Stuck with YOU || BECKFREEN/FREENBECK STORY

Chapter 58

Author's POV

Freen couldn't sleep that night. Rebecca was beside her, arm around her waist, breathing softly. Under normal circumstances, Freen would've felt at peace. But tonight, no amount of warmth could thaw the fear lodged deep inside her.

She turned her head slightly.

Rebecca was sleeping, her face relaxed, lips parted just a little. Innocent. Beautiful. And Freen suddenly felt a wave of protectiveness. She didn't want Rebecca dragged into this madness.

But Rebecca already was.

She helped her mother, she waited for her, she loved her deeply. She wasn't just a lover—she was part of Freen's life. And whatever danger was circling Freen... would eventually circle Rebecca too.

Freen slowly sat up, careful not to wake her.

She went to the bathroom, splashed cold water on her face, and stared at her reflection.

"You're losing it," she whispered. "Get control."

Her hands trembled against the sink.

Then—

Her phone buzzed on the counter.

A text message.
No name.
Just an unknown number.

She hesitated before opening it.

"Stop investigating."

Freen's stomach dropped.

Another message came instantly.

"You should've died that night."

Her breath caught.

Another message.

"Your mother interfered. That mistake won't happen again."

The phone slipped from her hand and clattered onto the counter.

Her heart hammered violently.

Someone wanted her dead.
Someone knew everything.
Someone had access to her number.

Someone close.

The janitor ghost...
The wrench...
The whispers...
The SUV.

All puzzle pieces clicked together in a terrifying snap.

Her father.

Francis Chankimha.

Her hands curled into fists as she stared at her phone on the counter.

Of course.
Of course it was him.

Only he had the resources.
Only he had the ruthlessness.
Only he knew how to track her every move.
And only he had a reason:

Because Freen knew his crimes.

Crimes buried so deep that nobody but Freen had ever dared confront him about them. Crimes hidden behind money, fear, and family reputation.

Freen remembered the night she first found out.
The documents on his laptop.
The transactions.
The disappearances.
The threats he made to silence people.

And the argument.
The shouting.
The slap.
The warning:

"If you ever open your mouth again, I will end you myself."

At the time, Freen tried to believe it was fear talking. That maybe he was bluffing.

But now?

There was no doubt.

He wanted her dead.

And the janitor...
Jay Reyes...

Freen's breath trembled.

Jay was one of her father's employees.
One of the quiet ones.
One who knew too much.
One who mysteriously "died" months ago.

What if he was trying to warn her?
What if his appearance wasn't a threat—
but a warning?

Freen stepped back, gripping the sink with both hands.

She now knew two things:
    1.    Her father wasn't done.
    2.    Rebecca and her mother were now targets.

A sudden knock on the door made her jump.

"Freen...?" Rebecca's sleepy voice came through.

Freen closed her eyes tightly, steadying her breathing.

"I'm fine," she forced out, wiping her face quickly.

The door opened slowly, and Rebecca stepped in, hair messy from sleep, worry etched all over her face.

"You're not fine," she said softly.

Freen wanted to lie.
Wanted to pretend.
Wanted to hide everything.

But she couldn't.
Not anymore.

"Becky..." Freen whispered, voice shaking. "Someone's trying to kill me."

Rebecca froze.
And the world grew painfully, terrifyingly quiet.