Chapter 3 3

Manson walked further into the room with an angry look plastered all over his face, his tall, lean frame displaying confidence and arrogance. His chiseled features were set in a disgusted expression, his deep, penetrating gaze seemingly appraising the situation with contempt.

"Why are you bordering yourself, Mother? You can't force a lady like her into accepting something," Mason said, his tone dripping with hatred as he cast an angry look in Freya's direction.

Freya felt a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach as Manson's gaze settled on her, his arrogant behavior sending a shiver of unease down her spine.

With a casual flick of his hand buried in the pockets of his pants, Manson continued, "This isn't something you should be begging her to do, we're doing her family a favor by accepting her. If she doesn't want to agree let her be."

Freya's heart sank as Manson's words washed over her, she concealed the tear that filled her eyes. She didn't want him to see her or consider her weak.

"Manson, her father already pleaded with us so we can't-" Mrs. Wayne began, but Mason cut his mother off with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"No, Mother, you need to listen to reason. The Barriet family isn't a crucial business partner, I don't want to marry a woman who's feigning not to accept this offer." Manson insisted, his voice dripping with arrogance.

Freya felt a surge of frustration well up inside her at Manson's words, the thought of her late sister came across her mind and the tears in her eyes fell down her cheek.

"Manson, I won't let you-" Freya started, her voice trembling with anger and frustration, but Manson interrupted her with a pitiful laugh.

"I don't think your decision matters in this situation and quite the pretense," Manson said, his tone laced with contempt.

Freya felt a surge of helplessness wash over her as Manson's words echoed in her mind. It seemed as though she was fighting a losing battle, her desires and wishes falling on deaf ears in her face.

"Manson, you can't just dismiss Freya's feelings like that. She deserves to have a say in her future," Mrs. Wayne protested, her voice filled with frustration at her son's behavior.

Manson's expression hardened at his mother's words, his gaze narrowing in a silent warning.

"Mother, I'm not going to stand here and debate this with you. The wedding will proceed as planned, she doesn't have a choice and I only agreed to this because of her father's words," Manson declared, his tone final as he turned to leave the room, leaving Freya and Mrs. Wayne staring after him in stunned silence.

As the door closed behind him, Freya felt a sense of sadness settles over her. It seemed as though she was truly alone in this fight, her family's ambitions and desires crushing her dreams and aspirations beneath their relentless march toward success.

And as she sank into despair, a single thought echoed in her mind, a whisper of defiance amidst the suffocating weight of her circumstances: she would not go down without a fight.

Mrs Wayne waited for a while before she looked up at Freya. "Let's go check on your sister's wedding dress."

Freya took a deep breath and exhaled it, she had no other choice but to agree to whatever was about to happen.

The wedding preparation and ceremony went on in a blink of an eye and the next thing was what was supposed to be her honeymoon, Freya walked down the hallway and made her way to the room where she dreaded so much.

Freya's heart raced as she approached the door to the room where Manson awaited her. Dread gnawed at her insides, twisting her stomach into knots as she hesitated before finally mustering the courage to push open the door.

As she stepped into the dimly lit room, her eyes fell upon Manson sitting on the edge of the bed, his expression dark and brooding. She felt a chill run down her spine at the sight of him, his presence looming over her like a specter of doom.

"What are you doing here?" Manson's voice was low, sending a shiver of fear through her veins.

Freya swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry as she took a hesitant step forward, her eyes never leaving Manson's imposing figure.

Freya wrapped her hands over her chest as she stood on the spot. stammered her voice barely above a whisper.

Manson stood up abruptly and made his way to meet her. He advanced towards her, his eyes blazing with fury.

"I'll ask the question again. What are you doing in my room, Freya?" Manson's voice was laced with venom, his anger filled the air between them.

Freya took a step back, her heart pounding in her chest as Manson cornered her against the nearest wall, his presence looming over her like a dark shadow.

"You think you can just walk in here and pretend like nothing happened?" Manson's voice was a low growl, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. "You selfish liar, I know this was all your plan. You killed your sister because you want to marry into the Wayne family."

Freya felt a cold sweat break out on her brow as she struggled to comprehend Manson's words. What was he talking about? How can he think of such a thing?

"I... I would never do such a thing to my sister, I only agreed to this marriage because of the business deal." Freya's voice trembled with fear and confusion, as tears rolled down her cheek. She couldn't believe Manson was accusing her of killing her sister.

Manson's lips curled into a sneer of disgust, his gaze boring into hers with a despise and hatred that made her blood run cold.

"Don't play dumb with me, Freya. You know damn well what I'm talking about. It's because of you that your sister is dead," Manson spat, his words like daggers aimed straight at her heart.

Freya felt as though the ground had been ripped out from beneath her feet, her knees growing weak with the weight of Manson's accusation. She struggled to find her voice, to deny the damning accusation that hung in the air. "How could you say such a thing?" She felt the urge to slap him and run away, but she couldn't.

"No, Manson, you're wrong. I had nothing to do with my sister's death," Freya protested, her voice shaking with emotion.

But Manson groaned and pushed her hard against the wall, his anger unyielding as he advanced towards her, his eyes filled with anger.

Freya felt as though the walls were closing in around her, the weight of Manson's accusation crushing her beneath its suffocating embrace. She struggled to find the words to defend herself, to make him see reason, but Manson wasn't ready to listen to whatever she had to say.

"You destroyed my family, Freya. You took everything from me, and now you're going to pay for what you've done," Manson vowed, his voice dripping with malice as he reached out to grab her by the throat, his fingers digging into her flesh with bruising force.

Freya gasped for breath, her vision swimming as she struggled against Manson's strong grip. She felt as though she were drowning in a sea of despair, her world collapsing around her as Manson's accusations echoed in her ears like a death wish.

He pushed her away and she fell to the ground, crying bitterly as he walked away to sit on the bed Freya knew at that moment that her marriage to Manson was going to be her greatest Regret.