She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 659:

The pink suitcase. The wrist-cutting. Dora Isle.

It all came together.

This wasn’t about power or politics—Brendan was after revenge. For a girl.

“Brendan, I know what this is really about,” Freya said sharply. “And honestly, don’t you think this is all just a little childish?”

“Calling it childish just proves you’ve misunderstood,” Brendan replied coldly. He clearly didn’t buy it. His gaze shifted to Kristian, whose hand hovered uncertainly in mid-air, and he added, “I’ll count to three. If that blade doesn’t slice, Freya’s the one who’ll pay the price.”

Kristian looked at Freya again.

She saw Natasha returning from the sea, and in that split second, a bold, dangerous idea flashed in her mind.

She met Kristian’s eyes.

That look—it made him second-guess his instincts. Could he really be reading her right?noveldrama

“Three!” Brendan began the count.

Freya kept signaling with her eyes.

At that moment, Kristian understood her meaning. He reached for the dagger in Brendan’s hand.

Then, in one fluid motion, he flipped it around and drove the blade right up to Brendan’s throat.

“Mr. Hoffman!” the guards cried, panicked.

Brendan lifted his hand to halt them, that sly smile of his twisting into something a little more unhinged—wild, almost manic.

He ran his fingers along the handle of the pink suitcase with unsettling ease, his voice low and mocking as he drawled, “You really think this little stunt can shake me? Kristian Shaw, you’re far too naive.”

𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢: ⳑ𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒𝖼𝗈𝗺

Brendan spoke each word with slow, deliberate clarity.

He didn’t even flinch at the dagger pressed against his throat—his voice cold and commanding as he barked, “Break Freya’s legs!”

“If anyone touches her,” Kristian said through gritted teeth, “I’ll kill him on the spot.”

Kristian shoved the blade even closer.

But his threat didn’t shake the bodyguards in the slightest.

Like lifeless machines, they raised their guns and aimed straight at Freya’s legs.

In a flash, Freya sprang into action—snatching the gun from the man beside her and knocking him to the ground with a swift kick. Seizing the chaos, she shoved Ashley toward the cliff and shouted down to Natasha, “Get her safely back to Alerith!”

“What about you?” Natasha cried out, startled. That was when it hit her—Freya was K.

The moment Natasha had stepped outside the signal-blocked zone on the yacht, she’d opened her laptop to track her mentor—only to stumble across a letter that left her stunned.

That’s when the truth dawned on her: Freya was K, the mentor she’d been searching for.

Haunted by Brendan’s words, Natasha had rushed back to save Freya. But now, Freya had shoved Ashley down toward her, yet hadn’t followed.

Natasha called her name again, but all she got in return was the fading outline of her figure.

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