Freya slept for an entire day in the hospital before finally coming to.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she was assaulted by the mighty crash of someone kicking the door to the ward open.

Magnus stormed up to her and hissed, “I was the one who pushed you down the stairs, so why did you have my grandfather punish Ifrit?

“He made her kneel on those shards of broken glass!”

“I didn’t…” Freya began, but Magnus was not interested in hearing her explanation.

He seized her by the neck with such force that she was convinced he was trying to strangle her.

“Do you think I’ll marry you just because you tried to chase Ifrit away with your nasty scheme?

“As if! I’ll never marry you in this lifetime! Even if Ifrit wasn’t around, I would never be with a foul woman like you.”

Freya turned pale.

She knew how he felt, so there was no need for him to remind her of that.

“I won't marry—”

She was just about to tell Magnus what she had in mind when someone suddenly came into the room.

“Mr. Harett? Miss Lovewell is awake. She’s been crying and is asking to see you.”

Magnus immediately lost his patience with Freya and shoved her away.

Then, he shot her a severe glare.

“Mark my words. I won’t let anyone get away with hurting Ifrit,” he warned.

“If you ever hurt her again, I will make sure you get it back in a hundredfold.”

Then he motioned for his men to take Freya away.

They dragged her out of the hospital and threw her into a pit dug into the soil.

Shortly after that, she heard a mighty crash followed by countless shards of broken glass raining down on her from above.

She barely had time to dodge and ended up getting cut apart by the shards.

Her previous wounds opened up again and trickled fresh blood.

She looked sickly and pale, but she still had to drag herself out of the pit while crying the entire time.

It took her over an hour to climb out.

She was still covered in blood and recovering from her daze when Magnus’s subordinate put a phone to her ear.

She heard Magnus's tender voice speaking to Ifrit, “I punished Freya for you. I hope you’re happy with that.”

Ifrit answered feebly, “Are you sure she’s okay? It must have hurt.”

“So what? It’s not like she doesn’t deserve it.”

Every word he uttered hurt Freya more than she could describe.

She gasped for air while feeling a furious jerk deep inside her heart. Her consciousness was fading away, and she soon plunged into the darkness.

After what seemed like ages, she slowly came to.

It was Magnus's determined cry that snapped her out of her sleep.

“I will never love Freya, let alone marry her!"

“Shut your mouth!” Frederic shouted as he slammed the table violently.

“If it wasn’t for her parents’ investment, the Haretts would have been doomed!

“We owe them a debt, and what you’re doing now is despicable and ungrateful! Don’t you know the family rules that—”

“The family rules state that the cost of leaving the family is to break an arm and be disowned for good,” Magnus finished for him.

“Well, as you are aware…” Frederic said solemnly, but before he could finish, Magnus looked into his eyes and declared firmly, “I accept the terms.”

Then he brutally snapped his left arm.

The horrifying sound of bones cracking filled the room.

He dropped to the ground while the color drained from his face.

He looked up at Frederic, his eyes red. “Now, can I pursue my love for Ifrit?”

Frederic was stunned.

Freya curled up and cried.

Ever since Magnus was three years old, his family had been educating him and preparing him to take up the reins of the family business.

He was destined to succeed the family, but he had given it all away just like that.

Freya realized Magnus loved Ifrit, but she never expected it to such an extent.

Frederic was similarly astounded.

“Do you love her that much?” he asked quietly.

“Yes,” Magnus replied calmly despite the pain.

“Ever since she rescued me from the lake five years ago, she has dominated my every waking thought. I will never fall in love with anyone else.”

Five years ago? It was Freya who saved him!

At the time, Freya had just arrived at the Haretts’ and saw Magnus fall into the lake.

She jumped in without a care for how cold the lake was in autumn. She was intent on rescuing him.

She even cut her waist against a branch, which permanently scarred her body.

She was overwhelmed with emotion and tried to crawl out of bed to tell Magnus the truth of what had happened.

It was then that Magnus suddenly declared again, “Don’t make me marry Freya again. I will never love her. Never!”

Freya was not prepared for the tremendous impact of his words.

It hit her like a sucker punch and knocked the wind out of her.

She clutched her chest tightly and could almost hear the sound of her heart breaking as the pieces plunged into the abyss.

Over the next few days, Magnus made a point of bringing Ifrit with him whenever they attended formal events.

It was his way of publicizing their relationship.

Although Freya did not want to pay attention to it, she would receive constant notifications on her phone because it was a trending topic on the news.

[Mr. Harett splurged a fortune at auction, just to make his lady happy!]

[Mr. Harett went on a pilgrimage and climbed ten thousand steps to obtain a talisman for his lady!]

[Mr. Harett had a diamond ring custom-made and is looking to propose soon…]

Freya tightened the strap on the wooden box lying out in front of her and smiled bitterly.

Magnus was doing everything she had done for him in the past.

Very well then, Magnus.

She lowered her eyes and went through the humiliating ritual of putting away everything she worked so hard to get for him in the past. This included the lucky charms she gathered and the dance shoes she bought when trying to learn to dance for him.

There were even thick sheets of recipes from when she had learned how to cook.

When she looked at her open wardrobe, she was nearly blinded by all the dresses that glowed radiant white.

A housemaid walked by just as she started tossing out each garment.

“Miss Stein! Why are you throwing them away? Don’t you like them anymore?” she cried out.

It was Magnus who liked them, not her.

She found it ridiculous that she had worn so many white dresses just to please him.

It was only later that she realized Magnus never liked white dresses, but he enjoyed seeing Ifrit in them.

“I just don't like them anymore. I don't like anything anymore,” she grunted in reply.

Just then, Magnus appeared behind her.

“What did you say?” he asked gravely.

She opened her mouth to speak, but he interrupted her crossly, “Whatever you say has nothing to do with me, just mind your own business and don’t bother Ifrit.

“If you behave, my family will not mistreat you.”

Then he handed her an invitation.

“This is an invitation to Ifrit's birthday party. She wants you to attend. You know what to do.”

The party was set ten days from now, also the day she was set to be married.

“I’m not available.”

Magnus paused for a moment.

Then a cold look filled his eyes.

“I can’t believe that you haven’t given up.

“Even if you plan a wedding with my grandfather, you know I will never attend it.

“Well… Suit yourself,” he said as he tossed the invitation at her before leaving.

Freya stared at him and murmured to herself, “I had given up a long time ago.”

After sorting everything out, she put all of her belongings on a second-hand market.

They were all sold within five minutes.

She was going to have a courier deliver them, but since the buyer was located only a short distance from her, nobody would accept the delivery ticket.

She decided she would deliver it herself.

When she arrived at the club, she walked along a dim corridor, and at one point, she heard a familiar voice coming from inside a private room.

It was Ifrit and her friends.

“You finally landed Mr. Harett, Ifrit! Looks like all your hard work has paid off,” a friend remarked enviously.

“If you sell all of this, it should be more than enough to pay off your debt!”

“Of course,” Ifrit said carelessly as she lit a cigarette.

“This is not even half of it. Magnus gave me more than this.”

They were all impressed as they flocked around her.

Then one of them suddenly blurted out, “You owe millions of dollars, don’t you? What will you do if Magnus ends up marrying Freya because of family pressure?”

“What is there to be worried about? There’s plenty more rich men out there,” Ifrit laughed.

“Besides, Magnus is completely obsessed with me. If he does end up marrying her, I’ll just fake an accident, maybe slit my wrist. I’m sure he’ll drop everything for me.”

Freya was flabbergasted.

So this was the explanation behind Ifrit slitting her wrist inside the master bedroom she shared with Magnus.

If Magnus realized it was all a ruse, would he still hold the same amount of resentment toward Freya?

Freya felt a wave of emotion rush to her head and distractedly bumped against the door.

Ifrit was very keen and noticed it instantly.

She hurriedly stepped outside and did a double-take the moment she recognized Freya.

When she got a handle on her emotions, she regarded Freya with a brazen look and barely bothered to hide her contempt.

“Did you hear everything? Are you going to tell Magnus what you heard so he will give up on being with me?

“I doubt he’ll even believe you?”

Freya's expression darkened too.

“What makes you so sure that he would still want you?”

Ifrit frowned at the provocation.

Before she could say something, she spotted a familiar figure appearing at the end of the corridor.

She shoved Freya away before throwing herself to the ground.

Magnus ran to her as fast as he could and wrapped her in his arms.

He barely noticed Freya standing there.

Ifrit wept and timidly wrapped her arms around his neck while throwing glances at Freya.

“Miss Stein was begging me to leave you, Mr. Harett! And when I said no, she pricked me with a needle.

“She was saying something about how she had a lot of men waiting in line for me. I feel like I'm burning up, am I going to die?”

Magnus looked at her flushed cheeks and turned to confront Freya, his eyes manic.

“How dare you drug her! I didn’t think you would be this evil!” he yelled.

At the contempt in his eyes, Freya suddenly recalled how much he had abused her in her past life.

“I didn't do anything! You can check the surveillance camera footage!” she protested.

The moment Ifrit noticed Magnus glancing at the camera, she began to panic.

“Did you think I would use that kind of drug on myself?

“Are you going to check the footage? Why? Don’t you trust me?”

Magnus was convinced by her tears and proceeded to assure her, “Of course, I trust you. Forget about the cameras.”

“Ugh, it's so hot in here…,” Ifrit said in response.

Suddenly, her eyes took on a glassy look as she tilted her head for a kiss.

It was hard to read the look that came over Magnus as he immediately carried her into the adjacent room.

“What’s going to happen to Miss Stein?” she asked as she grabbed his arm.

“Maybe she only did this to me because of a misunderstanding, we—”

“Now that you mention it…” Magnus began as he turned to Freya.

“You said she had some men lined up for you? Where are they?”

Ifrit gestured timidly at the room at the end of the corridor.

Freya noticed the glacial look in Magnus’s eyes.

She felt her chest tighten with an ominous feeling that something bad was about to happen.

Just as she expected, Magnus suddenly announced, “Since she was the one who made the arrangements, she should enjoy them herself.”

His men seized Freya in an instant.

“No!” Freya squirmed desperately.

“You can't do this to me, Magnus!

“You’re going to regret this!”

Magnus paused.

“My only regret is being too kind to you and giving you a chance to hurt Ifrit again,” he said without even looking at her.

Then he took Ifrit and left Freya all alone to fend for herself.

Freya found herself shoved into a dark room.

She clenched a hand over a painful spot in her shoulder and soon felt the strength drained out of her body.

There was a mysterious heat emanating from her body as it engulfed her.

Ifrit must have drugged her when she shoved Freya!

Countless hands emerged from the darkness and began to touch her.

“Miss Lovewell is right, she sure is a looker.”

“I’m going to go first, I can’t wait anymore.”

“Take it easy, don’t forget what Miss Lovewell told us. We can do anything to her as long as we keep her alive!”

Then, countless pairs of grimy hands began to tear at her clothes.