She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 113

My Heart

Chapter 113 Freya's

Promise

Freya caught the hint immediately. "He?" she asked, a knowing look in her eyes.

Ashley hesitated, realizing she had let something slip.

She paused, carefully weighing her next words. The mission had already crumbled like a house of cards. Whether

she was caught or managed to escape, she would inevitably fall into that man's clutches.

The choice to speak or stay silent seemed like a matter of little consequence.

"If I tell you, can you promisethat you'll protect my family?" Ashley asked, her voice quiet but firm. "They're

just ordinary people, and they don't deserve this."

"Speak first," Freya replied, not yet willing to give her promise.

Ashley wasn't sure why, but hearing that simple response eased the knot in her chest.

She looked at Freya and said, "Ask away. There's so much | could say, | don't know where to start."

Did that person order you to kidnap me?" Freya asked.

"Yes," Ashley answered.

"Why?"

Ashley confessed, her voice barely above a whisper, "He wantedto create a compromising video of you,

something he could use to force you into doing his bidding."

Freya didn't say much more, her gaze steady. She continued, "What does he wantto do?"

"He wants you to stay close to Kristian, to follow his commands whenever he gives them," Ashley said, feeling

a weight slowly lifting off her shoulders. "My return was part of his plan too."

"He wants you to marry Kristian?" Freya asked, piecing it together.

"es."

"Why do you obey him so completely?" Freya's voice held a touch of confusion.

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"I don't have a choice," Ashley replied, her bitter smile a reflection of the helplessness she felt. "He controls

every part of my life. Everything | do, everything I am-it's all in his hands."

Freya looked puzzled. Weren't they living in a world where law and justice should have the final say?

Ashley took out her phone and scrolled to a picture, handing it over to Freya.

"This is my grandma and my younger brother," she said.

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After Freya glanced at the photo, Ashley continued, her words tinged with sorrow, "They're being cared for by

that man's subordinate. I've always done as I'm told, and in return, he's promised to look after them. My parents

are gone. My grandma has dementia, and my brother's still in high school it's been two years since I've seen

them. Now, it's just phone calls and video chats. They think the person taking care of them is a housekeeper |

hired."

Freya furrowed her brow, her mind racing

Ashley's voice softened as memories of the past resurfaced. "When | was with Kristian, my grandma was very ill.

| was struggling. My career wasn't going anywhere, and | had no money. | tried hinting that | needed help in my

career, but whether he didn't understand or didn't care, after months of waiting for him to step in, | finally left."

"You could've been straightforward with him," Freya said calmly. "He would have helped."

"I was young," Ashley admitted, her tone laced with regret. "I didn't understand the world yet. | was too proud to

ask for help. And | thought... | thought he would offer withouthaving to ask. But when we broke up. just two

days later, that man approached me. He promised easy money if | helped him. | agreed, and that was when

everything went wrong."

"Does that man have a personal vendetta against Kristian?" Freya asked, connecting the dots.

Ashley blinked in surprise. "How... how did you know?"

"He's using you to marry Kristian in order to steal Shaw Group's business secrets, isn't he?" Freya said, a sharp

edge to her voice.

If the plan had been to harm Kristian, there would've been more direct methods.

Ashley's jaw dropped, stunned by how accurately Freya had pieced everything together.

"You..." she started, but no words came.

"I won't report this to the police," Freya said firmly, cutting the conversation short. "But if something like this

happens again, | won't hesitate to act."

"Thank you..." Ashley's relief was palpable. It felt like a heavy burden had been lifted from her heart.

She knew there was unlikely to be a next time.

Returning with a failed task would probably mean a life spent trapped in that basement, forever.

"Take out your phone and call the police," Freya said, her tone still measured.

"Didn't you just say you wouldn't report it?" Ashley asked, confused.

"I'm not calling about your involvement," Freya clarified. "I want the police to arrest the two people in the

warehouse."

"But..." Ashley hesitated, uncertainty flickering in her eyes.

"If they accuse you, I'll vouch for you," Freya said, offering reassurance.

With a deep breath, Ashley did as instructed, dialing the police with newfound confidence.

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As they drove back, Freya's mind seemed to wander, and she asked, "Besides today, have you done anything

else illegal?"

"No," Ashley responded quickly, almost too quickly.

Freya nodded without another word, turning the car toward the city. By the tthey arrived at an apartment

complex, the sun had set, and the clock had ticked past seven.

As they stepped out of the car, Freya turned to Ashley and said, her voice steady but intense, "No matter who

you're up against, don't let them control your conscience. | can protect your family, but | can't save you from

losing your moral compass."

Ashley froze, struck by the weight of Freya's words.

Her heart swelled with a mixture of joy and disbelief as she swallowed hard.

"You... you're really willing to protect my family?"

Freya didn't respond right away, turning away to leave.

Her promise wasn't for Ashley, but for the sake of those two innocent, vulnerable souls.

Ashley watched Freya walk away, a strange sense of trust filling her. Freya hadn't said much, but something in

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her quiet strength spoke volumes.

Freya made a call using a public phone to ensure Ashley's family was safe and settled.

As she approached her own apartment door, something niggled at her, a sense that she had forgotten

something important.

When she was taken, the door had been left open. Frederick had called her earlier, saying he'd arrived in

Jeucwell. With the hours that had passed and the door ajar, it was clear he must have thought something had

happened to her.

With a sense of urgency, she opened the door and stepped inside.

She was about to head to the living room to grab her phone when she caught a familiar, anxious voice.

"Trent, have you found Freya yet?" Frederick's voice trembled with concern. Freya sighed, closing the door with a

feeling of bittersweet relief.

As the door clicked shut, Frederick, still clutching the phone, walked over to her.

Seeing her standing there, his eyes widened in surprise, and he lost track of whatever Trent was saying on the

other end. "Freya?" he said, his voice barely a whisper.

"Mina's back?" Trent's deep voice cthrough the phone, echoing with tension. "Yeah, yes," Frederick replied

quickly, his relief palpable.

Trent's voice softened, and he gave his orders. "Give her the phone. | need to speak to her."

"Okay," Frederick said, almost as though he were still processing everything. He handed the phone to Freya, his

hands shaking slightly. "Freya, it's Trent."

Freya took the phone, assured Trent she was safe, and explained the situation in brief.

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Chapter 113 Freya's Promise

"Glad to hear you're alright," Trent said, his tone now lighter. "You should also let Kristian know you're okay."

"How does he know?" Treya asked, still a little confused.

“This afternoon,” Trent explained, "when Frederick found out you were missing, he thought it was someone with

a grudge against Kristian. So he askedto check

with him."

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