Stuck with YOU || BECKFREEN/FREENBECK STORY

Chapter 67

The morning sun barely peeked over the horizon as Freen and Rebecca, along with Heng, Nam, and Engfa, loaded into two cars. The air was crisp, carrying a sharp edge that mirrored the tension in Freen's chest. Every mile toward the abandoned resort was a beat of adrenaline—a silent countdown to a confrontation she had feared for years.

Freen sat in the front seat beside Rebecca, clutching her jacket tightly. The baby kicked lightly, as if sensing the danger outside the windows. Freen pressed a hand over her stomach, whispering softly.

"It's okay, little one... Mama's here. We'll be safe soon."

Rebecca smiled, brushing Freen's hair back. "They're already fighting with us. And they'll keep you strong."

The drive was quiet. Heng and Nam communicated in short, precise instructions, discussing the approach, the angles, the entry points. Engfa's eyes never left the road ahead.

Finally, the sprawling abandoned resort came into view—its gates rusted, its walls weathered, and the shadows long and deep across the cracked driveway. It was eerie, almost as if the building itself had been holding its breath, waiting for them.

Heng parked the cars a safe distance away. "From here, we go on foot," he whispered. "No alarms, no traces. We need to catch him by surprise."

Freen swallowed, her throat tight. She glanced at Rebecca. "You ready?"

Rebecca's grip on her hand was steady. "Always. With you."

The group moved silently across the dry, broken landscape. The wind carried faint sounds—distant dogs barking, the rustle of leaves—but nothing signaled danger yet. Freen's heart pounded, but her mind was sharp, running through every scenario, every possible contingency.

Nam stopped suddenly, pointing. "Two guards. Minimal coverage. Looks like he doesn't expect anyone here."

Freen's jaw tightened. "Good. That means we can move fast."

Engfa produced a small device that would disable external cameras for a short window. Heng motioned for Freen and Rebecca to stay low as the team advanced.

They reached the main building. The massive doors were locked, but Freen didn't hesitate—her father had always underestimated her resourcefulness. With Heng's help, the locks clicked open silently.

Inside, the air was stale. Dust hung thickly, disturbed only by their careful footsteps. Shadows stretched across the long hallway. And there, in the center of the main office, sat Francis Chankimha—his posture rigid, his eyes widening as they registered the group.

"Freen," he said, a cold edge to his voice. "I... I don't understand. How—"

"Don't even start," Freen interrupted, stepping forward. Her voice was steady, commanding. "We know everything. The threats. The manipulation. The accidents. Every plan you've made to keep me silent."

Francis stood abruptly, his face contorting with anger. "You think you can just... just take everything from me?"

Freen shook her head slowly. "No. I'm not taking anything. Justice is taking what you've tried to steal from everyone you hurt."

Heng moved slightly, one hand near his jacket pocket where a small communication device sat. Nam's laptop screen flickered, ready to record any attempt at digital sabotage. Engfa's stance was defensive but ready to move.

Rebecca stepped forward, placing a firm hand on Freen's shoulder. "You underestimated us, Francis. You underestimated love. Family. And truth."

Francis sneered. "And what? You'll ruin me with a few papers? A few phone records?"

Freen shook her head, exhaling slowly. "No. Not papers. Evidence. Witnesses. And my friends. And your empire of lies..." She let the words hang. "...is crumbling."

He faltered, momentarily, as if realizing he'd truly underestimated her. Then his mask of arrogance snapped back. "You... you can't do this! I'm your father!"

"And that's why I know you," Freen said, her voice unwavering. "Only I knew the real you. Only I saw the crimes you committed. And I won't let you get away with them."

Francis tried to step toward them, but Heng's hand was firm on his arm. "Stay put," Heng said sharply.

Freen and Rebecca exchanged a glance, then Freen spoke again. "You tried to control me with fear. But fear doesn't rule me anymore. You do not control me—or anyone else."

Francis' face twisted, a mix of rage and disbelief. "This isn't over!" he hissed.

Freen's lips curved in a small, chilling smile. "Oh, it's over. You just don't see it yet."

Nam's fingers flew over the laptop, triggering a direct connection to local law enforcement. "They're on their way," Nam said softly. "And we have everything recorded. Your every word. Every threat."

Francis' face paled slightly as realization dawned. "You... you've set me up!"

"Not set up," Freen corrected calmly. "Exposed."

Within minutes, sirens wailed in the distance. Francis' eyes darted toward the window, then back at them, but escape was impossible. The front doors had already been observed by undercover officers, and the group had anticipated every route.

Freen stepped forward again, her voice unwavering: "It ends tonight, Father."

The sound of approaching footsteps—the law—echoed through the halls. Francis looked around frantically. His empire, his power... all crumbling.

Rebecca whispered softly, gripping Freen's hand. "We did it."

Freen exhaled slowly. "No... we finish it. We see it through."