Borrowed groom reborn bride

Hudson’s fingers released Freya’s chin, letting her sit back slightly. He returned to his chair, eyes still studying her, a faint smile playing on his lips.

“So,” he said, leaning back, “when exactly do you want to get married?”

Freya didn’t hesitate. “Now, if possible.”

He let out a low laugh, leaning forward, amused. “You have to be joking.”

“No,” Freya said simply, her tone calm, almost indifferent. “I’m ready. If you’re not busy, it would be best if we go ahead and get our marriage registered.”

Hudson’s smirk widened. He liked this boldness, the confidence… It intrigued him. “Sure,” he said finally. “Why not? I’m not doing anything anyways.”

The both of them went to the registry and got their marriage registered.

As they stepped out of the registrar’s office, Hudson turned to her with a teasing tone. “I guess you’re my wife now, Freya… or should I call you Mrs. Lane?”

Freya met his gaze, her expression neutral. “Mr. Hudson, let’s keep in mind that this marriage isn’t based on… anything personal. It’s official, yes, but don’t expect any of us to… get attached. This is purely… a business cooperation.”

Hudson chuckled softly, the corners of his lips curling up. “I see. Noted, Mrs. Lane.”

A black car pulled up beside them. Hudson gestured toward it. “Shall I drop you off?”

Freya shook her head. “No. I’m waiting for my own car.”

“No problem,” Hudson said with a small smile. He waved casually and got into his car.

Freya watched him drive off before her own car arrived. She slid into the seat, closed the door, and let out a small sigh. She had a long way to go.

Meanwhile,Sophie laid on the couch at home, scrolling through her phone. She laughed , watching videos while munching on chips she placed in a bowl. Until something weird flashed across her screen.

Her thumb froze, her eyes widened, her heart slammed against her ribs.

It was a picture posted eleven minutes ago by Freya.

Sophie squinted her eyes, bringing the phone closer to her face.

NOW MRS LANE, written boldly with multiple hearts and blushing emojis beside it and below was a picture of a marriage certificate of Hudson and Freya with their pictures very clear.

Sophie’s breath hitched.

“No… no, no, no…” she whispered, sitting up straight. Her fingers shook as she zoomed in, as if the names would magically change. “This has to be a joke.It can’t be real.”

Her chest tightened painfully.

Freya married Hudson? Freya?

Her voice trembled. “No… Hudson is mine. He’s my fiancé. He’s supposed to be mine. We were supposed to—”

The sound of a car door shutting outside made her jump. It was Freya’s car.

Sophie scrambled to her feet, phone still in hand, and ran downstairs. Her pulse was racing, her palms were sweaty, her mind was spinning so fast she could barely think.

She reached the entrance just as Freya stepped out of her car.

Sophie’s voice tore out of her throat.

“FREYA!”

Freya stopped walking and slowly lifted her eyes to her sister, smirking.

Sophie shoved the phone into Freya’s face. “What is this?! What did you post?! Tell me it’s fake! SAY IT!”

Freya didn’t blink. “It’s real.”

Sophie’s face went pale.

Freya’s voice was steady. “Yes, Sophie. I got married to Hudson.”

Sophie staggered back as if slapped. “Wh—what? You… you WHAT?!”

Freya tilted her head slightly. “You took Chad. So I assumed you didn’t want Hudson anymore. It was only right that I married him in your place.”

Sophie’s mouth dropped open.

Her chest heaved.

“You—you thought—YOU THOUGHT?!” she screamed. “Freya, are you INSANE?! Hudson is my fiancé! MINE! How could you—how DARE you do this?!”

Her eyes filled with rage, betrayal, disbelief all at once, her hands shook violently.

“You stole him from me!” Sophie shrieked. “You thief! You wicked, selfish—”

“You knew you had a fiance but went ahead to take Chad, isn't that cheating? You can't eat your cake and have it Sophie…too much of sugar is bad for your teeth”.

“You bitch—” Sophie grabbed her arm.

She slapped Sophie hard on the face, sending her falling to the ground.

Freya walked past her calmly, not sparing her a second glance.

Her heels clicked steadily on the floor, echoing through the hallway like a countdown.

Behind her, Sophie was still yelling, still screaming, still breaking apart.

This is just the beginning, Sophie.

I will take everything from you,everything you love, everything you desire until you have nothing left. You will crawl to me to spare your pathetic life.