Freya's POV
"Who asked for your help?" The words escaped my lips like venom, each syllable dripping with contempt. "Stop flattering yourself. Even if you shoved that money in my face, I wouldn't touch a single bill. Using your dirty cash to buy back my mother's bracelet would be an insult to her memory."
Jasper Tristan's voice cracked with wounded pride and fury. "Freya, when did you become so heartless?"
"Heartless?" I let out a bitter laugh. "My words might sting, but they're nothing compared to what you've done to me."
I slammed the phone down before he could say another word.
My hands trembled with rage. Every fiber of my being wanted to scream, to break something, to make the world feel even a fraction of the pain burning through my chest.
But as the anger slowly cooled, dread crept in to take its place.
