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Borrowed groom reborn bride

Reborn after her sister’s betrayal, Freya Hale is determined to reclaim everything stolen from her—beginning with Hudson Lane, the groom meant for her sister.
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Chapter 2

The sound of the door open jolted Freya out of her thoughts.

Sophie walked in, smiling widely, a fake and murderous smile. If not for the past life, Freya would have thought that Sophie meant well but no…she was just a wolf in a sheep's clothing.

Sophie ran up to Freya and sat on the bed beside her “Sis…”

“Didn't our parents teach you how to knock?”

Sophie's eyes narrowed “ They did but I don't need to knock before entering your room, I'm your only sister” she giggled.

Freya rolled her eyes, this act disgusted her.

“What's wrong Freya, aren't you feeling well?” Sophie asked, feeling the temperature of Freya's neck.

Immediately Sophie's hand touched her neck, Freya's body shook, she felt her lungs tighten again as memories of her death hit her hard on the chest. Freya wanted to move away but Sophie held her down by the arm.

Freya's heart pounded, she tried to stay calm to avoid raising suspicion from Sophie.

“Hmmm…Sis, there's something I need to tell you” Sophie's bottom lip jolted out.

Freya tried to free her arm “ I'm tired Sophie, I need to rest”

Sophie’s grip tightened on Freya’s hand, her eyes wide and pleading, fake pleading.

“Sis… I know it’s too much to ask for,” she began softly. “And I know you really love him, but…” Her lashes fluttered innocently. “Sis… I think I like Chad.”

Freya smirked and turned to stare directly at Sophie “He's my boyfriend, why should I give him to you?”

Sophie continued, voice trembling with manufactured guilt,

“I know. Please don’t be angry, sis. Please… please don’t be angry.”

In Freya’s past life, this moment had shattered her, she remembered crying until she couldn’t breathe, she remembered giving Chad up because Sophie said she liked him . She remembered one month of heartbreak, sleepless nights, swollen eyes and what did Chad do? Absolutely nothing.

He simply left and went straight to Sophie like a dog chasing a new owner.

She coughed lightly, then let out a small mocking laugh. Sophie blinked, startled.

Freya raised her gaze, her expression cold and unreadable.“ Okay, take him,” she said calmly. “I’m bored of him anyway.”

Sophie froze, this wasn't what she wanted.

Sophie knew Freya had loved Chad almost desperately. She’d expected tears, pain and heartbreak.

But Freya sat there, relaxed and proud

Sophie swallowed. “Sis… what? What do you mean?”

Freya tilted her head, mouth curving into a slight closed lip smile.

“I said you can have him, isn't that what you want?,” she murmured. “I don’t need trash in my life.”

Sophie’s face went blank, confusion flickering beneath her fake innocence.

“T-trash?” Sophie stammered. “Freya… you… you don’t mean that… right?”

“I do.” Freya’s voice sharpened. “Chad is trash and I don’t keep garbage around.”

Sophie’s confusion deepened, almost turning into panic. This wasn’t Freya.

Something was wrong, how was she supposed to enjoy the satisfaction when Freya doesn't even show a bit of concern.

Then Freya leaned back against her pillow, her chin out “Besides… I have someone else I like.”

“What?” Sophie blinked. Her voice cracked. “Someone else you like? That's impossible” she let go of Freya and crossed her arms smirking . “Sis I know you are sad but there's really no need to lie…it won't do you any good”.

“ I don't have a reason to lie Sophie” she claimed, wiping the part of her arm Sophie had touched with a napkin. “I'm not a pretentious backstabber”

This statement triggered a sense of uneasiness in Sophie but she quickly masked it with another smile.

Who?” She leaned in, desperate. “Tell me. Who is it?”

Freya’s gaze flicked directly into Sophie’s eyes, cold, fierce, and dangerously calm.

“You’ll know very soon,” she whispered. “At the right time.”

Sophie stiffened, her smile fading slightly. Something in Freya’s voice, something in her eyes made the hairs on Sophie’s arms rise.

For the first time in her life, Sophie didn't know what her sister was thinking and it terrified her. She would have to find a way to cut out Freya's growing confidence.

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