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

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 54

As the next day dawned, Freen prepared to head to the company as she always did, while Rebecca found herself standing in front of the imposing Armstrong mansion. The morning sun cast long shadows across the grand facade, illuminating the intricate details of the ornate architecture.

Rebecca took a deep breath, steeling herself for what lay ahead. She squared her shoulders and approached the imposing wrought-iron gates, feeling a surge of determination coursing through her veins. Today, she would confront her past, reclaim what was rightfully hers, and put an end to her mother's deceit once and for all.For now.

With each step she took, memories flooded her mind, both bitter and sweet. She recalled the countless hours she had spent within these walls, her childhood laughter echoing through the halls. But beneath the veneer of nostalgia lurked a darker truth, one she could no longer ignore.

As she reached the entrance, she raised her hand to knock, the sound reverberating through the stillness of the morning air. The door swung open, revealing the opulent interior of the mansion beyond. With a determined glint in her eye, Rebecca stepped inside, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. Today would mark the beginning of her journey to reclaim her identity, her autonomy, and her rightful place in the world.

As she stepped into the kitchen, Rebecca's eyes fell upon the dining table, laden with an array of sumptuous dishes. Three people sat around the table, their expressions ranging from surprise to disdain as they noticed her presence. Mr. Armstrong, her father, was the first to speak, his face lighting up with a smile of genuine delight.

"Oh, Rebecca! You're here?" he exclaimed, his voice filled with warmth and affection. The other two individuals at the table turned to look at her, their gazes cold and unwelcoming. Undeterred, Rebecca returned her father's smile and approached them.

"Yes, Father. I wanted to see you," she replied, her tone gentle yet determined. Mr. Armstrong gestured for her to join them for lunch, but Rebecca politely declined.

"No, thank you. I just came from the cafe after meeting with Irin," she explained, her smile never faltering despite the tension in the room.

Taking her seat beside Orn, Rebecca remained composed despite the hostility radiating from her sister.

"you're coming here after one month of marriage? I thought you forgot father and us." Orn's sarcastic remark hit her, but she refused to let it faze her. With unwavering determination, she met Orn's gaze and responded calmly.

"Yes, I've been busy lately, but that doesn't mean I've forgotten about my family," Rebecca replied, her voice steady. Orn's jaw clenched in frustration, but Rebecca continued, listing her recent activities without flinching.

" I got so busy, going to the honeymoon, spending time with freen, and even with the majesty." Rebecca said proudly with her little smirk plastered on her lips.

Orn's hand trembling, and her knuckles turn white, thinking that rebecca is having a good life. She hate seeing rebecca like this and she know she will do anything to get freen back.

"Tch. You married freen only because of your stupid revenge isn't it? You want to make us mad right? Rebecca rebecca... i could see that you're not happy with her. You're not even slightest feel happy. Am i right?" Mrs Luny said, smile plastered on her lips and that biting comment pushed Rebecca's buttons. Anger simmered beneath her calm exterior as she remembered Freen's words from the previous night. "The only way to revenge is loving me. Loving me, Rebecca."

In that moment, Rebecca admit that what freen said is true. Because, look at her mother right now. uh.

Rebecca's smirk grew into a defiant grin as she turned her attention to Mrs. Luny. "Who said I'm not happy? I'm ecstatic. And perhaps, sooner than you think, the two of you will have a little addition to the family," she retorted, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Mother will finally have her grandchild, and Orn, you'll have a cute cousin who bears a striking resemblance to Freen."

Her words struck a nerve, causing Orn to grip her spoon tightly as her face paled in disbelief. Rebecca's satisfaction was evident as she held Mrs. Luny's gaze, unyielding in her resolve to stand up for herself and her newfound happiness.

Rebecca's swift and decisive actions left her family members stunned as she stood up, ready to depart. But before she could leave, a fire ignited within her, and she turned back to address them with a steely resolve.

"Oh, by the way," Rebecca announced, her voice carrying an edge of determination, "I'm going to retrieve my other artworks from the store room. I've heard that you've been using my creations and falsely attributing them to Orn."

With purposeful strides, she reached for her phone, dialing a number without hesitation. "Yes, yes," she instructed over the phone, her tone firm. "Send someone to collect my artworks from the store room inside and transport them to the mansion immediately."

As if on cue, three men in black suits entered the Armstrong mansion, ready to carry out Rebecca's commands. She spared a brief, sweet smile for her father before fixing a smug smirk on Orn and her mother. With a final nod, she turned on her heel and strode confidently out of the room, accompanied by the men who awaited her.

With that, she could transfer all of the artworks without leaving one at all, and Mrs Luny with Orn only could clenching her jaw, with their rage building up inside their blood. They're boiling mad.

Just see rebecca, i will destroy you.