Stuck with YOU || BECKFREEN/FREENBECK STORY

Chapter 66

Author's POV

The clock struck past midnight. The house was dim except for the blue glow of computer screens and the soft hum of surveillance monitors. Rebecca sat beside Freen, sipping slowly from a mug of warm tea—her nerves too restless to sleep.

The baby inside her kicked softly, almost like it sensed the tension.

Rebecca placed a hand on her belly.
Freen noticed and smiled faintly.

"Another kick?" Freen whispered.

Rebecca nodded with a bright softness. "Yeah... they've been active all night."

Freen leaned down and pressed her palm against Rebecca's belly. "Hey little warrior," she murmured, her voice warm and trembling. "Mama's here."

The baby kicked again—stronger this time.

Rebecca laughed quietly, covering her mouth. "They're cheering us on."

"And telling us to hurry," Freen joked softly.

Their tender moment eased the heaviness in the room—just for a heartbeat.

But reality snapped back when Nam's laptop chimed with a warning.

"Motion detected," she said, eyes narrowing.

Engfa immediately checked the window feed.

Heng leaned forward. "Just a stray cat... we're fine."

The group collectively exhaled—but the scare reminded them that their danger was very real.

Rebecca suddenly stood, her expression shifting into determination. "Freen," she said quietly, "I need to call someone."

Freen blinked. "Who?"

Rebecca hesitated for a second—but then her eyes sharpened.

"My brother."

Freen's eyes widened. "Richie?"

Rebecca nodded. "He's connected. He has people who specialize in tracking disappearing businessmen... politicians... criminals. If anyone can find your father, it's him."

Freen didn't protest. "Do it."

Rebecca stepped into the hallway, pulling out her phone. With a deep breath, she dialed Richie's number.

It rang twice.

Then a groggy voice answered, "Becca...? Do you know what time it is—"

"Richie," she whispered urgently, "I need your help. Now."

Her brother instantly sat up, the shift audible in his tone. "Tell me."

Rebecca swallowed hard. "It's Freen's father. He's behind everything. The threats.
The night was sharp and heavy with the weight of secrets finally breaking open. Rebecca closed the call with Richie and exhaled shakily, lowering the phone from her ear. Her other hand instinctively rested against her stomach—against their baby—seeking comfort in the tiny life that had already endured so much chaos. Freen stepped closer, her eyes softening as she placed her hand over Rebecca's, letting the warmth settle between them.

"Richie's really doing this?" Freen asked, voice low. "He's really tracking my father down?"

Rebecca nodded. "He said he already has an idea where to start."

Freen swallowed, her jaw tensing. "I just... I can't believe any of this. That he's behind everything. That he'd... that he'd go this far just to silence me."

Rebecca leaned her forehead to Freen's. "He underestimated one thing."

"What?"

"You're not alone anymore."