FREYA’S POV
I pulled up to Lukas’s house in my sleek black SUV, the engine purring as I cut it off. My heels clicked against the pavement, sharp and deliberate, as I stepped out, smoothing my leather jacket. The servants scrambled from the back, hauling my bags—two suitcases, a duffel, more than last time. I’d left stuff here before, but now? I’d packed half my closet. This was my turf, my man, and no little b***h was taking him from me. Daddy was working the elders, pulling strings, and I’d fight the front line. Lukas was mine—always had been.
I was back to reclaim man—yes, my man. Lucas was mine and there was nothing anyone that would do to take him away from me. I mean I was the very first girl he had feelings for, he loved me right from our childhood days—although I lost due to my o
