She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 77 Weren't You Aware Of Their Friendship

Freya had just wrapped up her conversation with Kristian and even pressed a swift kiss to Charlie's cheek. Kristian, seething with a silent rage that seemed to boil his very blood, was jolted awake by the disturbance. Irritated, he flicked his eyes to his phone, checking the time. The glowing digits showed it was only five in the morning. Sighing deeply, he massaged his weary temples, his fingers tracing circles of weariness. With a huff, he grabbed his coat and strode over to the room where Liam was dozing. Pushing the door open with more force than necessary, Kristian's shadow fell over Liam. In a single, fluid motion, he nudged Liam off the bed.

This time around, his sleep could be noticeably more peaceful.

Liam hit the floor with a thud, his confusion painting his face in the dim light. What had just happened? And why on earth was he lying on the floor?

These questions barely had time to form in his groggy mind before he dismissed them, too drowsy to care. He simply rolled over and nestled into the plush, warm carpet, finding comfort.

As dawn broke, Farrah's eyes fluttered open first.

With the early signs of pregnancy ebbing into a phase of unpredictable sleep patterns, she found herself waking up with the sun more often than not. After freshening up and slipping into her day clothes, she made her way downstairs.

Settled in the living room, she was busy thumbing through messages on her phone when a cold, displeased voice cut through the morning stillness. "Why are you here?"

Farrah paused, her heart skipping a beat.

She looked up to find Felipe standing in the doorway, his expression unreadable but his eyes sharp with an icy disapproval.

in that instant, her face mirrored a flicker of uncertainty, and she instinctively stood up from the sofa, as if readying herself for confrontation.

“.....” she began, her voice faltering. The sight of Felipe's stern face reminded her of the task he had previously assigned to her

"How could I have been so blind to your tricks? You even managed to slip into a private gathering." Felipe's misunderstanding brewed a storm within him as he stepped closer, his presence chilling "What are you up to? Is it Kristian you're after, or are you getting involved with Trent Seymour and Liam, too?"

Farrah hurried to clarify, shaking her head gently. "Actually, Mr. Seymour instructed me to come and take care

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His anger erupted like a sudden gust, voice hard and cutting. "He just snaps his fingers, and you rush over like a loyal servant? Tell me, did you sleep in his room all night?"

"No Farrah responded sharply, desperate to crush the swirling assumptions. "He needed my help with..."

"Did you get rid of the child?" Felipe interjected ruthlessly, his tone hollow, eyes locked on hers with an intensity that weighed down the air between them.

Farrah's posture tensed, an instinctive reaction making her take a cautious step back.

It seems you couldn't do it," Felipe noted, his voice eerily calm yet oppressively cold.

Retreating another step, Farrah faced him squarely, her voice trembling but firm. "This child is mine. You have no right to force me to get rid of it.”

Felipe's retort was laced with scorn. "And when you were betraying me, did you think about that?” His stare was piercing voice dripping with derision. "Don't worry, I'll make sure it's taken care of myself. And don't think threatening to end your life will stop me this time."

This time, he was resolute, his tolerance worn thin, determined not to let her get what she wanted.

Farrah was losing her composure, her thoughts crashing into one another. "Go ahead, I dare you!"

Felipe's response was a cold, challenging smirk. "Just wait and see." His eyes, usually warm and engaging when in the company of others like Kristian, now blazed with a chilling intensity.

Farrah's voice cracked, the words struggling for power. "If you dare harm my child, I will despise you until my last breath. Her threat hung flimsy and unconvincing in the air, a desperate bluff she knew held no sway over Chim

A sharp ache twisted in Felipe's chest, a fleeting sign of inner turmoil, yet his expression was stone-impassive with a veneer of icy amusement. "Despise me

all you want," he retorted evenly, his voice a low growl. "That child has no place in my world."

With calculated calm, he pulled out his phone and dialed swiftly, directing his assistant to get a private hospital ready for an urgent procedure-an abortion. He announced that he would be bringing Farrah there shortly

Farrah's heart seized with panic. She could tell Felipe's decisions were set in stone, his will unyielding.

Trapped in the sprawling, secluded suburbs, escape was a fantasy.

The villa, brimming with his allies, offered no refuge. There was nobody she could trust, nobody to whom she could turn for help.

And Freya Freya had suffered enough at Kristian's hands. Farrah's resolve hardened; she could not, would not, drag her friend deeper into this nightmare.

Felipe's voice cut through her thoughts, icy and commanding. "So, Farrah, do we need to do this the hard way, or will you come quietly?" His footsteps echoed ominously, each one like a hammer to Farrah's fragile heart, igniting a suffocating fear and a desperate urge to escape.

"You can't just decide to terminate this pregnancy," Farrah stated, her eyes brimming with urgency, her fingers clutching her phone so tightly that her knuckles turned white. "You are the father."

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Felipe let out a derisive scoff.

The scorn in his gaze intensified as he gently caressed her chilled cheek. "I was overseas on business during that time. How the hell could you possibly be carrying my child?

Tears welled up in Farrah's eyes, her lips trembling as she fought back sobs.

"If you get rid of this child and remain loyally at my side, I'll give you everything you desire. Fame? I can make that happen too." His fingers, surprisingly warm, brushed away her tears, his voice softening to a coaxing whisper.

Farrah shook her head defiantly, her resolve hardening.

She didn't crave the allure of fame, nor did she wish to remain ensnared by his side. All she yearned for was the life blossoming within her.

"Just listen to me," Felipe muttered, his voice a dangerous blend of temptation and threat as he stepped closer. "Let's go to the hospital together."

"I won't go," Farrah declared firmly, stepping back to put space between them. A wave of panic washed over her, more intense than ever before.

Felipe's hand lingered in the air, still warm from their contact, his eyes darkening, his tone chilling. "Don't make me do something we'll both regret."

Farrah held her ground, refusing to back down.

At that moment, Trent made his way down the stairs.

Amid the strained air that hung palpably between them, he didn't probe too deeply

and instead ventured, "How's Freya doing?"

"She just woke up. She was still sleeping when I got out of bed," Farrah responded with a calm demeanor, though a flicker of contemplation crossed her face.

Felipe, catching snippets of their exchange, shifted his gaze from one to the other, piecing together that Farrah had been tasked by Trent to look after Freya.

A question nagged at him-what was Kristian doing last night? Wasn't he

supposed to be the one caring for his wife?

"Thanks for stepping in last night," Trent chimed in, his tone courteous and his attire sharp in a well-tailored

suit.

Farrah brushed off his gratitude with a light-hearted, "It was no big deal."

Yet, Felipe's mood soured once more. What did she mean by "no big deal"? What exactly was going on between her and Trent? And why would she agree to tend to Freya, a woman she barely knew, merely on Trent's say-so? "Rumors had always swirled around you, claiming your indifference towards women, but it looks like they were wrong." Felipe mused aloud with a casual air that belied the keen sharpness in his eyes. "I never took you for someone with such a bunch of close female friends, Seymour."

Trent's expression clouded with confusion.

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Across him, Farrah found herself at a loss for words, What the hell was wrong with Felipe?

"What exactly brought you and Farrah together?” Felipe inquired, his piercing gaze locking onto Trent with an intensity that seemed to cut through the air.noveldrama

Trent, ever astute, picked up on the undercurrents swirling between Felipe and Farrah. He responded smoothly, his voice calm but edged with a hint of amusement, "Farrah happens to be a friend of Freya's, and since Freya and I have known each other for a long time, that's how we met."

Felipe's expression turned to stone.

Farrah and Freya were friends?

"Weren't you aware of their friendship?" Trent teased, reveling slightly in the unfolding drama. His voice was even, but the sharp glint in his eye betrayed his enjoyment.

"Of course, I knew," Felipe countered swiftly, his voice devoid of hesitation. His casual dismissal belied the tightness around his eyes: "I merely didn't anticipate your... unique approach to forming friendships. Do you make it a point to know all of Freya's friends?"

"More or less," Trent replied, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth. His tone was effortless and genuine.

The history between him and Freya was deep-they were childhood friends, woven into the fabric of each other's lives along with a shared circle of friends. Farrah was the exception, the only friend Freya had made in recent years.

Felipe felt an overwhelming urge to peer into Trent's mind. How could he manage such straightforwardness, such composure, under the weight of his words?

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She Took The House, The Car, And My Heart