Love Unspoken

"Such nonsense! When have I ever commanded you to commit murder? You need to clarify the situation, or you can bid farewell to your payment!"

The accusation sparked a flame of indignation within him."You were the one who sent the text, instructing the hit. What else could have transpired? Do you take me for a fool, unable to comprehend the gravity of murder in contrast to abduction?"

He retorted, his voice laced with bitterness. In all honesty, he would have been in a far better position had he refrained from killing.

With twenty million in his possession, even if apprehended, there would be a potential escape route. But with a life taken, the act of spending the money was far from a comforting experience.

A shiver of dread slithered down Freya's spine at his words. Could it be that her instructions had been misinterpreted, leading to this fatal misunderstanding? She had personally sought out these individuals, making direct contact; no one else was privy to their dealings.

She could fathom no other explanation."Enough. Remain hidden and refrain from contacting me unless absolutely necessary!" With that, Freya ended the call.

Initially, she had consented to a payment of twenty million dollars, divided into two installments of ten million each, with the final payment yet to be made.

were prepared to commit murder, provided the price was right. Now, Freya was a prisoner of her

the call, Freya collected herself before exiting the car to venture into

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lips as he gently caressed the baby's cheek, eliciting a giggle and a tiny hand

she jot down everything she could recollect, believing that revisiting these memories daily

Kennedys as a child. Before she knew it,

with Alexander sinking in. The notebook was nearly filled, yet she hadn't even chronicled a full year's worth

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perhaps she wasn't ill at all, given the clarity with which she could recall events from her distant

was a sunny afternoon; the boy was clad in a white shirt, a backpack slung