She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 77

Chapter 77 Weren't You Aware Of Their Friendship

Freya had just wrapped up her conversation with Kristian and even pressed a swift kiss to Charlie's cheek. Kristian, seething with a silent rage that seemed to boil his very blood, was jolted awake by the disturbance. Irritated, he flicked his eyes to his phone, checking the time. The glowing digits showed it was only five in the morning. Sighing deeply, he massaged his weary temples, his fingers tracing circles of weariness. With a huff, he grabbed his coat and strode over to the room where Liam was dozing. Pushing the door open with more force than necessary, Kristian's shadow fell over Liam. In a single, fluid motion, he nudged Liam off the bed.

This time around, his sleep could be noticeably more peaceful.

Liam hit the floor with a thud, his confusion painting his face in the dim light. What had just happened? And why on earth was he lying on the floor?

These questions barely had time to form in his groggy mind before he dismissed them, too drowsy to care. He simply rolled over and nestled into the plush, warm carpet, finding comfort.

As dawn broke, Farrah's eyes fluttered open first.

With the early signs of pregnancy ebbing into a phase of unpredictable sleep patterns, she found herself waking up with the sun more often than not. After freshening up and slipping into her day clothes, she made her way downstairs.

Settled in the living room, she was busy thumbing through messages on her phone when a cold, displeased voice cut through the morning stillness. "Why are you here?"

Farrah paused, her heart skipping a beat.

She looked up to find Felipe standing in the doorway, his expression unreadable but his eyes sharp with an icy disapproval.

in that instant, her face mirrored a flicker of uncertainty, and she instinctively stood up from the sofa, as if readying herself for confrontation.

“.....” she began, her voice faltering. The sight of Felipe's stern face reminded her of the task he had previously assigned to her

"How could I have been so blind to your tricks? You even managed to slip into a private gathering." Felipe's misunderstanding brewed a storm within him as he stepped closer, his presence chilling "What are you up to? Is it Kristian you're after, or are you getting involved with Trent Seymour and Liam, too?"

Farrah hurried to clarify, shaking her head gently. "Actually, Mr. Seymour instructed me to come and take care

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His anger erupted like a sudden gust, voice hard and cutting. "He just snaps his fingers, and you rush over like a loyal servant? Tell me, did you sleep in his room all night?"

to crush the swirling assumptions. "He needed my help

Felipe interjected ruthlessly, his tone hollow, eyes

reaction making her take a cautious

it," Felipe noted, his

faced him squarely, her voice trembling but firm. "This child is mine. You have no right to force

think about that?” His stare was piercing voice dripping with derision. "Don't worry, I'll make sure it's taken care of myself. And don't think threatening to end your life will stop me this

thin, determined not to let her get what

losing her composure, her thoughts crashing into one another.

wait and see." His eyes, usually warm and engaging when in the company of others like Kristian, now blazed with

voice cracked, the words struggling for power. "If you dare harm my child, I will despise you until my last breath. Her threat hung flimsy and unconvincing in

chest, a fleeting sign of inner turmoil, yet

he retorted evenly, his voice a low growl. "That child has no place in my

directing his assistant to get a private hospital ready for an urgent procedure-an abortion. He announced

with panic. She could tell Felipe's decisions were set in

the sprawling, secluded

no refuge. There was nobody

had suffered enough at Kristian's hands. Farrah's resolve hardened; she could not, would not, drag her

"So, Farrah, do we need to do this the hard way, or will you come

pregnancy," Farrah stated, her eyes brimming with urgency, her fingers clutching her phone so tightly that her knuckles turned white. "You are the

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let out a derisive

scorn in his gaze intensified as he gently caressed her chilled cheek. "I was overseas on business during that time. How the hell could you possibly be

Farrah's eyes, her

my side, I'll give you everything you desire. Fame? I can make that happen too." His fingers, surprisingly warm, brushed away her tears, his

her head

of fame, nor did she wish to remain ensnared by his side. All she yearned for was the life blossoming

a dangerous blend of temptation and threat as he

put space between them. A wave

the air, still warm from their contact, his eyes darkening, his tone chilling. "Don't make me do something we'll

ground, refusing to

Trent made his way down the

strained air that hung palpably between them,

instead ventured, "How's Freya

of bed," Farrah responded with a calm demeanor,