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.

Horvath make

in hand, walking steadily through the chaos.

true you

are you marrying him to cover up

crowd was getting

stopped walking. She turned slightly, clearly ready to respond. Frederik leaned

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

pulled her firmly into his chest, blocking her completely from view. The reporters pushed

roar.

hold the crowd back.

against my woman or myself will be met with immediate legal action. We are filing a counter -lawsuit for defamation against Miss Sarano and any media outlet that

didn't yell. He didn't threaten. He simply

calm. His stance was steady, unmoved by the frenzy

him, his body a

reporters hesitated, unsure whether to push further,

who think harassment and slander are acceptable," he said, his gaze steady on the cameras, "I suggest you

the

were orchestrated," Liam continued. "Proof of coordination. Proof of motive. Proof

started shouting

be holding a press conference at nine o'clock this morning," Liam said, ignoring the shouting. "That's two hours from now. I expect

My Woman

at Isabella to check that she was still shielded. She nodded once,

to the cameras. "I will not allow anyone to

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