TYCOON SYSTEM: THE INCREDIBLE BILLIONAIRE

How dare you?

After that shameful day at the court, Freya never spoke to him again. In fact, they were worse than room mates living in the same house.

She ignored him, never replied his greeting and just hated him. She has every right to be mad at him and he understood too. She has warned him to back down from this madness right from time and he didn't agree, he didn't listen to her and ended up dragging her into shame.

Worst of all, paparazzi had captured her pale face that day at the court and had spread it all over the web, tagging her as a woman that tried to steal from Tyler in disguise of rape.

The pain of that night haunted her anytime she saw any news that wasn't true about her. She felt like hitting Lucas anytime she saw him, anytime she pictured that night…

Lucas on the other hand was a sorry scared cat. He had been humbled flawlessly and now, he had to beg his angry wife to even look at him once again without shedding tears.

If it was possible, he would have moved out from the house just for this period so she could get over it.

However, he had also been planning on how to make her happy and that was when he was invited for a grand ball that was going to take place in the heart of New York.

This was his best shot at making Freya happy again and he knew he had to show dominance in that place, just the way he did at the first one, or even better.

That night, when he got back home. He found her covered in tears, her face buried in her pillows.

His heart shattered to the pieces as her pain pricked him. He felt every bit of it in him. It's not enough that she was almost raped and assaulted which she blamed was his fault, he still dragged her to shame.

The bed creaked softly as he sat calmly, his arms wrapped around her head but she fought hard to push him away but he didn't let her go. He held her firmly and pressed her head to his chest, despite how hard she struggled to get away and hit him.

She finally relaxed and found peace in his body.

“I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything, Freya. It was all my fault. I should've listened to you, my dear…”

She ignored him at first and finally looked at him with a cold grin.

“Get away from me!”

He held her firmly as she struggled, screaming in pain.

The night was a tough one, but he had won her to his side and convinced her to make it up to her at the upcoming ball.

He has been preparing for this event for a very long time now just so he'll be ready and not be outshined. The main purpose of all these occasions were just to showcase wealth and power tussles.

The air was filled with activities. The blaring sound of the music filled the area, synchronized with the endless chatter, the clicking of glasses and heels against the floor, creating an atmosphere of chaotic melody.

It was a showcase of wealth, influence and power. The intimidating aura of the place alone wouldn't let someone of low social class find his way in.

Lucas and Freya weren't left out on the drama brewing up subtly. They arrived in his expensive and customized Ferrari. Cameras flashed all around them as they walked out together, hands locked on to each other like royalty. The place was chaotic and deals were whispered silently in corners.

They joined the crowd and flaunted their wealth and costly apparels too, taking lots of photos together with their intimidating presence and aura.

Thereafter, they went in for the event. It was an auction event. Lots of things were sold. Clothes, jewelries, and many other exotic things.

The duo had been together for a while, sipping the expensive wine that was served softly and finally, Freya decided to make a move.

“I'll be right back. I just saw something I would like you to buy…”

Lucas nodded excitedly. The joy of Freya smiling at him again overwhelmed him as he was definitely ready to pay for anything she'll be picking tonight.

Her eyes flashed like that of an eagle and scanned the area carefully, making sure she found that one dress that caught her attention, the one that tickled her fancy.

It was a royal gown, laced with gems, pearls and gold…

The seller has dated it back to the eighteenth century, belonging to one of the great queens of England at the time.

However, the dress was more than beautiful. It looked like something that was made that moment. The sparkling and colorful gems and pearls glowed all over it, coupled with gold laces all over it.

This was a total masterpiece and Freya was definitely going to make sure she gets it.

While she was busy admiring it, a woman, early twenties showed up with a scornful look.

“I want that dress…” she pointed that exact one Freya was pricing.

Freya's eyebrows raised in anger at her.

“What?! That cloth is not for the likes of you, whore…”

The word whore shook her medulla. She couldn't believe she heard that.

“What did you say?” She growled.

The seller noticed the tension and tried to calm the two angry women but failed and it resulted in chaos.

“I said, that dress is for princesses like me, not for the likes of you, WHORE!”

Freya's palm kissed her face hard in anger.

“How dare you?!”

The rest was a shocking history. They exchanged slaps at each other, dragging and pulling their hair shamelessly right in front of everyone.

“I'll kill you!” Freya's voice echoed in the air.

“Whore!!” That was all the other lady – Kylan, Tyler's new girlfriend screamed.

The place was a frenzy as the crowd struggled to hold back the two angry birds from dragging their skulls out and shredding their faces to pieces.