my jacket, she asked the question I knew was coming. “Any word from Nate?”I sighed. “Not yet. He’s still digging.”She nodded slowly, that glimmer in her eyes dimming just slightly.“Don’t worry, I trust him, huh?” I let out while she nodded slowly. I know she’s stil
Victor The moment I parked the car, I didn’t even wait for the engine to go off completely before I flung the door open and rushed out. My pulse was thudding like a war drum in my ears, my heart hammering harder than it should for someone who had been reassured over the phone that everything was fine. But how could I trust that? How could I trust that when my woman was just confronted in our home by a stranger with a veiled threat? And I wasn’t there.How the heck did they even know she’d be there? It’s not as if we live together, and we stay at her place more than we come to mine! I should have been more careful. I should have stayed at home today to look after her!The guilt chewed at my insides like acid as I unlocked the front door and stepped in. My ears were tuned for any strange sound, my eyes scanning everything. The house looked calm, too calm for the kind of emotional earthquake I was sure she must’ve endured.Then I caught a whiff of vanilla and chocolate and followed it t
VictorStacey and I got into the car and I drove off. Having her with me changed my routine a bit, usually while driving to work in the morning, it’s always silent, so I use the time to reflect on my thoughts and day ahead. With Stacey, it’s totally different. She was seated beside me, quiet at first, just scrolling through her phone and occasionally replying to emails or whatever it was doctors did before a long shift. I didn’t think much of it until I caught her stealing glances at me. Once. Twice. Then again. And again.At first, I chalked it up to coincidence. Maybe something was on my face. I rubbed my jaw subtly, checked the mirror, and even adjusted the rearview to make sure nothing weird was going on with my hair. Nothing.But then she did it again, this time, a full glance paired with this shy little smile before looking out the window like I hadn’t seen her. And to top it off? She blushed. I mean actually blushed.That was when I knew something was up.I kept my eyes on the
FreyaI woke up to the softest brush of lips against my forehead, a tender, lingering kiss that stirred me from sleep far more gently than any alarm ever could. My lashes fluttered open, and for a second, I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming. But then I saw him. Victor, sitting at the edge of the bed, fully dressed in a sleek dark suit, his tie perfectly knotted, and that boyish, heart-melting smile on his face.“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he whispered, his hand lightly caressing my cheek.I smiled back at him, still feeling a little dazed from sleep, from everything that had happened the past few days. “You’re all dressed up,” I mumbled, stretching lazily beneath the covers. “What time is it?”“Almost eight,” he said, brushing a strand of hair out of my face. “I didn’t want to leave without seeing you awake first.”My heart squeezed at that. God, how did I ever get this lucky?I blinked the sleep out of my eyes and propped myself up slightly. “The court hearing...?” I asked, my voice stil
VictorMy fingers gripped the steering wheel so tight I thought it might snap off. Every mile I drove, every second I spent away from her, the anger in me only grew bigger, hotter. My mind wouldn’t stop flashing back to the way Freya looked lying unconscious on that hospital bed. She was so pale, so fragile.I slammed my palm against the steering wheel, the loud crack of it echoing inside the car.“Son of a b*tch!” I roared.Dennis was going to pay. He wasn’t just going to lose in court. No, that was too easy. Too clean. I was going to break him.I sped the rest of the way to the villa, not even caring that I was pushing way past the speed limit. Let the cops try to stop me tonight, they wouldn’t be able to slow me down if they tried.When I pulled up, I killed the engine and climbed out, slamming the door so hard the whole car shook. I didn’t even bother to check my surroundings. I was past the point of caring.Inside, the low sound of music filled the air, the smell of expensive liq
FreyaI was starting to feel restless, lying there and staring at the ceiling like I had nothing better to do. Victor was taking too long and it got me worried that he didn’t know what he was doing in there. I was about going to meet him when the door creaked open. I lifted my head and then blinked again just to be sure I wasn’t hallucinating.Victor walked in... and right beside him, Stacey.“Stacey!” I gasped, my voice practically breaking with surprise and relief.Before I could even process it properly, she rushed over to the bed and threw her arms around me. The sweet scent of her cologne and the warmth of her hug almost made me cry. I missed her so much.“Careful!” Victor’s voice cut sharply across the room. I laughed into Stacey’s shoulder, pulling back slightly just to look at his ridiculously serious face.“She’s fine, Victor!” Stacey said, rolling her eyes as she squeezed me a little tighter to make her point.I shook my head fondly and looked up at him, mock pleading, “Plea
Victor I must’ve paced the same the hospital corridor at least a hundred times, maybe more. My feet had gone numb, my throat was dry from whispering every kind of silent prayer I could think of, and my mind… God, my mind was a mess. All I could see was her falling, all I could hear was the dull, lifeless thud of her body hitting the ground, and all I could feel was this suffocating panic sitting heavy on my chest.Just then, the double doors finally creaked open and I turned so fast my neck cracked. It was the doctor with his white coat and a calm face.I don’t even remember moving. I was just suddenly in front of him, my hands grabbing his in a desperate, reflexive gesture. “Is she okay?” My voice cracked. I didn’t even care how I looked. I would’ve begged on my knees if I had to. “Please tell me she’s okay. Please.”He blinked, a little startled by how tightly I was gripping his arms. “She’s fine, Mr. Victor. She’s perfectly fine now.”I swear the air came back into my lungs in a r
SoniaI stood there, completely still, even as the air around us felt like it was vibrating with tension. Marshall's voice echoed in my head long after he’d stopped talking, like someone had stamped his words into my skull with a branding iron.‘A video... a judge that doesn't tolerate abuse... no way out.’And Dennis? God, he looked like a damn ghost. He was pale, shaken and for once, speechless.I watched him, watched the slow crumbling of his ego, his plans, his fake sense of control. And that’s when it hit me.He’s finished. Like… really finished.It was written all over his face. I didn’t need a judge or a lawyer to confirm it. I’d seen that look before, on men who lost everything and had no idea how to claw their way back. That mix of disbelief and slow, dawning horror that they’d gambled with too much and lost it all.And just like that, everything in me snapped to attention.Because I might’ve been a lot of things, but I wasn’t stupid. And I sure as hell wasn’t going down with
DennisI stood there, frozen, the sounds around me swallowed up in this buzzing roar in my ears. I couldn’t even blink. My eyes were locked on the spot where she had fallen just moments ago.Victor had carried her away like she weighed nothing, like she meant everything.I hadn’t moved. Not when she collapsed. Not even when Victor gave me that look… the kind you only give someone you want to bury with your bare hands.I’d seen men like him lose control before. And for a second, I thought he would.I actually braced for it, his fist, his rage but it never came. He didn’t throw a punch. He didn’t say a word.He just held her like the world could fall apart and she was the only thing he wanted to save.And I was still standing there like some idiot villain in an expensive courtroom drama. The cameras were still rolling, people were whispering, and phones were up. I could feel their judgment crawling on my skin like ants.“She fell… I didn’t even touch her,” I mumbled, to no one in partic