Stuck with YOU || BECKFREEN/FREENBECK STORY

Chapter 65

Author's POV

The house was alive with tension—quiet, focused, and razor-sharp. Every corner felt charged, like the air itself was holding its breath. Freen didn't waste a second; she guided her friends into the living room-turned-war-room, where laptops were open, documents were stacked neatly, and digital feeds flickered on the large TV screen.

Heng immediately set up a portable multi-signal jammer on the table. The small device blinked to life, its quiet hum filling the room. "This will distort any external tracking signals he tries to use," Heng said, thumbs pressing quickly through his phone. "GPS, microphones, remote activation—it won't work here."

Nam, sitting beside him, typed rapidly on her laptop. "I'm setting up a mirror firewall. If anyone tries to hack into the home system, we'll know instantly and I can bounce the signal back to pinpoint their location."

Rebecca watched them with a mix of awe and gratitude. Their competence, their speed—it was exactly what Freen needed. Exactly what they needed.

Freen moved around the room swiftly, her hair tied up, her eyes sharp with determination. "Engfa," she said, gesturing for the older woman to follow her. "Help me reinforce the back windows and the side doors. Those are the weakest entry points."

Engfa nodded firmly. "Already on it," she said, pulling a metal case from her bag. When she opened it, Rebecca blinked.

Inside were compact motion sensors, a mini infrared detector, and what looked suspiciously like portable door barricades.

"Were you planning a war?" Rebecca joked weakly.

Engfa smirked. "No. But I always come prepared."

They split up, moving with urgency. Every sound mattered. Every creak in the house made someone turn. The fear of Francis—or the men he commanded—slipping into their haven weighed heavy on them all.

As Freen walked through the hallway with Engfa, placing sensors and screwing metal locks into the frames, she suddenly asked quietly:

"Did you know? About him? About my father?"

Engfa paused for a moment but continued adjusting the sensor. "I knew he wasn't... gentle," she said carefully. "I knew he was controlling. Dangerous. But the crimes? The threats? No. You hid it well, Freen."

Freen swallowed. "I didn't hide it. I tried to survive it."

Engfa looked at her then, expression softer. "And you still are."

Meanwhile, in the living room, Rebecca helped Nam assemble files—photos, screenshots, recordings—anything that proved Francis' illegal dealings. Rebecca tied her hair, trying to stay focused, but the slight tremble in her fingers betrayed her nerves.

Nam placed a comforting hand on her arm. "He's strong. Freen's father. Dangerous. But he's also predictable. Men like him think they're unstoppable. That arrogance will be his downfall."

Rebecca nodded. "He's going to go after her again. I feel it."

Nam typed something quickly. "Then we prepare for the next move."

Heng glanced up. "We need to know every resource Freen's father has. Financial, criminal, political. Once we map it, we can predict his next step."

Rebecca looked toward the hallway, hearing Freen's faint voice as she worked with Engfa. "He'll come for her personally," she whispered. "He won't trust anyone else to silence her."

Heng's jaw tightened. "Then we stay one step ahead."

Minutes turned to hours as the team worked, their movements synchronizing in an unspoken rhythm. The house slowly transformed into something fortified, intelligent, protected.

Freen and Engfa returned to the living room with the last of the sensors set. "Back entrances secure," Engfa reported, brushing dust from her hands.

Nam spun her laptop toward the center of the table. "I've tapped into nearby CCTV networks. If he sends men, we'll see them long before they reach us."

Freen looked at all of them, her heart tightening. "Thank you," she whispered. "For being here. For risking yourselves because of me."

Heng shook his head. "Not because of you. For you."

Freen looked down, swallowing emotion.

Rebecca slipped her hand into hers. "We protect family," she said softly. "And tonight, they're our family too."

A small smile formed on Freen's lips. "Yes... we are."

Suddenly, Engfa's phone buzzed. She checked it, eyebrows lifting. "I've added a secondary alert system. If your father tries to use any government-level tracking tools—the expensive ones—we'll get a notification instantly."

Heng nodded approvingly. "Good. We can't underestimate him."

The room fell quiet as everyone absorbed the fast-paced strategy.

But then Freen said the thing that tightened every throat in the room.

"He won't stop until one of two things happens," she whispered.
"Either I disappear... or he does."

Rebecca's hand gripped hers tightly, fear flashing in her eyes.

"Freen—no," Becky said sharply. "We're not losing you. I won't allow it."

Freen leaned her forehead against hers, eyes softening. "I know. And I'm not giving up. I'm fighting. For you. For us. For our baby."

Rebecca's lips trembled at the words.

Heng stood up and clapped his hands. "Alright, team. We prepare for contact. We wait for his move. And when he slips up..." He smirked slightly. "We strike."

The group nodded, the energy shifting into something fierce.

Powerful.

United.

The night grew deeper.

The rooms darker.

The stakes higher.

But Freen no longer felt the cold grip of fear around her throat. Instead, she felt something burning—something alive.

Resolve.

This was no longer just survival.
This was war.

And Freen was ready.