Chapter 61

Freya’s POV The drive was quiet. Too quiet. Kai kept his eyes on the road, Finn sat happily in the back seat swinging his legs, and I sat there with my thoughts crashing into one another. No one spoke, but my mind refused to rest. Their lost sister. The words replayed over and over, sinking deeper with every passing second. I didn’t know what to feel—fear, disbelief, hope, or something dangerously close to longing. My chest felt tight, like I’d opened a door I wasn’t ready to walk through yet. Without realizing it, my hand tightened around Finn’s arm. “Mommy, you’re hurting me,” Finn cried out, his small voice sharp with pain. I startled immediately, as if someone had poured cold water over me. My grip loosened at once, and guilt crashed into me hard. All the thoughts that had been pulling me in different directions snapped back into place. “Oh my God, baby, I’m so sorry,” I said quickly, turning fully toward him. I took his hand gently this time, rubbing his arm the way I a

Chapter 62

Kai’s POV My tour wasn’t over—not even close—but there was no way I was missing my mother’s birthday. I’d argued with my management for days, pushed schedules around, traded favors I’d probably regret later. Somehow, they made it work. A narrow window. A rushed flight. No rest. But I was here—and that was all that mattered. Still, the thought I couldn’t shake wasn’t about the party. It was Freya. The possibility that she might be our sister sat heavily in my chest. I’d tried to stay logical about it. Scarlett had warned me not to get ahead of myself, but how could I not? We’d been searching for a while now—false leads, dead ends, hope followed by disappointment. And then Freya appeared, almost quietly, slipping into our lives in a way that felt… familiar. Too familiar. I pushed the thought aside as I stepped fully into the venue. That was when I heard it. “Daddy! Daddy!” I barely had time to turn before Daisy came running toward me, her little legs moving too fas

Chapter 63

Kai’s POV After I finally managed to get away from my friends, I headed straight inside, my eyes already searching the room for Freya. The place was buzzing—laughter, music, glasses clinking, people moving in clusters—but no matter how many times I scanned the hall, I couldn’t see her. For a moment, unease crept in. I thought of asking Scarlett, but she was busy beside Mother, attending to guests and making sure everything was perfect. Pulling her away now would only add to her stress, and I didn’t want to do that. Just as I was about to widen my search, I spotted Finn. He was with Daisy, the two of them sitting on the floor, completely lost in their own little world. Daisy was saying something animatedly while Finn laughed, his hands moving excitedly as he replied. Relief washed over me immediately. If Finn were here, then Freya had to be around somewhere. I kept looking. That was when I saw Rowan and Sage standing near the bar, deep in conversation. I walked up to them, and

Chapter 64

Cassandra’s POV I watched everything unravel. From the very moment Malum and I stepped into the Harrison estate, something felt off—like we had walked straight into a trap dressed up as an invitation. The air was too polished, the smiles too rehearsed, the stares too sharp. I should have trusted that instinct. Instead, I watched. I watched as Malum tried to hold a conversation with one of the Harrison brothers, his voice steady but strained, his patience thinning with every word exchanged. It didn’t take long before the tension snapped. What started as a conversation quickly teetered on the edge of a fistfight—shoulders squared, jaws clenched, pride flaring on both sides. And then, right on cue, another Harrison stepped in. A savior. At least, that’s how he made it look. He inserted himself between them with calculated ease, diffusing the situation just enough to shift the narrative. Suddenly, Malum wasn’t the man defending himself—he was the aggressor. The problem. The disr

Chapter 65

Malum’s POV I couldn’t take it anymore. Not after the way they sat there—all of them—watching me like I was entertainment. Like I had walked into their home just to give them something to laugh about. And they did. Right in my face. The sound of it still rang in my ears as I walked out of the Harrison estate, each step heavier than the last, my jaw locked so tight it ached. I didn’t look back. I didn’t care who was watching. I didn’t care what they thought. I was done. Done trying to play their game. Done pretending this was ever a negotiation. I didn’t even bother looking for Freya. That alone said everything. “Mr. Sutton!” Cassandra’s voice carried behind me, sharp enough to cut through the noise in my head. I heard her—I just chose not to respond. I didn’t slow down, didn’t turn, didn’t give her anything. Not right now. I just needed to get out. Out of that house. Out of their reach. Out of whatever humiliation they thought I was supposed to stand there and accept.

Chapter 66

Freya’s POV I had to wait until the night was over. There was no other choice. No matter how badly I wanted to leave, no matter how much the walls of that place felt like they were closing in on me—I couldn’t walk out early. Not after everything. Not after the way Clio and Remi cornered me, their hands pressing me back, their voices sharp as they reminded me exactly why I shouldn’t have come. But they didn’t matter. Not really. Their words, their anger, their warnings—none of it stayed with me the way it should have. Because all I could think about was Malum. Everything else faded in comparison. By the time I finally got home, the silence hit me first. Heavy. Still. I stepped inside slowly, almost cautiously, as if I expected him to be there waiting—standing in the dark, ready to confront me the second I crossed the threshold. But he wasn’t. The house was empty. At least… it felt that way. My eyes moved instinctively, searching, until I caught sight of his car outside