Chapter 9

Once a towering symbol of affluence and wealth, the Dawson family had crumbled under Leland's reckless gambit.

Before Freya stood her 18-year-old renegade so-called brother, a blaze of fury in her eyes as she lifted her hand and delivered a resounding slap.

The strike sent Leland reeling with disbelief etched across his face. "You, you hit me?"

The Freya Leland knew was gentle, her voice always laced with a softness, making her an easy target. Yet she stood her ground, her hand still stinging from the contact.

Freya fumed. "Damn right, I hit you! What gave you the audacity to barge into my room?"

Mr. Dawson!" The maid quivered near the

I go where I please!" Leland's outburst sent the maid reeling, her

glance at the maid's bruised arms was all Freya needed to understand the depth of Leland's

heart had been too entangled with Kieran to see the

abuse were evident, a silent testament to her suffering. Freya snapped, "The Dawson name may carry weight, but we're not above the law. Since when does labor law allow you to assault

Freya defended her. She had longed to escape, trapped by Leland's threats, his misuse of his status as the Dawson heir to silence her, to keep her bound to a life of

Dawson, please let me leave!" Her pleas were a heart-wrenching symphony of

the commotion, Johanna hurried upstairs. Seeing her son's swollen face, she instantly surmised what

palpable as she rounded on Freya. "How dare you strike your brother? Have you lost your mind? What's your point with all this, calling off the engagement and now

words. Leland isn't my father's biological son. He's

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