All Chapters of Sold by my ex-husband, I became the Rogue’s breeder : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Thorne’s P.O.V Fixing my gaze on the woman who panted heavily as she struggled to catch her breath, she stood in front of me, her chest heaving up and down as her hands tightly clutched her chest. She straightened, cussing under her breath before she ran her hands through her hair frustratedly and a groan escaped her. “How could they be so fast? Why can’t I even catch them?” She mumbled and at that moment, she turned, her eyes locking into mine while she froze. She took me aback, walking towards me. “Earlier, I saw you talking to the children. Who are you, sir? Because I have never seen you around here…” I cleared my throat, fixing her a stern gaze while slipping my hands down my pocket. “I came here for business, and I am just meeting the twins for the first time. Isaac and Iris mentioned something about buying a new leash for the dog…” “Twins? What twins are you talking about?” I raised a brow in confusion. “Isaac and Ivy…” Before she could respond, I had already d

Freya’s P.O.V A bright smile formed on my face, glancing at the clock that ticked slowly before turning and shooting a wink at Hannah who stood behind the counter. “I have a good feeling about today, Hannah?” I almost squealed in excitement. She now sat weakly on the wooden chair behind the counter, her shoulders slumping as she heaved an exasperated sigh while shifting her gaze back to what she was recording. “I don’t have a good feeling about today” Her tone was void of life and energy. I chuckled, stalking towards the counter before leaning forward. “But you looked forward to me hiring a part-timer. Aren’t you excited anymore?” “The workload today is already stressing me out. Can the part-timer start working today?” “That would be tomorrow and good news, I spoke to Alexandro and Elsie about it, and they suggested that hiring two more people would be okay and…” Before I could complete my words, the door swung open, and I turned, almost yelling. “We are closed for now…

Thorne’s P.O.V The sound of a car screeching to a halt filled my ears, breaking through my train of thoughts on how to deal with the disrespectful woman who had called me a pedophile. Hannah handed over the bag containing bagels to Enzo while I turned, hoping that it was the boss who was here. However, it was a black supercar and my heart sank down my stomach in disappointment. I hoped that it was her so that I could confront her but since it wasn't her car, I was about to turn away when my heart turned cold in my chest and I froze. A man dressed in white pleated pants and a white t-shirt with a scarf hanging loosely around his neck came out of the car. He removed his sunglasses, running his hands through his hair while I stared at him with my mouth parted slightly in shock. Because what was this? How was this even real? Maybe I was starting to have an issue with my eyesight because there was in no way that this man was the one standing next to the car. He locked his ca

Freya’s P.O.V Since that day, Alexandro had stopped talking to me and as if that weren’t worse, he had asked Hannah not to say a word to me and no matter how much I tried to get her to spill what had happened outside the bakery, the mission was nearly impossible. The security cameras contained no footage from the bakery during the time he had called me, which strongly suggested he had deleted the recordings. What could have happened that day? Why did he want me to move? Knowing the type of person Alexandro was, he wasn’t the type to be easily shaken by fear but that day, his voice trembled with fear and it seemed more like he was on the verge of panicking. Something was not adding up. However, I cleared my throat, quashing the thoughts that flooded through my mind before it could overwhelm me. I shouldn’t think about Alexandro and his shenanigans, I should focus on the real reason why I was here. The rivulets of rain beating hard against the roof of the umbrella fill

Thorne’s P.O.V Raze was on a mission to kill, destroy, and take what was his—Forcefully and mercilessly—and thankfully, I had ended up gaining control back of myself. I darted my eyes to Freya, whose chest fell and rose steadily as a tendril of hair fell across her face. Standing outside the door, the only sound that drummed in my heart was that of my heart beating in my chest. It felt so surreal. It felt like it was one of those many dreams where she was always cradled in my arms. But the difference now was that this wasn’t a dream. This was real. I had found her. Apart from the fact that she felt light in my arms, nothing much had changed about her appearance. Her hair color was now obsidian black and the more my eyes lingered on her face, the more my mind reeled with different questions that I was dying to ask her. What had happened that night at the dinner? How did she find herself in this world? How had she been living peacefully without me and most importantly