The Ex Freida Mcfadden 소설 & 이야기

The lights dimmed. A giant screen flickered on behind the orchestra. “No,” Adrian said. “No……Shut it down.” The footage started. It was dark and rainy. The feed was shaky. A driveway. Gasps rippled through the crowd. “That’s the Hamptons,” someone said. A woman stumbled into frame. Freya. She was alive. My heart slammed into my ribs. “Oh my God,” Cate breathed. The video audio crackled…..Freya’s voice distorted, panicked.

"Except this young insignificant lady would gladly give up her control to another. I mean, didn't she try to commit suicide?" June felt her world enclosed. Gone was the sweet Zeus she had lived with these past few days. Has she been found out? What would happen to her? And her mission? Most importantly, did he just say that Rafael was in there? "While I tried to gain control of my senses, I made some research, and discovered that Augusta died for a few minutes after she committed suicide, and miraculously came back to life." He smiled. "The exact experience I had before Rafael Ambrose took up significant space in my mind."

Freya craved that happiness when she was living the worst time of her life. James, her ex, had taken her to London under the pretext of work and had sold her into prostitution. For a whole two months, she was used, abused by men to sate their lust. The girl had lost all the hope and had given up until Mr. Hendrix, a cop, helped her to get out of it. He had given her the second life. She wanted to help him in anything she could, besides she also needed a job. This is where her journey from a victim to police aid started. She was referred to Fernando who was looking for a smart and pretty girl to ensnare the Spanish mafia.

"I told you that she is mine. To touch her is to insult me. To hurt her is to invite your own death." "She’s my ex-fiancée, Dad! You’re betraying me for her!" Adrian screamed in frustration.

My phone rings, I look to see that it’s Erica calling. “Thank you.” I say to Adrian. “For everything. I should take this.” He gestures for me to go ahead and excuses himself from the room. I answer the call to hear my hysterical friend say, “Please tell me your phone has a terrible glitch, and you haven’t been able to access the internet all day.” “Unfortunately, no.” I say. “I take it you saw that I’m starring in several awful memes and videos?” “Oh, honey I can’t believe this is happening. Whose ass do I need to kick?” Erica’s tone turns menacing, and I know she’s actually not kidding.

Xanders pov I had never gotten hung up on one night stand before, and could hardly even remember their faces the very next day. But there was something about this woman that made her linger in my mind. Then I saw her again, well her passport clipped along to her credentials. There was no mistaking it was her. I scanned through and found her name. “Aurora light,” her name slid off my tongue. I looked through her credentials, the only thing that stock out was the insane amount of recommendation letters she had listed with the places she worked, but most of them were menial responsibilities.

“Some exes make you want to do terrible things,” she muttered. And honestly, you couldn’t blame her for feeling that way. Freya was already tired after standing for long hours in surgery; the effort, pressure, and stress of trying to preserve a human life were exhausting. It was even harder when she had to share the operating theatre with her ex and his new girlfriend, Ingrid. Wilhelm stood close to Ingrid, his attention fixed entirely on her.

Freya noticed she didn't look in Desmond's direction for once and curiously, she turned to glance at Desmond, who wore a neutral expression. Desmond's indifference and Imelda's non-acknowledgement of Desmond's presence, gave Freya the impression that they weren't quite familiar with each other and weren't working together. However, Freya wasn't so convinced. She knew something fishy was up. Just then, Judge Harrison's voice cut through the tension, "Please state your occupation and relation to the case." “I'm a social worker and I've known Freya for several years since our days at college. I was also her host in Tennessee when she left Desmond and fled from New York”, Imelda said, her eyes l

He read without making any mistakes. “After that, what next?” “Nothing else ma” he replied. “Did you look into the accomplishments of REINE?” I asked carefully. “Yes ma” Good.” I was about walking out when I thought of something. I definitely don’t want to be at that meeting. Trust me, it will be eventful, but I planned to make my revenge very slow, well planned, and smooth. Isaac Friedmann said “the sweetest revenge is done slowly.” So, yes, slow is the plan. “Do you have anything doing today?” I asked, turning slightly, my head on the air, and my ponytail hanging a few inches below my shoulders. I looked like an actress from the 80s. I have wanted to be an actress, but today, I am a busine

"See? I told you she was a handful." Just as they were about to walk over to Svetlana, a woman with a no-nonsense look and a sharp, kind face stepped forward. It was Agent Freida. Claudine's heart stopped for a moment. Her old FBI handler. The woman who had been her contact with the outside world. What in the world was she doing here? She was supposed to be in hiding, her life a secret. Freida looked at Hades, and a flicker of a smile touched her lips.