When Freya’s billionaire husband demands a divorce to reunite with his first love, she shocks him by demanding a fortune before walking away. But as their ruthless battle begins, hidden truths, shattered trust, and unexpected feelings threaten to turn their clean break into a war neither of them is prepared to lose.
Freya crossed her arms. “I might be willing to hand it over – if you let me see yours too.” Kristian barely hesitated. He wasn’t interested in anything other than confirming if it was Trent. “Fine.” “I’ll check your chat history with Ashley,” she said, her expression unreadable. His jaw tightened. After a brief silence,…
The three of them were strikingly attractive, each standing tall, their presence commanding enough to turn heads anywhere they went. Luckily, the exclusivity of the members-only restaurant provided a semblance of privacy from unwanted attention. Side by side with Zander, Kristian left the subtle art of introductions to Felipe, who was particularly skilled in such…
“You’re insane.” Arguing was pointless. She drained her wine in one savage tilt. As she reached for a second glass, Kristian’s jaw twitched. He moved to stop her, but Trent was faster. “Don’t,” he murmured, eyes soft with concern. “It’s not good for you.” Freya set the glass down, her emotions in turmoil. She’d never…
“I’m merely friends with him,” Freya asserted firmly, her voice steady and clear. “I have no intention of pursuing anything beyond that. Don’t project your assumptions onto me. Basic respect is fundamental in any human interaction.” Kristian’s expression grew more intense, his eyes narrowing slightly. Seizing the shift in conversation, Freya turned the tables. “Speaking…
Her defiance only sharpened his curiosity. The harder she resisted, the more he wondered about the life she’d led before him. The address on her passport had led him to an unremarkable neighborhood in Alerith – hardly the backdrop for Hugh Briggs’ daughter. “Why are you so against this?” he demanded. “Because I don’t need…
His eyes searched hers earnestly. “And keep your wealth under wraps. Don’t let anyone know how much you really have.” To him, Freya came from an ordinary background. Yet, if the world ever discovered the billions sitting in her bank account, she would no doubt turn into a prime target for schemes and manipulations. “Don’t…
Turning away, she headed toward the house – only to find Kristian standing in her path. “You’re leaving?” His voice was flat, but his eyes burned into hers. “Obviously.” “Why now?” She blinked. “Why not now?” “The divorce isn’t finalized for thirty days.” He crossed his arms, the picture of detached rationality. “You could stay.”…
“Hurry up!” Kristian pressed, a sense of urgency lacing his tone. Gerard didn’t hesitate. He bolted from the car and raced toward Freya, determined to fulfill his task. Meanwhile, he couldn’t fathom why Kristian couldn’t just obtain Freya’s apartment number himself, instead of concocting such a clumsy excuse to send him in his stead. It…
Meanwhile, Freya occupied the passenger seat of a pristine white sports car, enduring an unceasing stream of chatter from the driver beside her, as if he sought to compensate for two years of unspoken words. “Freya, are you actually listening to what I’m saying?” Frederick asked. Dressed in youthful, vibrant casual attire, his cherubic face…
Frederick’s eyes widened. It made perfect sense. Though Kristian possessed the ability to uncover hidden information, Freya’s secrets remained completely inaccessible. They continued their hushed conversation for several more minutes. Freya’s phone suddenly vibrated against the table. Glancing down and noticing Trent’s name on the screen, she asked Frederick to watch over Sheila while she…