A hot widower's wife || FreenBecky (G!p)

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 36

After having a phone call with the grandmother, freen was searching for rebecca figure everywhere inside the mansion. She decided to take a look at the outside and that's when she step to the main door.

But with a glance,

Only with a glance,

Freen's heart pounded in her chest as she stormed towards the main door, her steps heavy with purpose. She could feel the tension building inside her, a simmering anger threatening to boil over at any moment.

As she reached the door, her eyes narrowed in fury as she caught sight of Non, gripping onto Rebecca's wrist with a desperate plea in his eyes. Freen's grip tightened on the doorframe, her knuckles turning white with the force of her anger.

She walk stomping her feet to confront with Non, as she can't lie of how hate she is seeing him, here, and Plus! HE FUCKING HOLDING REBECCA.

Its not about how he disrespect her or whatever it is, its about rebecca. Rebecca. Yes, she mad about that. Not about the disrespect her. She lied. Again.

And after that happened that morning, the tension slowly gone and replace with a new tension which is - here they are right now, at the palace and meeting with the grandmother and the queen for their lunch.

Rebecca will lied if she said she already comfortable around them, nah, she's not. Yet. And she doesnt know when she will get comfortable. Or the contract marriage will end first before she get comfortable with freen's family? Hm she doesnt know.

Right now, they are at the palace's living room.

The grand living room of the palace exuded an air of grandeur and formality as Freen and Rebecca sat nervously beside each other, flanked by the imposing presence of the grandmother and the queen. The atmosphere felt tense, like a storm brewing on the horizon, as they awaited the grandmother's next question.

"Freen, you're having a holiday, right? So, where are you guys want to go for the honeymoon?" the grandmother inquired, her voice cutting through the silence like a sharp blade. Freen's hand trembled slightly as she raised her glass of water to her lips, only to choke on it at the unexpected question. Beside her, Rebecca's eyes widened in alarm as she glanced nervously at Freen.

"Uh... I-I don't think we will go on a honeymoon, grandmother" Freen managed to stammer out, her voice wavering slightly with uncertainty. She forced a smile, though it felt strained and unnatural on her lips. Deep down, she knew that a honeymoon was out of the question for a marriage built on nothing but contract and revenge.

The grandmother's brow furrowed in confusion, her piercing gaze fixed on Freen's face as if searching for any hint of deception. "No honeymoon?" she repeated, her voice tinged with disappointment.

Freen swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the grandmother's scrutiny bearing down on her. "Um, yes, well... Rebecca and I thought it would be nice to just spend some quiet time together at home." she explained, her voice faltering slightly under the pressure.

"What? You guys should go! I couldn't wait to have a grandchild, freen." The grandmother said again, and this time, freen's hand trembles and her eyes glancing towards rebecca as rebecca did the same. Rebecca licked her dry lips out of flustered.