His pov
I didn’t know when Freya had come back from her business trip with her father, Mr. George. My father and he had been friends for years. They were inseparable until her father decided to expand his business abroad. I never knew what changed after that.
My father died, and our business collapsed. I was too broken, no support from anybody, but uncle George helped me. He trained me, shaped me, to become the perfect heir. I worked hard, day and night, and he put in his efforts for me. I owe him more than I even count.
“London was amazing,” Freya said, wiggling her eyebrows. I smirked.
London wasn’t just a reason, I knew she was happy because she had gone there with her unknown boyfriend—the one she had hidden for years. Our fathers had always wanted us to get married, but I had a
