She Took The House The Car And My Heart novel Chapter 46

Chapter 46 Is It That You Trust Everyone Else But…

Everyone fell into a heavy silence.

They had merely followed the scripted deceit. Yet, inexplicably, Kristian had swallowed the tale whole.

“Mr. Shaw, actually…” one of them, grappling with a twinge of guilt, began, his voice trailing off as he considered revealing the truth–that Freya truly was swift on her feet.

Kristian’s gaze swept over them, frosty and detached.

The man in the white T–shirt hastened to elaborate. “Ms. Briggs indeed outpaced us, but only because she’d asked us earlier to ease off, ensuring she wouldn’t get caught.”

“Yes, yes, that’s precisely what happened.”

“That’s the whole story.”

The rest quickly echoed their agreement, nodding along without hesitation.

The man in the white T–shirt cast a sharp, annoyed glance at his companion who had nearly let the truth slip.

Freya caught the exchange from the corner of her eye.

“Get lost,” Kristian snapped, his anger no longer contained.

At his command, the group dissolved, scattering in all directions like leaves in the wind.

Freya wanted to keep someone back to ask questions, but it was too late.

Gerard, noticing everyone dispersing, swiftly started the car, maneuvered it close by, and then exited.

Before he could utter a word, he noticed Freya wrenching free from Kristian’s hold, her usually serene face now clouded with fury.

Gerard began cautiously, “Mr. and Mrs. Shaw, perhaps we should discuss this matter at home.”

“Call me Freya or Ms. Briggs,” she insisted sharply.

Kristian’s presence seemed to drop in temperature, a frosty aura enveloping him.

Gerard hesitated, then revised his address. “Ms. Briggs, who were those people we just encountered? How did you come to be involved with them?”

The question visibly soured the expressions of both Freya and Kristian.

Without a word, Freya turned and strode off, clearly not intending to follow the same path as Kristian.

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“Stop!” Kristian’s command cut through the air, laced with fury.

Freya continued on, blatantly ignoring him.

In a swift motion, Kristian reached out, grabbed her arm, and forcefully ushered her into the car, then snapped at Gerard with icy authority, “Drive!”

Gerard, focusing intently on the road ahead, complied without a word.

Freya felt a surge of anger towards Kristian but paused, reflecting that he wasn’t worth her fury. She knew he spirited her away merely to interrogate her about her actions, accusing her of trying to set up Ashley. It was no big deal.

The car surged forward into the night.

Over an hour later, they reached Kristian’s villa.

Gerard, his hands shaking, hesitantly opened the door, bewildered by Kristian’s fury towards Freya, especially when she was the victim.

Kristian yanked Freya from the car with a forceful tug.

If not for her remarkable self–control, she might have flipped him over her shoulder in defense.

Since their divorce wasn’t finalized, she held back her true strength to prevent any unforeseen complications. Kristian violently slammed the door behind them, the sound echoing through the night.

Once they were inside, he flung Freya onto the couch and towered over her, his voice laced with accusation. “What were you thinking? And how the hell did you know where I’d be?”

“Don’t question me! Just ask the person who said I’m the mastermind,” Freya snapped.

“Freya Briggs!” he bellowed.

“There’s no need to yell; I can hear you perfectly,” Freya snapped back, her voice icy.

“You got what you asked for, and you said yes to the divorce. So why drag Ashley into this mess and accuse her of arranging for assailants to attack you?” Kristian demanded, his frustration palpable. “What are you really after?”

In that moment, a curious urge overtook Freya. She rose to her feet, her frame dwarfed by Kristian’s height.

She met his gaze squarely. “Is it that you trust everyone else but me?”

“Think about it–what do you think my answer is?” he snapped, tossing the blame right back her way.

“I’ve made my point clear,” Freya replied, her voice dripping with disappointment. “Believe it or not, that’s your choice.”

“I’m warning you for the last time–cut out these underhanded tactics.” Anger flared in Kristian as he thought about the situation, his voice growing sharp. “If you dare harm Ashley again, I won’t let you off so easily.”

Freya remained silent, her expression unreadable. She simply let his words float by, barely registering them. Watching her nonchalant demeanor, Kristian felt a wave of frustration wash over him. How could she maintain

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such arrogance after her blunders?

“For the next few days, you’re staying here,” he declared, his tone leaving no room for debate. “You’re not stepping outside until we settle this divorce!”

With a wave of his hand, he summoned over twenty bodyguards to encircle the villa, securing every possible exit.

Unfazed, Freya’s resilience shone through. Casually scanning the room, she inquired, “Where will I be sleeping?” Kristian halted, his anger simmering beneath the surface.

He had poured out his frustrations, and yet, she was concerned about her sleeping arrangements!

“Do you really think you can do as you please just because my family holds you in high regard?”

“Of course, why not?” Freya replied, her voice now steady and composed. “Your grandpa has always treated me like I was his own granddaughter.”

Kristian fell into a brooding silence, labeling her in his mind as completely shameless.

“Make sure you send over a few outfits for me,” Freya instructed with a calm authority. “And pick up some tampons; my period is almost here.”

When he gave no answer, she insisted, “Did you get that?”

“I’m not your errand boy,” Kristian retorted coldly.

“So, are you suggesting I should go out and get them myself?”

“In your dreams!” Kristian snapped back sharply.

The exchange ended on a bitter note.

Despite his annoyance, Kristian couldn’t shake off the memory of his grandfather’s fondness for Freya. Reluctantly, he instructed someone to gather the items.

Freya settled into the room she once occupied, savored a long, relaxing shower, and then sank into bed with nothing but her phone to keep her company.

She contemplated her escape options.