Stuck with YOU || BECKFREEN/FREENBECK STORY

Chapter 63

Author's POV

Morning arrived with a crisp chill. Freen woke before the sun, careful not to disturb Rebecca, who was still asleep. She moved silently through the house, checking the front door locks, windows, and surveillance systems. Every precaution mattered. Every detail could be the difference between safety and disaster.

When Rebecca stirred, she found Freen at the living room desk, a determined look etched across her face. "Morning," she said softly, stretching.

Rebecca smiled faintly, rubbing her eyes. "Morning... did the baby kick again?"

Freen glanced at her love's belly, and indeed, a tiny movement caused both of them to laugh softly. "Yes... it did. Little warrior is ready for today."

Rebecca's eyes shone with affection and determination. "Then let's make today count. No more waiting. No more fear. We strike first."

Freen nodded. "We're going to expose him. But carefully. He's cunning, but predictable in some ways. He can't anticipate everything."

The first step was a carefully crafted trap: a financial document that seemed vulnerable, a subtle leak designed to bait her father into making a move. Every line, every number, every transaction was deliberate. If he acted too quickly, it would leave evidence.

Hours later, their plan began to unfold. An alert on Freen's laptop indicated activity—someone had accessed a specific network they'd prepared.

"He's checking the bait," Freen whispered, heart pounding.

Rebecca leaned close. "Then we wait. Don't let him know we're aware."

Minutes felt like hours. Then, a second alert: the intruder attempted a transfer of funds—too large, too obvious. Freen smiled grimly. "He's greedy. He always is. And he always acts too fast."

With a few clicks, Freen secured a trace, sending encrypted copies of the transfer logs, IP addresses, and linked accounts to trusted investigators. Every move they made was monitored, ensuring Francis would be unaware until it was too late.

Rebecca pressed a hand to her belly. "Our little one is watching, isn't it?"

Freen laughed softly. "Yes... our baby is our secret weapon."

By late afternoon, their plan had yielded results. One of Francis's key operatives had been identified, a man responsible for orchestrating threats against Freen. Now, the pieces were falling into place. With this new evidence, Freen could finally start building a case that would make her father's empire vulnerable.

They took a brief pause, allowing themselves a moment of normalcy. Rebecca prepared a small snack and set it on the table. "We've done a lot today," she said, smiling at Freen.

Freen took a bite, letting herself feel a rare moment of satisfaction. "We've done what we needed to. And tomorrow... we go further."

As evening approached, the sun dipped behind the horizon, casting long shadows across the living room. Freen and Rebecca stood by the window, hands intertwined, eyes scanning the street below.

Freen's phone vibrated—a new text from an unknown number. Her stomach tightened.

Unknown Number:
I see what you're doing. And I don't like it. Back off, or there will be consequences.

Freen's jaw clenched. "He knows," she whispered.

Rebecca squeezed her hand. "Good. That means our plan is working. And now... he's reacting. He's revealing himself."

Freen nodded, eyes hardening. "Exactly. Now we continue. No mistakes. No hesitation. We strike next, and he won't see it coming."

The night descended around them, but Freen felt no fear—not entirely. She had Rebecca. She had her mother's safety under watch. And she had their baby, a symbol of life and resilience, reminding her why she had to fight.

Outside, in the shadows, Francis Chankimha fumed, unaware that his empire was beginning to crumble. The daughter he had tried to silence was no longer afraid. And the woman at her side—the woman who carried their child—was every bit as fierce.

The battle lines were drawn.

And the game had only just begun.