She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 658:

He shut his eyes, trying to compose himself, running through every possible outcome if Brendan had truly played his trump card. The worst-case scenario? The island locked down entirely—Brendan’s men everywhere. No way in or out.

If that happened, Freya would be in real danger.

From the moment she destroyed the tracker, Ellis knew she hadn’t planned on making it out.

If she were alone, she’d have already wounded Brendan and hurled herself off that cliff.

But Ashley was there now. And Kristian was on his way.

She couldn’t be reckless. They were innocent. And she needed Brendan alive. He had answers her organization couldn’t afford to lose.

Freya’s mind raced with possibilities. But with so many armed men and Brendan’s volatile temperament, there wasn’t a single path that felt safe. Not one.

“Ms. Briggs, are you pleased with your new surroundings?” Brendan stood tall, dressed in a sleek camel coat, one hand casually gripping a pink suitcase.

Freya’s eyes drifted to the suitcase.

Something told her the grudge Brendan held against Kristian had everything to do with whoever that pink suitcase once belonged to.

Keeping her voice even, she met his gaze and replied, “Illegal weapons, a private army—you do know those charges alone could lock you away for a long, long time, don’t you?”

“I’m aware,” Brendan replied, utterly unfazed, “but what of it?”

Freya’s brow tensed just slightly. This was going to be difficult.

“Sir, he’s arrived,” a guard announced, approaching briskly.

Brendan’s lips curled, a subtle smirk tugging at the corners. “Bring him.”

And just like that, Kristian was led forward.

He wore nothing but a white shirt, pale from the cold, yet he carried himself with the kind of commanding presence that made the entire space feel like it belonged to him.

Freya’s eyes locked onto his. Kristian looked back.noveldrama

No words passed between them.

After confirming Freya was unharmed, Kristian turned to Brendan and cut to the chase.

Even though he was the one taken hostage, he carried himself with the quiet command of a man still in control, as if the entire room answered to him. “I’m here now. Care to explain what this is all about?”

“Gladly,” Brendan answered, smiling.

But just as Kristian opened his mouth again, he caught sight of a gun being raised—aimed directly at Freya’s head.

His eyes darkened, and his voice cut through the tension like ice. “Let her go.”

“I will,” Brendan said smoothly, twirling a dagger in his other hand before offering it to him. “Take this and cut your left wrist. The blood needs to cover that stone over there. Only then will she be released.” He pointed at a spot outlined in red.

Kristian’s eyes followed the motion. “And if I do it, she walks free?”

“That’s the deal,” Brendan nodded.

Without hesitation, Kristian reached for the dagger.

Freya suddenly understood something and tried to stop him. “Kristian, don’t do it!”

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