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    “Does it even matter?” Farrah responded, intentionally keeping him talking, buying herself time. Her voice remained steady, though tension simmered just beneath the surface. Only Freya’s arrival could truly change things. “You tried to force me into an abortion, didn’t you?”


    Felipe’s mouth went dry. He remained silent, the weight of his mistake pressing on him, tightening around his chest like a vice.


    Still, he tried to justify himself. “Jocelyn told me your health wasn’t fit for a pregnancy. I didn’t see any other option.”


    “And someone else’s words decide whether my baby lives or dies?” Farrah’s voice was sharp, her tone unwavering. “Don’t you find that absurd?”


    “Farrah…”


    “I’m not going back with you. Just go.”


    Felipe’s patience snapped. Her growing resistance made his voice drop, tinged with threat. “You should know exactly what happens when I’m pushed too far.”


    A strange calmness settled over Farrah. She smiled faintly, her eyes meeting his without fear. “If you’re still like this, why would I ever go back to you?”


    Felipe faltered, momentarily speechless, struck by her rity.


    “You want to drag me back just to make me suffer, right?” Her words stung, each one like ash. “Every time I don’t agree with you, you’ll threaten me with the consequences of pushing your limits? Felipe, I’m not interested in living a life of torment. I won’t bow to your obsessive control.”


    “So you’re really staying here?” Felipe’s temper frayed, his voice barely controlled.


    “Yes.” Farrah’s tone was icy—calm,posed, unshakable.


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    Felipe clenched his fists, his eyes cold with fury. The tension in the air grew so sharp it almost felt like frost. He barked at his bodyguards, “Take her away!”


    “Yes, sir.” The bodyguards moved swiftly, storming into the vi without hesitation.


    “Miss Welch, head inside. We’ll handle this,” one of Freya’s bodyguards instructed urgently. “Make sure all the doors are locked.”


    Farrah nodded quickly and retreated, knowing she’d only be a hindrance now.


    Felipe tried to charge in after her, but the guards blocked his way. Farrah’s side only had three men, one of whom had gone out that morning to buy groceries.


    The two groups collided. Though Freya’s men were capable, Felipe hade prepared—eight strong. That gave him the upper hand, allowing him to break through and charge at the vi, kicking the door with relentless fury.


    But ten minutester, the door remained shut—stubborn, solid, and unyielding.


    His face flushed with frustration. What kind of ridiculous door was this? Why wouldn’t it budge? Was it built like a damn vault?


    Watching his futile struggle, Freya’s bodyguards paused. One of them snickered. “Mr. Yates, stop wasting your breath. Ms. Briggs said that door’s top-tier. Without a key or code, you’re not getting through.” Truth be told, he hadn’t believed it. But after watching them kick, shove, and even try to tamper with the lock—all to no avail—he had to admit it: Freya had taste.


    “You think I won’t call the cops?” Felipe shouted, sweat dripping from his temples.


    One of the guards raised an eyebrow. “Go for it.”


    Earlier, they might’ve worried about police interference. But now? Felipe and his men had tried to storm a private residence. He’d be the one in the wrong. And Freya was on her way. Once she arrived, everything would fall into ce.


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