All Chapters of Freya Betrayal : Chapter 61 - Chapter 69

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Chapter 61

Chapter 61 — Brandon’s POVUnraveling the Web“You’re going to want to see this.”Kyle didn’t sit.That’s how I knew it was bad.He stood across my desk, tablet in hand, posture rigid in a way I’d only seen twice before — once during a corporate raid investigation, and once when a senator’s son tried to bury evidence tied to us.I didn’t reach for the device.“Start talking,” I said.Kyle inhaled once. Controlled. Professional.“We traced the sedative found in Bryan’s system.”My fingers stilled on the armrest.“And?”“It wasn’t hospital-grade. Not standard prescription. It came from a private distributor.”Something cold slid under my skin.“Illegal?”“Not technically,” he said. “But… questionable.”I held his gaze.He turned the tablet toward me.A document filled the screen. Transaction logs. Dates. Payment routes.Names.One name.Rachelle.My jaw tightened slowly.“She’s been purchasing from them for three months,” Kyle continued. “Small quantities. Spread out. Enough to avoid su

Chapter 62

CHAPTER 62 — Freya’s POVThe Slow ReturnI woke up before the world did, not because of noise or restless dreams pulling me out of sleep, but because my body gently decided it was time to rise.For a moment, I remained still, quietly gazing at the ceiling while soft morning light stretched across the room as if it had all the time in the world. Today, the air felt different—lighter, somehow. It didn’t press so heavily against my chest the way it had for weeks. It no longer felt like I was breathing through an invisible weight.I inhaled slowly, and the breath came easily. That simple act almost brought tears to my eyes.I swallowed and turned my head toward the window. Sunlight slipped through the curtains in delicate golden lines, dust floating lazily inside it like tiny stars drifting through the sky. Everything looked calm, still, peaceful.For the first time in what felt like forever, I didn’t feel like I was drowning inside my own mind.My fingers tightened slightly against

Chapter 63

CHAPTER 63 — Brandon’s POVHer Smile, My OathThe first thing I noticed wasn’t the sunlight. It was her hand—gently resting against my chest, as if it had always belonged there. Her fingers twitched softly in her sleep, brushing the fabric of my shirt, and a warm, soothing feeling spread through my ribs. I stayed still, not breathing too deeply, not daring to move even an inch because Freya was sleeping peacefully. This was different from the restless nights she’d had for weeks—no furrowed brow, no tense body as if she were bracing for something even in her dreams. No, this was calm. Her face was serene, peaceful. The faint crease between her brows had faded, her lips were slightly parted, and a loose strand of hair draped across her cheek. And God help me—I smiled, softly, gently—because she looked safe. My gaze rested on her mouth, and a memory suddenly flooded in—her quiet, steady voice from last night—"I want you." Heat warmed my ears. I turned my face halfway into the p

Chapter 64

CHAPTER 64 — Freya’s POVHeavy Lies the HeartI woke up smiling, not the forced kind, but a genuine one that took me by surprise. I even touched my lips to see if it was real. Next to me, Brandon was peacefully asleep—his hair a bit tousled, his face relaxed, one arm stretched out as if he’d reached for me in the night and hadn’t even realized it. My chest felt warm and soft. Last night’s memories replayed in fragments—the whisper of his voice asking, 'Are you sure?', the breathless moment when I said, 'I want you,' and the slight tremor in his hand when he touched my waist, as if afraid I’d disappear if he held on too tightly. I took a deep breath. Even with him right here, I missed him. Carefully, I slipped out of bed so I wouldn’t wake him. My feet touched the cool floor, grounding me in the peaceful morning. Sunlight peeked through the curtains, soft and warm, like the day itself was rooting for us. I whispered to myself, 'I want to try.' Not just to feel better, but to

Chapter 65

CHAPTER 65 — Brandon’s POVThe Silence After the StormThe house had never felt this deafening.Not with shouting.Not with shattering glass.Not with slammed doors.Only silence.It pressed against my ears, crawled under my skin, and sat across from me in the dim living room like an uninvited witness, replaying every word she had said.Am I a burden to you?I dragged a hand down my face, my heart heavy.The lamp beside the couch cast a weak amber glow, insufficient to warm the coldness that had settled in the room. The storm outside was still a distant threat, but the air felt thick — heavy with anticipation, as if it were waiting for everything to break.Her voice echoed relentlessly.Don’t treat me like a child.I want to be trusted.If you didn’t want me anymore, just say so.I leaned forward, elbows on my knees, hands clenched so tightly they ached.I had faced boardrooms full of men intent on destroying me.Handled scandals, betrayals, bloodlines tangled in politics.Nothing — n

Chapter 66

CHAPTER 66 — Freya’s POVNowhere Feels Like HomeThe cab didn’t wait for me to change my mind. Its taillights vanished down the empty road before I could even pull my coat tighter. Silence swallowed the hum of the engine. I stood there. Alone. Behind me, the inn creaked softly in the wind, its wooden sign swaying with a faint groan that sounded older than the road itself. A thin yellow light spilled from the front window—warm, distant—like a promise of comfort just out of reach. The night air bit into my skin, but I didn’t shiver. I barely felt it. My fingers tightened slowly around the necklace against my collarbone—Brandon’s necklace. The metal felt cold now. Not comforting. Not safe. Just… heavy. I swallowed hard. “You promised,” I whispered into the night, voice barely audible. The wind offered no response.Inside the InnThe woman at the front desk watched me quietly, asking no questions. She simply handed me a key, cast a quick glance at my face, and said softly, “Roo

Chapter 67

Chapter 67—Brandon’s pov Rage UnleashedThe house had never been this quiet before. Not peaceful quiet. Not restful quiet. This was the kind of silence that pressed against the walls like something alive… something watching. Brandon sat in the center of it. Motionless. Straight-backed in his wheelchair. Hands resting on the armrests. Eyes open. He had not slept. Not for one second. The clock on the far wall ticked. Each second scraped against his skull like glass. Freya was gone. And the world had not dared to stop with her.Kyle stood near the doorway, tablet clutched tightly in his hands. He had delivered bad news to powerful men before. Billionaires. Politicians. Criminals. None of them had ever frightened him like Brandon did now. Because Brandon wasn’t shouting. He wasn’t raging. He wasn’t even moving. He was still. And Kyle had learned long ago that when men like Brandon went still… someone else was about to fall.“Sir,” Kyle said carefully, voice low, “we tracke

Chapter 68

CHAPTER 68 — Freya’s POVNowhere Feels SafeRunning away seemed brave at first, until I woke up alone in a strange room. For a few seconds, I lay still, staring at the ceiling, trying to remember where I was—and why the air felt so unfamiliar, as if I was breathing someone else’s oxygen. The fan above me creaked wearily, its uneven rhythm dull and tired. It didn’t sound like home; it didn’t sound like anything I knew.And then, suddenly, it hit me.Not softly.Not gently.But all at once.I had left.My chest clenched painfully, and the memory crashed into me in one overwhelming wave—Miya’s voice, Brandon’s silence, my suitcase, my tears, the door closing behind me.Swallowing hard, I pushed myself up on my elbows, the thin motel blanket slipping down to my waist. The room looked exactly like it had when I first arrived—small, Pale walls, cheap curtains, furniture that seemed to have witnessed a hundred strangers’ tears.This wasn’t my room.This wasn’t my life.This wasn’t supposed t

Chapter 69

CHAPTER 69 — Brandon’s POVAshes Beneath the SurfaceI haven’t slept. Not really. My body suspends in brief shutdowns, but my mind remains restless. Every time I close my eyes, I see her walking away—her back disappearing through the door, her voice echoing as she asks if she was a burden. And then, there’s only silence. That’s the worst part—not what Miya or Freya said, but what I didn’t say. I push my wheelchair back toward the desk, though I’ve been here all night. The screens flicker before me—maps, timestamps, camera feeds, financial reports. My team hasn’t stopped; neither have I. Every street camera within a hundred miles has been pulled, every transport company audited, every private driver questioned, every motel, inn, and guesthouse cross-checked with her departure time. Nothing solid—just shadows. "She left in a cab,” I remind myself, softly. I’ve watched the footage from our gate at least twenty times—the way she clutches her bag, the way she never looks back.

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