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?"

sorry! It was my fault for not stopping Mr. Dawson!" The

I go where I please!" Leland's outburst

needed to understand

entangled with Kieran to see the chaos

to claim, Leland." Freya approached the maid, her movements gentle as she helped her to her feet. The marks of abuse were evident, a silent testament to her suffering. Freya snapped, "The Dawson name may carry

Freya defended her. She had longed to escape, trapped by Leland's threats, his misuse of his status

let me leave!" Her pleas

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

brother? Have you lost your mind? What's your point with all this, calling

lack upbringing!" Freya's voice was ice. "Johanna, let's not mince words. Leland isn't my father's

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