All Chapters of Freya Betrayal : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Brandon's POV I stood confidently at the head of the conference table, addressing the room filled with key stakeholders, including my father, Bryan, and his father. The tension was an open secret as we discussed the proposed merger between our two companies."I understand that we all have different interests at play here," I began, "but I truly believe that this merger can benefit everyone involved. By combining our resources and expertise, we can create a more competitive and profitable entity that will drive growth and increase shareholder value."Bryan snorted, rolling his eyes. "That's all well and good, Brandon, but let's not forget who's really going to benefit from this deal. You and your father are going to come out on top, while we are left with scraps."I felt a surge of frustration, but I kept my cool. "That's not true, Bryan. This merger is designed to be a win-win for both parties. We are offering a fair and generous deal that will provide significant value to your shar

Freya's POV I opened my eyes slowly and I saw myself laid in the hospital bed, I took in my surroundings. The hospital suite room was a private, spacious area with a comfortable atmosphere. The walls were painted a soothing light gray color, and the floors were made of polished, dark hardwood.To my left, a large window let in plenty of natural light, which helped to brighten up the room. The window was dressed with sheer white curtains that filtered the sunlight and added a touch of warmth to the space.Across from me, a flat-screen TV hung on the wall, providing entertainment and distraction from the hospital's sterile environment. Below the TV, a small, sleek cabinet held a few books, magazines, and a vase with fresh flowers.To my right, a comfortable-looking armchair and a small, round side table were positioned, creating a cozy reading nook. The chair was upholstered in a soft, muted fabric, and the side table held a lamp, a box of tissues, and a pitcher of water.Behind me, a

Brandon's POV I stood in the foyer of my home, surveying the new set of staff that Kyle had assembled. There was a cook, a driver, and four security men, all of whom looked capable and professional."Good morning, Brandon," Kyle said, gesturing to the new staff. "I've brought in some additional help to ensure the smooth running of the household."I nodded, impressed by Kyle's initiative. "Thank you, Kyle. I appreciate your attention to detail."The cook, a stout woman with a warm smile, stepped forward. "Good morning, sir. I'm Maria. I'll be taking care of the culinary needs of the household."I smiled, shaking her hand. "Welcome, Maria. I'm looking forward to tasting your creations."The driver, a tall, imposing man with a stern expression, introduced himself as Jack. The four security men, Mike, Jared, Leto and Tom, were equally imposing, with a no-nonsense air about them.As I greeted the new staff, Kyle led me on a tour of the upgraded security systems in the house. We walked thr

Freya's POV The evening had been quiet—too quiet, in hindsight.I was curled up on the couch, the soft chattering of the television filling the silence as I absentmindedly scrolled through my phone. Lucy was nearby, flipping through a fashion magazine, occasionally showing me a dress or a pair of shoes she thought would look amazing on me. It was the kind of peace that felt like it wouldn't last, the kind that whispered a warning I didn’t want to hear.Then the call came.The buzz of the intercom startled me slightly, and I reached for the receiver without much thought."Hello?" I asked, already expecting it to be a delivery or maybe one of the neighbors needing help with something trivial."Security here, Ms. Lefevre," came the familiar voice on the other end, one of the newly hired security. "We have a guest downstairs requesting access to your unit. A Rachelle Lefevre, she says she's your friend and in-law. Should we let her in?"My heart stuttered in my chest. Rachelle?Before I

Brandon's POV Waking me up at 4.am became our thing after that first night. This was two nights after and guess who woke me up for eggs and pancakes yet again.Freya.I never really considered myself a morning person—especially not the type to be in the kitchen before sunrise, whisking eggs and flipping pancakes. But Freya had a way of making the strangest things feel normal. Even sacred.The soft light over the stove cast a golden hue across the counters as I stirred the pan, the scent of garlic butter and eggs filling the kitchen. A comfortable silence hung in the air behind me where she sat at the bar, occasionally sipping from the mug of warm tea I had made for her.“You really call this breakfast?” she asked, amusement lacing her voice.I looked over my shoulder with a smirk. “It’s eggs, toast, sautéed tomatoes. That checks the boxes, doesn’t it?”She made a face, one eyebrow raised. “Brandon, it’s 4:45 a.m. This is just a meal. Breakfast comes with sunlight and actual coherence