FREMACruel. He was so fucking cruel that it made me want to tear off all the hair on his empty head. How could he do this? He used my naivety against me, tricked me into having sex with him. Eron Castile was really bent on being my enemy, he was playing his part so well. When I dialed his number after talking to Liam, he ordered that those filthy people be brought closer to him. Soon, I was redirected to a video call. I picked up and there, was my family. Each gagged, tied and tortured. They looked so hungry and I wondered if he bothered to feed them. "What is this, Eron? You promised to let me see them." I asked him, tears brimming in my eyes. He smirked. "And here they are. You asked to see and talk to your family, I was kind enough to consider your request but I'm not so stupid, princess. I know your limits." He answered me before adding finally, "Go on."I blinked and the tears fell, making me wipe at them frantically. No, no, he's not supposed to see how hurt I was. "I-- Um

FREMAIt was now a week since I got Arsen and dad back. Arsen hadn't also known about the baby and was blown when he heard. But the house still seemed empty, mom was not here. And also, we had to sell some stuff to pay some bills. Believe it or not, Eron had rendered the entire Michealson empire penniless. That was almost impossible, considering my both parents' influence in the country but somehow he just managed to do it. Arsen asked me to resign from my job because I was being used like a messenger and not a Michealson, and the company was poor compared to where I was supposed to work. Well, I was rejected there because dad's money supply ended, everyone in the country now seemed against us. It was going to be okay, though. I had a plan in progress, which was going to knock big boy off his royal balance. "Frema! Your dad has a lead on your mother's whereabouts!" Riley screamed excitedly and I scrambled off my bed, rushing to the family lounge. "Dad, Riley said.." My remaining wor

FREMAYou know that feeling? The one you get when a part of you is slowly dying? It was supposed to happen, always. Villains were meant to be defeated, it was the end deal. But why did I feel like every bit of life in me was being sucked away as he lay there, hardly breathing, eyes closed and lips slightly parted. Sirens blared distantly but my senses were clouded, memories flooding back. From the start, he'd never intentionally hurt me. He'd try to protect me every time, he'd make me feel.. wanted. He had done many bad things but he didn't deserve to die. Well, maybe he did but I wasn't ready to lose him. As stupid as I sounded, I didn't want the victory. Mom was saved, he didn't have to be carried away by the cops and most of all, he didn't have to lose his life. I should save him. "Arsen, he's losing blood.. We have to get him to the hospital," I voiced out, trying to get him on his ass at least. "Are you out of your mind, Frema? He's even better off dead! Mom is at the hospital

FREMAI woke up to the door being kicked open with a loud bang. I jerked up to a sitting position as the intruder came forward. --Arsen. And he looked mad. I gulped. "I'm really sorry, I know I should've.. I.." I stopped talking, knowing there was no reasonable excuse for sleeping with Arsen's.. No, The Michealson's arch enemy. Arsen swallowed, his eyes set on anywhere but me as I clutched the sheets to my chest, more embarrassed than I had ever been in my life. "Where's that bastard?" He asked calmly. "He's.. I don't know. I don't where he is, Arsen. I just.. Could you leave, please?" I begged, my vision clouding with unshed tears. He looked me over for a while before turning and banging the door shut behind him. Then the tears fell. He had left again, no note, no goodbye conversation, nothing. I was so stupid to think he cared that much about me just because he did what? Spread my legs apart and fucked me gently? Such a fool. You're such a fool, Fremantle Michealson. A fool f

NOT SO SLIGHT CHANGE: THIRD PERSON POV, going forward.FIVE YEARS LATER:She hurriedly packed bags and lunch, her phone wedged between her ear and shoulder. "Yes, Mrs Brown. I'm so sorry for the delay, we'll handle it and I promise you it's going to be ready as soon as possible.. Thank you ma'am.. Yeah, see you soon." She hung up, tossing the cellphone into her purse. They were going to be so late. Her boss was a kind man but she didn't want to test his limits. "Get down now! Keep that, please.. You're gonna hurt yourself. No! Don't play with that either. Just sit, please. Sit." She was always issuing instructions. She zipped the last bag finally and bent to strap her heels to her feet. Little hands dragged her, telling her tiny nippets about the previous day which she randomly responded to, smiling and nodding as often as she could. The doorbell rang and she mentally cursed hell as she hurried towards it. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" She yelled after the third ring. She reached the d