All Chapters of Freya Betrayal : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

FREYA'S POVThe golden hour had just passed, leaving behind a soft, honeyed glow that filtered through the expansive glass walls of the banquet hall. From my place near the entrance, I watched as the final touches were being placed—florists adjusting centerpieces, staff setting wine glasses at perfect angles, strings of lights humming softly above us like stars caught mid-breath.It was magical. The way everything shimmered with purpose. The elegance wasn’t ostentatious—it was intentional, dignified. Gerald Lefevre had spared no expense for tonight’s event, and it showed. Every detail was a reflection of legacy, wealth, and quiet power.I walked slowly along the edge of the room, admiring the crisp table linens and fresh hydrangeas. Candlelight flickered in ornate glass holders, adding a warmth to the otherwise formal atmosphere. The scent of roses and expensive perfume floated in the air, blending with the savory promise of whatever was cooking in the kitchens.“Taking it all in?” ca

Chapter 43 — Freya’s POVThe car slowed to a stop in front of the small, cream-painted house tucked away at the edge of town. My childhood home. It looked exactly the same—modest, a little weathered from age, but somehow still full of warmth. My chest tightened as I stared out the window, fingers unconsciously resting on my stomach.Brandon cut the engine. “You okay?”I turned to him and nodded, though the swirl of emotions inside me said otherwise. “Yeah. Just… it feels like a lifetime ago since I was last here.”He reached for my hand across the console, his grip firm but gentle. “We don’t have to go in if you’re not ready.”I smiled faintly. “No, I need this. She needs to know. About everything.”We stepped out of the car, and for a second, I stood on the sidewalk, letting the wind brush against my cheeks, grounding me. Brandon waited patiently beside me, his presence as steady as ever. Then I exhaled, walked up the steps, and knocked.The door opened almost instantly, and there sh

Chapter 44–Brandon’s pov The night air carried a stillness that didn’t quite sit right with me.Freya had fallen asleep on the ride home, her head resting gently on my shoulder, her hand curled around mine like she was anchoring herself to something solid. I looked down at her—her breathing soft, her expression untroubled—and I knew, more than ever, that I would burn the world to the ground before letting anything touch her again.But things were shifting. I could feel it.And I hated that it wasn't paranoia—it was instinct.Earlier that day, when we visited her mom, I saw something in Freya’s eyes I hadn’t seen in a long time. Peace. Just for a moment. Watching her embrace the woman who raised her, listening to them laugh and cry in the same breath… it reminded me how much she’d given up, how deeply she’d been hurt. And somehow, how resilient she still was.That made the threats looming over her even more intolerable.Later that evening, I asked Gerald to meet me in my study. I pour

Chapter 45– Freya’s pov The scent of citrus and lavender gently lingered around the clinic walls, creating a soft, soothing atmosphere. Yet, it couldn’t quite ease the nervous flutter growing in my chest.It had been nearly three weeks since I last stepped into my office. Since that night at the ball, when Brandon proudly announced our marriage and the baby, my world had transformed into a cautious fairy tale—beautiful but tinged with shadows. I'd been working remotely, limiting my outings, and holding onto my peace. But today, I felt a deep yearning for familiarity… for genuine connection.Lucy.As soon as I stepped through the private entrance of my office, a familiar face greeted me—hers. My heart tightened with affection as her eyes widened and she gasped happily.“Freya!” Lucy hurried over, pulling me into a warm, cautious hug, her arms gently wrapping around my waist. “God, I’ve missed you so much.”I offered a smile, swallowing the lump that was forming in my throat. “I missed

Chapter 49 – Freya’s POVThe days seemed to pass by in a gentle haze, each one smoothly blending into the next. The stark white walls of the hospital room felt cold and uninviting, offering little comfort or solace. I found myself lying in the bed, gazing up at the ceiling, as the heavy weight of loss pressed down on me like a thick, suffocating blanket.My mother sat quietly beside me, her presence a gentle, reassuring constant amidst the shifting chaos around us. She held my hand tenderly, whispering words of comfort, though they hardly reached me. Her warm touch and soothing voice brought small moments of comfort, but the numbness inside me felt unbreakable.Lucy visited often, her cheerful demeanor bringing a bright spot in the gloom that surrounded me. She brought flowers, books, and little trinkets in an effort to lift my spirits, even though I struggled to find a smile. Yet, her caring eyes revealed her concern, betraying her brave front.I began to withdraw into myself, seekin