She Took The House The Car And My Heart novel Chapter 110

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Chapter 110 Kidnapping Freya

Kristian immediately dismissed the notion, knowing that no one could replace Freya.

“Mr. Shaw?” Gerard called out cautiously.

“Pick up the documents tomorrow morning,” Kristian said curtly, shut down his computer, and grabbed a pen.

He had spent the whole afternoon without finding any feasible solutions.

He was enraged by Freya’s words, yet the idea of her marrying someone else after their divorce stirred a deep, inexplicable agitation within him.

He wanted to erase every man from her life. He wanted her to remember only him.

As Gerard left the office, he felt a tug of inner turmoil.

He knew his boss cared about Freya, but it wasn’t genuine love.

Maybe the divorce was the right move. For Freya, it meant freedom; for Kristian, an opportunity for personal growth.

But for the sake of his own peaceful life, Gerard chose to help Kristian. If there was a chance for reconciliation, he wouldn’t have to endure Kristian’s frequent outbursts.

With that in mind, Gerard decided to call Freya.

But her resolute attitude towards the divorce left him disappointed. It became clear to him that the divorce was unavoidable.

Meanwhile, on Freya’s end, she had just finished packing her essentials for the upcoming divorce proceedings when her phone began to vibrate repeatedly.

She sat on the sofa and picked up her phone to check the flood of notifications.

She started opening them one after the other.

The most active thread was from the group chat with her friends, still alive with ongoing conversations.

Frederick’s message popped up, saying, “Freya, your divorce is set for tomorrow, right?”

Greta remarked, “Staying away from toxic people is good for your health.”

Riley commented, “Congratulations on your upcoming freedom!”

Frederick announced, “I’ve just reached Jeucwell!”

The group chat buzzed with messages tagging Freya, but after scanning and finding nothing of importance, she

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logged off.

Ethel had also sent her a message, which read, “What time will you get back tomorrow? I’ll pick you up at the airport.”

Freya also noticed a message from Frederick. “I’m in Jeucwell. Where are you staying? Send me your address.”

Freya skimmed through most of the messages, which were mostly about her impending divorce.

It surprised her that her friends remembered the date even more than she did.

As she pondered this, a call from Frederick interrupted her thoughts. He sounded enthusiastic as she picked up. “Freya, have you checked the messages? I’m in Jeucwell. Send me your address, and I’ll take you back to Alerith.” “Okay,” Freya responded, promptly sending him her address.

She recalled Trent talking about booking a flight and mentioned this to Frederick, uncertain if there were any seats left.

“That’s not important. I’ll stay in Jeucwell for a few days before I go back.” Frederick chuckled.

“Alright,” Freya said.

After ending the call, she sent Frederick her location.

Just as she finished, the doorbell rang. Without concern for who it might be, she approached the door, ready to handle any unwelcome visitor.

As soon as she opened it, a spray hit her face, and she fell to the floor.

The figure at the door quickly hoisted her over his shoulder and carried her to the underground parking lot.

Two hours later, Freya was taken to a deserted warehouse on the outskirts.

Her mouth was sealed with tape, and thick ropes bound her body. Her eyes were tightly shut because she was still unconscious.

Two men stood before her, looking like any average person who might blend into a crowd.

“Get Ashley Bradley here and let her know the person is here.”

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“Okay.”

Soon, Ashley arrived, dressed in a knitted sweater, her long hair cascading over her shoulders.

Seeing Freya still unconscious, she tightened her fists in frustration.

After a moment of struggle, she asked the two men, “How long before she wakes up?”

“About an hour.” The men who kidnapped Freya were in their forties. They were stocky and appeared well-

trained.

“Once she’s awake, strip her naked and record the process of raping her,” Ashley ordered, her eyes showing a

trace of reluctance. “Let me know when it’s done.”

“No worries, we’re seasoned professionals at this,” one of the men remarked, looking at Ashley. “Miss Bradley, care to join?”

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“I heard she’s married to Kristian Shaw, but whether that’s true, who knows?” the other chimed in, eyes on

Freya.

She was strikingly beautiful, her silent presence radiating a cold elegance.

This was quite a catch.

Ashley, clearly troubled, said sharply, “Just stick to your task.”

She took a deep breath and hardened her resolve. “We’re short on time. Proceed.”

With that, the men removed the tape from Freya’s mouth and loosened the ropes binding her.