She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 901:

“Cut it out!” Freya snapped, clearly unwilling to indulge in whatever madness he was orchestrating. “You’re coming back with me.” As she spoke, she moved toward him.

Since this entire scene was his invention, she doubted the men would dare hurt him for real.

“Don’t move!” one of the men growled, yanking out a knife. “Take another step, and we’ll end him.”

“If you hurt him, you’ll be facing criminal charges yourself,” Freya warned, not slowing her stride. “Walk away now, and we’ll forget this ever happened.”

“I said don’t move!” The blade slashed forward, grazing Kristian’s neck with a vivid red line.

Freya’s eyes flew wide. She halted instantly. How dare they?

“They’re fugitives. High-profile criminals,” Kristian said with unnerving calm, never taking his eyes off her. “They don’t care about consequences. I promised their families a million dollars if today goes according to plan.”

“You’ve completely lost your damn mind!” Freya burst out, rage flaring as she recalled the crimes these men were charged with. Of course, they looked familiar—she had seen their names on the police bulletins.

“Yes, I lost all my senses the moment you said no to me,” Kristian said with a smile so mesmerizing it bordered on tragic.

Freya’s chest tightened. She now had to worry not just about him, but also about stopping these maniacs from hurting him.

“Freya.” His voice turned gentle, almost fragile. His eyes drank her in.

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“If this were my final day, would you say yes to being with me?”

“We’ll talk about this later,” Freya replied carefully, unwilling to risk a straight refusal.

If these men really did follow through with killing Kristian the second she said no, then she’d be carrying that guilt for the rest of her life.

“I’ll give you five seconds,” Kristian pressed her, emotion hidden behind a cold resolve. “If you don’t answer, I’ll take it as a no.”

“Five.”

“Don’t do anything reckless.”

“Four.”

“Kristian!”

“Three.”

“Stop gambling with your life—it’s not worth it.”

“Two.” Kristian kept counting, his voice unwavering.

Freya could see it—he was resolute, not bluffing.

Her eyes darted to the four men. With a swift flick of her wrist, a custom-made playing card appeared like magic in her hand.noveldrama

“One,” Kristian said.

Of course, Freya didn’t give him an answer.

He suddenly wondered—if they stabbed him now, would she mourn? Would she feel regret?

As Freya’s silence hung in the air, the criminals took it as a signal and plunged the knife toward Kristian’s chest. Suddenly, the air split with a sharp sound.

In a blur, the attacker’s hand was severed clean off. The blade dropped uselessly to the floor.

Seizing her moment, Freya lunged forward with precise, deadly grace. The men, now enraged and reckless, forgot about Kristian’s plan entirely.

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