A hot widower's wife || FreenBecky (G!p)

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 108

As the next day unfolded,

Rebecca found herself thrust into the spotlight once again, this time as the newly announced CEO of the Armstrong Group. The news spread like wildfire, and soon, whispers of admiration filled the air. People marveled at her intelligence, her grace, and her undeniable beauty. "Prince Freen is so lucky," they murmured in awe, acknowledging the perfect match they saw in Rebecca.

She stood tall, radiating confidence as she accepted her new role, yet behind her poised exterior, her heart fluttered with anticipation and determination for the challenges that lay ahead.

After the kress conference, Rebecca sank into the plush cushions of her new office couch, her gaze wandering around the room that now bore the mark of her father's influence. Every corner held a piece of him, a touch of familiarity that brought a warmth to her heart. The space was no longer Freen's, but hers, transformed to suit her tastes and preferences, a testament to her father's love and support. She couldn't help but smile, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her as she realized how far she had come.

Yet, amidst the joy, a nagging question tugged at her thoughts. Where were Mrs. Luny and Orn? Rebecca couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of her stomach, prompting her to wonder where her stepmother and her step sister might be at this very moment.

But, when she was in her thought, the door of her office room suddenly swung open, Caught off guard by the sudden intrusion, Rebecca's heart skipped a beat as she watched the door direction.

Her eyes widened in surprise, and her pulse quickened with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. Who could it be? The suspense hung in the air, thick and palpable, as she waited with bated breath to see who stood on the threshold of her office.

As Freen stepped into the office, the soft click of her polished leather shoes against the floor echoed in the room, a subtle rhythm that seemed to synchronize with the rapid beating of Rebecca's heart.

The air around her seemed to shimmer with an intoxicating blend of her signature scent—a delicate mix of citrus and sandalwood—that never failed to send shivers down Rebecca's spine. God.

Rebecca's gaze trailed upward, taking in every detail of Freen's impeccable attire. The fitted black suit accentuated her lean, athletic frame, the fabric draping effortlessly over her shoulders and tapering down to hug her waist in all the right places. The crisp lines of the suit bespoke precision and elegance, a testament to Freen's impeccable taste and attention to detail.

But it was Freen's presence that truly captivated Rebecca. There was a warmth in her smile, a genuine affection that radiated from her dark eyes and crinkled the corners of her lips. Despite the air of authority that surrounded her, there was a softness to her demeanor—a tenderness that spoke volumes without a single word spoken.

Rebecca was stunned on her sit, staring and gulping hardly, seeing how freen walking towards her. As Freen approached, her movements were graceful and fluid, each step deliberate yet unhurried. With every stride, she seemed to exude a quiet confidence, a sense of assurance that filled the room and enveloped Rebecca in a comforting embrace.

In that moment, as Freen stood in front of her, bathed in the soft glow of the office lights, Rebecca felt a wave of emotions wash over her. There was longing, yes, but also a deep sense of gratitude and contentment. For in Freen's presence, she found solace and strength—a beacon of light guiding her through even the darkest of days. She knows, freen is the one.