Todos los capítulos de Finding Mr. Perfect: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Freya’s eyes fluttered open, sensing the sun’s rays hitting her face.The light seeping through her bedroom curtains was bright, suggesting it was around mid-morning. Last night, they had gone up to Freya’s penthouse at midnight. They were too tired, so they bathed and went straight to bed.But now, it was a different story. Freya thought they both deserved a reward.Kenneth was still asleep, slightly. He was mildly aware of her movements, his arm still wrapped around her.“Still sleepy?” Freya asked.“Hmmm,” he said with his eyes closed. “I intended not to look at my laptop today.”Freya’s eyes moved down to study him—all of him. She noticed his morning erection. An idea popped into her head.“I’ll go to the bathroom.” But before going, she fetched her new gift.Freya washed up and put on her sexy bondage lingerie.The lingerie did not cover any of her private parts. They were decorations at best, merely outlining her breasts, her ass, and the opening to her sex. It looked hot and se

Braeton City.After spending two days in Halliport, Freya and Kenneth left for Braeton. Freya spent a lot of time getting to know Kenneth’s entire family, especially his cousins. They had many dinners, attended banquets, and met influential people in Braeton.However, they hardly got to spend quality time with Kenneth’s grandparents, mainly because they stayed in Kenneth’s penthouse in the city property. Secondly, his grandparents were already very old. Both were in wheelchairs and needed caregiver assistance for nearly everything. Their vision had deteriorated, and dementia had begun to blur the edges of their memory.Freya knew it was part of life. Her grandfather, Anthony, was also in the same state.Nevertheless, they had lived rich, beautiful lives, full of laughter, love, and legacy.To Freya, the fact that they had lived this long was already a blessing in itself. Not everyone was given that kind of time. And with the means to be well cared for in their twilight years, their o

[Luxury jewelry brand Veloura has filed for bankruptcy following a high-profile defamation lawsuit filed by Kenneth and Freya Wright. The suit came after the brand’s founders, the Bellamy couple, initiated a smear campaign suggesting that Kenneth and Freya’s marriage was a publicity stunt, allegations that were later proven to be baseless.][Ironically, the Bellamys’ well-hidden open marriage had been the golden lie behind their entire jewelry brand, sold to the world as a fairytale of “timeless love.” A confidential settlement has been reached, but the damage to Veloura’s image proved irreversible, ultimately leading to its financial collapse.][In stark contrast, Kenneth and Freya Wright’s official Halliport wedding became a cultural highlight of the season. It was grand, glamorous, and overflowing with genuine emotion. Photos and videos leaked from the wedding, proving their love needed no explanation.]Freya smiled after reading the article, published by La Lumière, one of Paris’

“Why are we talking here?” Freya asked, eyeing the massive steel door behind them. “You brought me into a vault, Kenneth.”Kenneth nodded. “Yes. For three reasons.”Freya sighed. “Of course, there are three reasons.”“One: This is the most secure room on the estate. Two: It’s soundproof—no risk of eavesdropping. And three…” He gestured vaguely at the thick, reinforced walls. “The ambiance. High ceilings, cold lighting—it’s optimal for delivering... news. Also, memory retention improves by 42% in moments of overwhelming revelation.”Freya narrowed her eyes. “Kenneth. What are you about to say?”He folded his hands behind his back and began pacing. Slowly.“Imagine, if you will,” he said, “a strategic alliance. A future sealed not by contract, but by blood.”“Stop that,” Freya said. “You sound like a villain in a fantasy novel.”He ignored her. “Now, consider: one kingdom, one family, one... toddler.”“What?” Freya snapped.He looked her dead in the eye. “What walks on two legs, babbles

“Kenneth, congratulations,” his college friend, Milo, greeted. “We heard that Freya is pregnant!”While Milo’s wife was busy chatting with Lindsey, he whispered, “Good luck. You’re going to need a lot of it. Wives—they tend to push you to take care of the baby, especially in the early stages.”Kenneth stared at his old friend and plainly said, “I don’t mind. I have enough billions to procrastinate… and just be a father.”“Fuck, man. You make me sound bad, and I already feel bad,” Milo hissed. “But I suppose you’re right.”Kenneth just patted his friend on the arm. He greeted and welcomed his college friends and had a short chat with Alistair at one table.There was about two hours of waiting time before the celebration started. He and Freya killed half an hour extending their wedding kiss. The rest of the wait was filled with a ten-minute walk to the reception venue, casual chatter, glasses of wine, trays of canapés, endless photos, and for those in the entourage, a quick round of fre