The Divine Monarch Returns

Forgive me

Damien’s eyes narrowed into crescent moons as he stared at her. It immediately gave off the impression that he was suspicious of what she said.

Seeing this, Freya shuddered and explained further.

“I’m not lying to you. I swear. I felt terrible for what I did, but it’s not like I can go against such a powerful family. I’m just like a small fry to them.”

She paused to catch her breath before continuing.

“I spent days unable to eat, knowing I’ve wronged an innocent man and put him in jail. I couldn’t afford to lose my parents; that's why I did what I did. Please forgive me.”

“You don’t look like someone who has been hunted by her conscience!” Damien huffed coldly, still unmoved by her words.

Freya was on the verge of saying something when his words caught her off guard. She had no choice but to keep quiet as she knew he wasn’t buying all that she was saying.

“I will come visit you soon!” Damien suddenly stood up and turned to face the door.

Freya nearly breathed out in relief as she saw he was about to leave which meant, she was safe and wouldn't have to die today.

“Also, because I am leaving doesn't mean I have forgiven you for what you have done. The Beckham family killed my parents and sister, yet you covered for them.”

He then took a few steps before continuing.

“Though your reasons might be justifiable, that doesn’t call for forgiveness from me. If you had told me right from the start about it all, I would have known what to do.”

He suddenly turned towards her, giving her a great chill. A smile was on his face all through, but there was a very deep pain, anger, and hatred in his eyes that couldn’t go unnoticed.

He began to walk towards her instead, and her breath caught. She felt he had changed his mind and was coming to take her life instead.

Damien had every reason to punish her for what she had done, but now wasn’t the time. When he got to her, he looked down at her before patting her on the shoulders.

“Don’t worry, I am going to find out whether you are lying to me or not.” He smirked.

He was letting her enjoy the moment if at all she thought she could fool him. She couldn't eat for days? She felt guilty? All that felt so pathetic to him.

She was very bold when she stepped out to give a statement against him that day. Surprisingly, she waited until she had gathered all the evidence he struggled to get, only for her to twist it in favor of the Beckham family while turning him into the villain.

“If you did, your fate would be much worse than you think.” He added with a smile before turning away

He had no reason to linger around since she had sent out his warning. He didn't care if she had thoughts of running away or calling for help.

In fact, even if she did, it wouldn't make a difference. He had yet to see anyone who could win against him in a fight for now.

If she wanted to consult the Beckham family for help, she could as well wait to be crushed alongside them. If she wanted to leave the country, even if she went on to hide in a cave, he was going to find her.

The only way she could escape was if what she just said was true.

Damien began to walk towards the door; however, in the next moment, his figure soon blurred into the surroundings before vanishing as if it was never there.

Freya felt her heart skip a beat as she watched him. However, the next thing that popped into her head was to get away, to safety once and for all.

She stood up from the floor and hurried over to the desk. Her hand was still trembling as she picked up her phone and began scrolling through, searching through her contact list.

She found a number and dialed it. Before the call would connect, she had anxiously begun pacing around the place back and forth.

“Hello,” the call was soon picked up, and a lazy voice echoed from the other side.

“Dan, book me a flight at once.” She said impatiently.

“A flight? What for? Where are you going? The voice inquired.

“Stop asking questions. I want the flight scheduled first thing tomorrow morning. I don't mind first class. I don't mind paying double too. Just get it done, okay!” She instructed.

“Okay, sure. I'll get it done.”

Freya hung up and placed the phone back on the desk. She then went on to start arranging a few important files into a box and putting away some files she didn't need.

She also trashed the evidence that linked her to the Beckham family. In less than an hour, she was done. Occasionally, she would look at the door in a panic as though Damien would pop out of it yet again.

When he didn't, she felt relieved at least.

By the time she was done, she had piled up the significant files she needed in a box with her bag before heading off to the exit. She was leaving, for good, before Damien would come to find her again.

And more importantly, there was no turning back.