The return of normalcy after those three stolen days felt like a cage closing around them. Victor was back, full of stories from Chicago and new deals to celebrate. The mansion buzzed with staff and business calls, but underneath it all, Freya felt like she was drowning in two realities. One where she was her father’s cherished daughter. The other where she was Draven Cross’s secret obsession — the woman he f****d like he’d die without her, the woman he whispered “I love you” to in the dark.
Her mind wouldn’t rest.
Every time she looked at Victor, the guilt gnawed deeper. He had always been her rock — the man who had raised her alone after her mother checked out emotionally years ago. He had built an empire and still made time to attend her art shows in college. And here she was, letting
