Stuck with YOU || BECKFREEN/FREENBECK STORY

Chapter 62

Author's POV

Freen sat at the head of the dining table, laptop open, files scattered around her like a battlefield. Rebecca was beside her, leaning in close, eyes scanning every detail, absorbing the information as fast as Freen could feed it to her. For the first time in days, Freen felt a sense of control—a faint but potent power that came from knowing the truth and preparing to strike back.

"Look here," Freen whispered, pointing at a series of transactions on her screen. "These aren't just shell companies. This one... this one funnels money directly to security contractors and private operatives. That's how he's been able to cover up... everything."

Rebecca leaned closer, tracing the lines with her finger. "So, if we can prove this... show a paper trail... we can expose him?"

Freen nodded, a fire building in her chest. "Yes. But it won't be simple. We have to be methodical. No mistakes. He'll know if we move too quickly."

Rebecca pressed her hand to Freen's arm. "We'll be careful. We'll plan it right. And we're doing it together."

Freen let herself relax slightly, taking a deep breath. For a moment, the tension in her shoulders eased. Then, she felt the familiar flutter—the tiny kick of their baby. She smiled faintly, pressing her hand against Rebecca's belly. "We're doing this... for you, little one."

Rebecca laughed softly, warmth filling the room. "For all three of us. And for Mom, too. She's counting on us."

Freen's eyes hardened with determination. "Exactly. We can't fail. Not now."

They spent the next hour tracing leads, identifying contractors, and cross-referencing financial records. Every name, every transaction, every document was a potential key to breaking Francis Chankimha's web of deception. The closer they got, the more dangerous it became—but they didn't falter. They had to be smart. They had to be fast.

Suddenly, Freen leaned back, staring at the ceiling. "We need to set a trap. If he thinks we're just sitting here, he'll come after us. But if we make him believe he's in control... we can use that against him."

Rebecca's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Like bait?"

"Exactly," Freen said, a small smile tugging at her lips. "We make him think he's the hunter. But we're the ones controlling the board. We know his moves. We predict them. And when he steps into our trap..." She let the words hang in the air, letting the threat of justice fill the room.

Rebecca nodded, enthusiasm replacing some of the fear. "I like this. I like being on the offensive. No more running."

Freen leaned forward, typing quickly, coordinating with trusted contacts outside the house. Lawyers, private investigators, cybersecurity experts—people who could track digital footprints and expose financial corruption. Each click brought them closer to the truth, closer to holding her father accountable.

Hours passed. The city outside darkened, shadows stretching across the walls, but inside, Freen and Rebecca worked tirelessly. Every flicker of the streetlight, every passing car, every whisper of movement outside the house reminded them of the danger looming—but also fueled their determination.

At one point, Rebecca glanced down at her belly and laughed softly. "Another kick! I think the baby approves of our plan."

Freen smiled, heart swelling. "That's our little warrior. Already helping us strategize."

They exchanged a brief moment of laughter, a reprieve from the fear that had dominated the past days. But even as they shared that private joy, Freen's mind raced with the realities of what awaited them. Francis was not a man to be underestimated. His wealth, influence, and ruthlessness were formidable.

But Freen had something he did not: truth. And with truth on their side, she knew they could outmaneuver him.

By the time midnight approached, they had prepared the initial phase of their plan. Evidence gathered, contacts briefed, and surveillance set up around their home. Every camera, every sensor, every precaution was meticulously checked.

Rebecca leaned against Freen, exhaustion finally seeping in. "We did a lot today," she whispered.

Freen nodded, pressing a soft kiss to Rebecca's temple. "We did. And tomorrow... we take the next step."

The night was quiet, but Freen knew better than to trust the silence. Francis was watching, planning, waiting.

And so were they.