Lovely wife 220

My Woman

"Engagement?" Frederik's face turned ugly the moment he read the notification flashing across his phone.

Still groggy from sleep, he sat up and scrubbed a hand down his face. Before he could process anything, his phone buzzed again. His grandfather's name lit up the

screen.

Frederik answered without thinking. "Yes?"

"Did you know about this?" his grandfather barked on the other end. "The Rossi girl and Liam Horvath?"

Frederik got up and made his way to the kitchen. He grabbed a glass from the counter and filled it with water, listening as his grandfather's voice filled the quiet apartment.

"Of course not," Frederik muttered, setting the glass down without drinking. His stomach churned too much for that now. "You better be ready for the board meeting later," his grandfather continued. "This could be a stunt to clean up the mess from the assault accusations. Do you understand? Focus on the agenda. Make sure the others don't get soft because of a few headlines."

Frederik exhaled slowly through his nose, gripping the edge of the counter. "I understand."

"Good," his grandfather said before hanging up without a goodbye.

Frederik set the phone down and turned toward the living room. He grabbed the remote, flicked on the TV, and froze.

The scene unfolding on the screen was chaos.

A cluster of reporters swarmed the entrance of a hotel. Flashbulbs popped. Cameras jostled for position. The news anchor's voice cut through the background noise.

Rossi and Liam Horvath make first

the hotel, were Isabella and Liam. They were hand in hand, walking steadily through the chaos. Security tried to clear a path, but the reporters pressed closer,

true

marrying him

but the crowd was getting aggressive. A few people in the back started shouting profanities, their voices

to respond. Frederik leaned closer instinctively, waiting to see

her mouth, Liam moved. He stepped in front of her, shielding her from the cameras and

Liam pulled her firmly into his chest, blocking her completely from

roar.

to signal the security team to hold the crowd back. Then, without looking

legal action. We are filing a

didn't yell. He didn't threaten. He simply stated it as

was steady, unmoved by the frenzy around

him, his body a shield between her and the

reporters hesitated, unsure whether to push further, but

fans of Miss Sarano who think harassment and slander are acceptable," he said, his gaze steady on

the couch,

coordination. Proof of motive. Proof that this was a deliberate attempt to damage my reputation and,

reporters started shouting questions again,

hours from now. I expect all of you to be there. Bring your best questions, because we will be

My Woman

she was still shielded. She nodded once, almost imperceptibly, as if telling him to

"I will not allow anyone to tarnish my name

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