Hudson’s fingers released Freya’s chin, letting her sit back slightly. He returned to his chair, eyes still studying her, a faint smile playing on his lips.

“So,” he said, leaning back, “when exactly do you want to get married?”

Freya didn’t hesitate. “Now, if possible.”

He let out a low laugh, leaning forward, amused. “You have to be joking.”

“No,” Freya said simply, her tone calm, almost indifferent. “I’m ready. If you’re not busy, it would be best if we go ahead and get our marriage registered.”

Hudson’s smirk widened. He liked this boldness, the confidence… It intrigued him. “Sure,” he said finally. “Why not? I’m not doing anything anyways.”

The both of them went to the registry and got their marriage registered.

As they stepped out of the registrar’s office, Hudson turned to her with a teasing tone. “I guess you’re my wife now, Freya… or should I call you Mrs. Lane?”

Freya met his gaze, her expression neutral. “Mr. Hudson, let’s keep in mind that this marriage isn’t based on… anything personal. It’s official, yes, but don’t expect any of us to… get attached. This is purely… a business cooperation.”

Hudson chuckled softly, the corners of his lips curling up. “I see. Noted, Mrs. Lane.”

A black car pulled up beside them. Hudson gestured toward it. “Shall I drop you off?”

Freya shook her head. “No. I’m waiting for my own car.”

“No problem,” Hudson said with a small smile. He waved casually and got into his car.

Freya watched him drive off before her own car arrived. She slid into the seat, closed the door, and let out a small sigh. She had a long way to go.

Meanwhile,Sophie laid on the couch at home, scrolling through her phone. She laughed , watching videos while munching on chips she placed in a bowl. Until something weird flashed across her screen.

Her thumb froze, her eyes widened, her heart slammed against her ribs.

It was a picture posted eleven minutes ago by Freya.

Sophie squinted her eyes, bringing the phone closer to her face.

NOW MRS LANE, written boldly with multiple hearts and blushing emojis beside it and below was a picture of a marriage certificate of Hudson and Freya with their pictures very clear.

Sophie’s breath hitched.

“No… no, no, no…” she whispered, sitting up straight. Her fingers shook as she zoomed in, as if the names would magically change. “This has to be a joke.It can’t be real.”

Her chest tightened painfully.

Freya married Hudson? Freya?

Her voice trembled. “No… Hudson is mine. He’s my fiancé. He’s supposed to be mine. We were supposed to—”

The sound of a car door shutting outside made her jump. It was Freya’s car.

Sophie scrambled to her feet, phone still in hand, and ran downstairs. Her pulse was racing, her palms were sweaty, her mind was spinning so fast she could barely think.

She reached the entrance just as Freya stepped out of her car.

Sophie’s voice tore out of her throat.

“FREYA!”

Freya stopped walking and slowly lifted her eyes to her sister, smirking.

Sophie shoved the phone into Freya’s face. “What is this?! What did you post?! Tell me it’s fake! SAY IT!”

Freya didn’t blink. “It’s real.”

Sophie’s face went pale.

Freya’s voice was steady. “Yes, Sophie. I got married to Hudson.”

Sophie staggered back as if slapped. “Wh—what? You… you WHAT?!”

Freya tilted her head slightly. “You took Chad. So I assumed you didn’t want Hudson anymore. It was only right that I married him in your place.”

Sophie’s mouth dropped open.

Her chest heaved.

“You—you thought—YOU THOUGHT?!” she screamed. “Freya, are you INSANE?! Hudson is my fiancé! MINE! How could you—how DARE you do this?!”

Her eyes filled with rage, betrayal, disbelief all at once, her hands shook violently.

“You stole him from me!” Sophie shrieked. “You thief! You wicked, selfish—”

“You knew you had a fiance but went ahead to take Chad, isn't that cheating? You can't eat your cake and have it Sophie…too much of sugar is bad for your teeth”.

“You bitch—” Sophie grabbed her arm.

She slapped Sophie hard on the face, sending her falling to the ground.

Freya walked past her calmly, not sparing her a second glance.

Her heels clicked steadily on the floor, echoing through the hallway like a countdown.

Behind her, Sophie was still yelling, still screaming, still breaking apart.

This is just the beginning, Sophie.

I will take everything from you,everything you love, everything you desire until you have nothing left. You will crawl to me to spare your pathetic life.

Sophie tried calling Hudson over and over again but it all went to voicemail. She sent him messages but no reply.

Her frustration boiled over. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Freya—her sister—had no right to take what was hers! Hudson was hers, her fiancé, the one she had claimed for herself.

In a fit of desperation, Sophie stormed out of the house and drove straight to Lane Construction company.

“I need to see Hudson Lane! Now!” she barked at the receptionist. “It’s urgent!”

The young woman looked uneasy. “I’m sorry, Ms. Sophie, but Mr. Lane isn’t seeing anyone right now.”

“I don’t care! I will see him. He’s my fiancé!” Sophie snapped, her voice rising. “I won’t leave until I see him!”

The receptionist pressed a button under her desk. “Security, please escort Ms. Sophie out.”

Sophie’s face turned red with fury. “You can’t—he has to see me! I—”

Two security guards stepped forward, gently but firmly taking her by the arms. “Please, Ms. Sophie, you have to leave.”

Sophie struggled, but it was no use. She was escorted out of the building, her heels clacking angrily as she stomped back to her car. Her chest heaved with rage.

This isn’t over, she seethed. Nothing’s over until I get what’s mine.

Back at the John residence, Sophie called a family meeting, storming into the living room with Freya calmly seated on the sofa, her posture composed, hands folded neatly.

“I want them divorced!” Sophie barked, pointing at Freya. “Hudson and Freya! They need to get divorced immediately!”

Freya’s voice was calm, almost chilling in its steadiness. “No. I’m not going to get divorced. I’m already married to Hudson. That’s final.”

Sophie’s hands shook with rage. “You—you can’t do this! You promised! You can’t—he’s mine!”

Freya met her gaze evenly. “He was mine in the first place, I only took back what you owe me”.

“Owe you?” Sophie scoffed

“Yes…Owe me” She unfolded her arms and placed them on her thighs “ An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth…Chad for Hudson”

Sophie screamed in disbelief “ Mom…Dad??”

“That's enough Sophie” their father said “ You knew you were engaged to Hudson but you still went ahead to start a relationship with another man…worse still your sister's. Imagine if the Lane family had found out…it would have said badly of us”

Sophie sobbed, she looked at their mom expecting her help but Mrs John shook her head, she wasn't in support of what Sophie had done.

“I also won’t be giving up my shares or the CEO position. If you want them, you’ll have to earn them.” Freya voiced.

Sophie’s face twisted in disbelief. “Earn them? What do you mean ‘earn them’? You gave everything to me before! I can’t believe you’re doing this. How dare you go against me?”

Their mother, seated on the sofa, gasped softly. “Freya…are you okay? You seem so different from your usual self”

“I’ve changed mom,” Freya said simply, her tone unwavering. “I won’t give away what belongs to me. Not my shares, not my position, and certainly not Hudson. If Sophie wants any of it, she’ll have to work for it herself.”

Sophie’s voice rose, cracking with desperation and fury. “This isn’t fair! You can’t go back on your word! You promised me those shares! You promised!”

Her father’s expression was tight, frustrated but calm. “Sophie… there’s nothing we can do. Freya has every right to her position, and Hudson… there’s nothing we can do about him either.”

Sophie whirled toward him, rage and panic colliding in her expression. “Nothing you can do? Do you even hear yourselves?! This isn’t how it’s supposed to happen! Freya! I—”

Freya rose, walking towards Sophie. Sophie stepped back instinctively.

“It's all my fault little sis” Freya said tucking Sophie's black hair behind her ears, just as Sophie had done before she pushed her off the roof . “I spoilt you too much and you ended up like this…but you don't have to worry” she leaned in closer and whispered in Sophie's ear “ I am going to correct that”. Then Freya walked up the stairs and to her room.

Sophie stood in that spot for a moment, her chest heaving, eyes wild with anger and disbelief. She looked to their parents, searching for support, but their expressions were unreadable,quiet, resigned, and a little fearful of the new Freya.

“This isn’t over,” Sophie hissed, her voice trembling. “It’s not over.”

Freya smiled from up the stairs, Sophie's world would crash and burn to the ground

Freya folded the last blouse into her suitcase and zipped it shut. Her movements were calm, almost too calm, the room silent except for the soft sound of her breath.

It’s right that I leave, she thought. I’m his wife now. And if I stay here with Sophie… I might end up doing something I can’t take back.

She lifted her bags, turned toward the door—

And it swung open.

Sophie walked in first, eyes widening when she saw the luggage. Chad followed behind her, wearing his usual smug expression.

“Freya?” Sophie blinked. “What are you doing? What’s all this?”

Freya didn’t bother hiding it. “I’m moving out.”

Chad let out a sharp laugh. “Of course you are. Running away after stealing your sister’s fiancé, hmm?”

Freya didn’t answer.

Sophie stepped forward, voice trembling with fake concern. “Freya… you can’t be serious. That picture you posted—was that actually real? You married Hudson?” Her voice cracked in disbelief. “Tell me it’s a joke. Please.”

Freya stared at her blankly. “It’s not a joke. I married him.”

Sophie staggered back a step. “No… no, that’s not possible. Hudson is mine. He’s my fiancé—”

“You took Chad,” Freya said flatly. “So I assumed you didn’t want Hudson anymore. It was only right that someone married him in your place.”

Chad barked a laugh. “Listen to her. Acting innocent. You married him because you’re jealous. Because Sophie chose me instead of you. Pathetic.”

Freya tilted her head. “Jealous? Of what?”

“You know what I mean,” Chad said, stepping closer with that same arrogant smirk. “You couldn’t handle Sophie being better than you, so you ran to her fiancé like the cheap slut you are.”

Sophie slapped his arm lightly. “Chad! Don’t say that—”

“What?” Chad snapped. “It’s the truth.”

Freya’s eyes sharpened. “If anyone is a slut, it would be Sophie.”

Sophie’s head snapped up. “Freya!”

Freya continued calmly, “I was only following in her footsteps.”

A stunned silence.

Sophie’s mouth fell open. “How dare you talk to me like that?! I’m your older sister!”

“Then act like one,” Freya replied without blinking.

Chad scoffed. “Look at you. Acting bold because you married into money? You think Hudson actually wants you? You think he won’t throw you out when he gets bored? Don’t fool yourself. You’re nothing, Freya. Absolutely nothing.”

Freya didn’t flinch. Not once.

Sophie grabbed Chad’s arm but kept her eyes on her sister. “Freya… why are you even leaving? Where are you going?”

“To my husband’s house,” Freya said simply.

Sophie’s voice trembled. “So what, you’re really doing this? You’re really leaving me for him?”

Freya lifted her bag. “You left me first.”

That hit Sophie harder than any insult.

Sophie’s eyes filled with anger. “How could you do this to me? How could you take him?!”

“You didn’t want him,” Freya said. “You chose Chad.”

Sophie pointed a shaking finger at her. “That doesn’t matter! Hudson is mine! He was mine! You had no right—”

Chad interrupted, smirking. “Relax, Sophie. Let her go. She’s embarrassing herself.”

Freya walked toward the doorway.

Sophie moved in front of her. “No! You’re not walking out of here without explaining yourself properly! You owe me that!”

Freya stared at her. “I don’t owe you anything.”

And she pushed Sophie gently aside.

Sophie gasped as Freya brushed past her.

Chad snapped, “Watch where you’re going!”

Freya didn’t turn around.

Sophie shouted after her, voice breaking, “Freya! Freya! You can’t do this! You can’t just take everything from me!”

Freya paused at the door… just for a heartbeat.

Then she walked out.

Sophie froze, breath shaking, eyes filling with rage that seemed to burn her skin.

“Chad…” she whispered. “She—she can’t get away with this. She can’t.”

Chad wrapped an arm around her shoulders with a smirk. “Calm down, baby. Let the loser leave. Hudson won’t keep her long. He’ll realize what she is.”

Sophie shoved him away hard. “Shut up!”

Chad stumbled back. “What is your problem?!”

“You think this is funny?!” Sophie screamed. “You think I’m just going to let her walk away with everything?! Hudson, the position, the shares—everything? Chad, she took everything from me!”

Chad raised his hands mockingly. “Oh, so now it’s my problem too?”

“It is your problem!” Sophie snapped. “You pushed her. You insulted her. You made it worse!”

Chad scoffed. “I didn’t marry Hudson. She did. Blame her.”

Sophie’s face twisted with fury. “I will. I’ll blame her. And I’ll make her regret every second of it.”

“Oh? What are you gonna do?” Chad crossed his arms. “Cry until she gives him back?”

Sophie glared at him with pure hatred. “No. I’m going to destroy her. Completely.”

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Sophie stormed out, breathing hard.

You will pay for this, Freya, she thought viciously.

I won’t let you live peacefully. Not after taking him from me. Not after taking everything.

Chad watched her go, shaking his head with amusement. “Crazy family,” he muttered.

Meanwhile, Freya’s steps were steady as she left the building.

She didn’t look back.

She didn’t have to.

The war had already begun.