Chapter 9

With nothing else in her mind except frustration, anger, hatred, and bitterness, Freya drove the highest limit she has ever used in a car.
She gripped the steering wheel a bit too tight that her knuckles turned white. She couldn't believe that the devil's son had to catch up with her after everything they did to her. She wasn't running away because she couldn't stand up to Dante. But because she would have murdered someone due to all the emotions she felt at the moment.
"Cruel bastard!" she screamed into thin air while tears streamed down her beautiful face.