Freya woke to a storm of vitriol online—trending hashtags, damning headlines, and a flood of comments branding her the "Heartless Heiress," the ungrateful daughter who had turned her back on her own flesh and blood. The world had painted her as a villain overnight, and the bitterness of it clung to her tongue like poison. She wanted to scream, to lash out, but all she could do was clench her fists and swallow the fury burning in her chest.
With the internet in an uproar, she had no intention of stepping outside the estate today. Facing the judgmental stares, the whispered accusations—she wasn’t ready. She didn’t owe anyone an explanation, least of all the vultures circling her name.
But Orion had other plans.
He strode into her bedroom unannounced, a dark silhouette against the so
