I’ll ruin myself to win you back
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Freya's POV
Cold raindrops pelted my face, mixing with the stinging pain on my cheeks. I couldn't tell if it was rain or tears.
The black Bentley's windows blocked out the noise from outside, but they couldn't block the chill radiating from the man in the back seat.
Blake Jenkins held an unlit cigar between his fingers, his eyes as cold as ice.
When his gaze swept over me, there wasn't a trace of warmth—only deep-seated hatred.
"Freya Stewart, remember your place."
His voice was low and hoarse, each word drilling clearly into my ears.
"Starting today, you're no longer the adopted daughter the Jenkins family doted on. Now you're just a nanny, a servant to wait on Lena."
My body trembled violently, my fingers clutching desperately at the hem of my clothes.
I lifted my head, eyes red and rimmed with tears, my voice shaking uncontrollably: "Blake, you went through all this trouble to find me just to make me a nanny for you and Lena Johnson? Why should I? What happened back then..."
"Shut up!" Blake cut me off sharply, crushing the cigar hard into the ashtray.
"You still dare bring up what happened back then? If it weren't for you, how would my parents have died so horribly? I almost didn't survive either! If it weren't for your gambling-addicted father, how would Lena have ended up disabled, stuck in a wheelchair for life!"
Cold raindrops pelted my face, mixing with the stinging pain on my cheeks. I couldn't tell if it was rain or tears.
The black Bentley's windows blocked out the noise from outside, but they couldn't block the chill radiating from the man in the back seat.
Blake Jenkins held an unlit cigar between his fingers, his eyes as cold as ice.
When his gaze swept over me, there wasn't a trace of warmth—only deep-seated hatred.
"Freya Stewart, remember your place."
His voice was low and hoarse, each word drilling clearly into my ears.
"Starting today, you're no longer the adopted daughter the Jenkins family doted on. Now you're just a nanny, a servant to wait on Lena."
My body trembled violently, my fingers clutching desperately at the hem of my clothes.
I lifted my head, eyes red and rimmed with tears, my voice shaking uncontrollably: "Blake, you went through all this trouble to find me just to make me a nanny for you and Lena Johnson? Why should I? What happened back then..."
"Shut up!" Blake cut me off sharply, crushing the cigar hard into the ashtray.
"You still dare bring up what happened back then? If it weren't for you, how would my parents have died so horribly? I almost didn't survive either! If it weren't for your gambling-addicted father, how would Lena have ended up disabled, stuck in a wheelchair for life!"















































