We Were Thunder Pretending to Be Lovers in the Storm by Coren Elen Vey 4 Summary
In “We Were Thunder Pretending to Be Lovers in the Storm,” the story unfolds with Felix acting instinctively to protect Treya, leading to a shocking discovery of Vanessa’s dire condition. Freya, overwhelmed by the horror of Vanessa’s injuries, feels a desperate need to regain control in the aftermath of the chaos. However, her attempt to push through her work is abruptly interrupted when she is ambushed and rendered unconscious by an unknown assailant.
When Freya awakens, she finds herself blindfolded and bound, surrounded by men who subject her to a terrifying ordeal. The kidnappers mock her vulnerability, capturing her humiliation with their cameras. As they brutalize her, Freya’s sense of fear and helplessness grows, compounded by the realization that her suffering is orchestrated by someone she never expected—her husband, Felix. The emotional betrayal cuts deep, as Freya recalls a time when Felix had shown her kindness, contrasting sharply with his current actions.
After enduring unimaginable torment, Freya manages to escape and is confronted with the shocking reality of her situation. News headlines reveal the extent of her humiliation, with her private photos leaked to the public. The memories of Felix’s past affection now feel like a cruel joke, amplifying her anguish as she grapples with the betrayal of the man she once loved. Each headline serves as a reminder of her shattered image and the pain inflicted upon her.
Finally, Freya returns to the villa, her body and spirit battered. She encounters Felix, who appears indifferent to the chaos surrounding them. Their eyes meet, and an unspoken tension fills the room, laden with the weight of their shared past and the betrayal that now defines their relationship. Freya is left to confront the devastating reality of her life and the man she once trusted, setting the stage for a tumultuous emotional battle ahead.
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**We Were Thunder Pretending to Be Lovers in the Storm by Coren Elen Vey**
Felix acted instinctively, shoving Treya aside with a force that startled her, and dashed toward the room directly across the hall.
Freya, caught in a moment of disbelief, stood frozen in place. Her heart raced as her eyes fell upon Vanessa, sprawled across the bed, her wrists marred by deep, crimson gashes. Blood flowed freely, pooling on the floor beneath her, a stark reminder of the horror unfolding before Freya’s eyes.
In the chaotic aftermath, Telix hurriedly whisked Vanessa away to the hospital, panic etched across his features. Freya, however, felt an overwhelming need to regain a semblance of control. She gathered her weary body, pushing herself toward the office to finish the last remnants of her work, though each step felt like wading through molasses.
But as she stepped out of the villa, an unexpected force seized her from behind, a hand clamping over her mouth and nose. A pungent, chemical odor invaded her senses, and despite her desperate struggles, consciousness slipped away like sand through her fingers.
When Freya finally regained her senses, darkness enveloped her. A blindfold obscured her vision, and her hands were tightly bound to the chair beneath her, rendering her completely immobile.
“Awake?” a voice rasped, rough and menacing.
Freya’s heart pounded in her chest as she lifted her head, dread pooling in her stomach. Several men, their faces obscured but their cold, calculating eyes piercing through the darkness, loomed closer. They reached out, their hands tearing at her clothes with a cruel eagerness.
In mere moments, her garments were reduced to tatters, leaving her skin exposed and vulnerable. Bruises, pinches, and scrapes marred her body, a testament to their brutality. Her lip split open, and the metallic taste of blood filled her mouth, a grim reminder of her plight.
They wielded professional cameras and blinding flashlights, aiming them at her with a merciless intent.
“Click! Click!”
Each flash was like a lightning strike, searing into her retinas, capturing her humiliation from every possible angle—disheveled, half-clad, utterly degraded.
“Tsk, tsk. Mr. Pearson’s wife really is a looker. What a waste,” one of the kidnappers sneered, his tone dripping with mockery. He grasped her chin roughly, forcing her to face the camera, as if she were nothing more than an object for their cruel amusement.
A sense of humiliation and terror coiled around her heart like a snake, squeezing tighter with each passing moment. “What… what do you want? Money? Just let me go!” she pleaded, desperation lacing her voice.
“Money?” another kidnapper scoffed, laughter dancing in his tone as if she had just told the most ridiculous joke.
He leaned in closer, his voice a sinister whisper that slithered into her ear. “Miss Hill, you only have yourself to blame. You crossed someone you shouldn’t have.”
Freya bit her lip hard, fighting the urge to scream, to let the terror inside her escape.
Who would do this to her?
The brutalization continued, the kidnappers delivering blows and kicks that felt like they would never end. Time lost all meaning as pain blurred her reality, and just as her consciousness began to fade, they finally relented.
One of them, noticing her limp form, turned away and made a phone call.
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Chapter 4
“Sir, we’ve done what you asked. Just like you ordered—everything she did to Miss Yale, we’ve repaid a thousandfold!” the man said, his tone dripping with a twisted respect. “Don’t worry, she passed out. She has no idea you’re the one who orchestrated this.”
On the other end of the line, a familiar male voice responded, chilling Freya to her core.
“Good. Send her back.”
Just those three words.
But they sent her blood running cold. Tears streamed down her cheeks, unbidden and relentless.
She could hardly believe that Felix, her husband, would orchestrate such a heinous act against her. The mother of his children, and yet he had allowed her to be kidnapped and tortured—just to exact revenge for Vanessa!
Her mind raced back to the Felix she had known five years ago.
Back then, when her skirt had been torn, Felix had immediately shed his jacket and wrapped it around her with such care and concern. Even in that moment of vulnerability, his worry had enveloped her like a warm embrace.
But now? The man who stood before her had shattered her, all for another woman.
After the kidnapper ended the call, he noticed Freya stirring from her stupor. A mocking grin spread across his face.
“Mrs. Pearson, your photos are all over the internet now. You can deal with that mess yourself.”
With that, he and his cohorts exited the warehouse, leaving her in a state of utter despair.
Freya couldn’t recall how she managed to escape that hellish place. She felt like a ghost, crawling forth with the last reserves of strength she could muster. Finally, she flagged down a passing car, the driver’s bewildered gaze sweeping over her disheveled appearance.
But she didn’t care. She collapsed into the back seat, trembling uncontrollably as she fumbled for her phone.
The screen flickered to life, and the news headlines struck her like a branding iron, searing her eyes with their relentless cruelty—
[BREAKING! Etty Group CEO’s Wife Freya’s Private Photos Leaked!]
[SHOCKING! Socialite Freya’s Explicit Photos Go Viral—Scandalous Content!]
[EXCLUSIVE: Freya’s Red Mole Clearly Visible—Former Elegant Image Shattered!]
[High Society Dream Crushed? Suspected Affair Leads to Felix’s Rejection—Mrs. Pearson’s Revenge Photos?]
Though the sensitive areas were pixelated, her face—and that unmistakable red mole on her chest—were laid bare for all to see.
Once, Felix had kissed that very mole with a tenderness that had made her heart flutter. His eyes had brimmed with deep affection and possessiveness as he whispered,
“Freya, from now on, only I get to see your body. Here… no one else is allowed to touch you.”
The sweetness of those promises now felt like a bitter poison, cutting into her heart with every recollection.
That night, Freya dragged her battered body through the heavy villa door, each step a reminder of her torment.
Under the shimmering glow of the crystal chandelier in the living room, Felix lounged casually on the couch, a glass of red wine in hand, as if he were completely detached from the chaos that had just unfolded.
He glanced up at the sound of her entrance. The moment their eyes locked, an unspoken understanding passed between them, and the weight of their shared history hung heavily in the air.
Conclusion
As Freya stood in the doorway, the remnants of her ordeal clung to her like a second skin, a haunting reminder of the betrayal she had just endured. The man who once cherished her, who had enveloped her in warmth and affection, now sat before her as a stranger, a figure shrouded in the darkness of his own choices. The glimmer of the chandelier reflected the shattered pieces of her heart, each fragment a testament to the love that had twisted into something unrecognizable. The air was thick with tension, as if the very walls of the villa bore witness to the collapse of their once-vibrant union. She felt the weight of his gaze, a mixture of guilt and indifference, and in that moment, the love they had shared felt like a distant memory, overshadowed by the cruelty of the present.
Freya’s journey through torment had not only stripped her of her dignity but had also ignited a fierce resolve within her. The humiliation she faced at the hands of those men was now a catalyst for her rebirth. No longer would she be a victim of circumstance or a pawn in Felix’s vendetta. As she stood there, battered yet unbroken, she realized that the power to reclaim her narrative lay within her grasp. The betrayal had carved deep scars, but it also illuminated her strength and resilience. With each heartbeat, she resolved to rise from the ashes of her shattered self, to confront the man who had orchestrated her suffering, and to rewrite the story of her life on her own terms. In the storm of betrayal, Freya would become her own thunder, fierce and unstoppable.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
In the next chapter of *We Were Thunder Pretending to Be Lovers in the Storm*, readers can expect a gripping exploration of betrayal and the unraveling of a once-loving relationship. Freya, now back in the villa, is not only grappling with the humiliation of her leaked photos but also the harrowing realization that her husband, Felix, played a sinister role in her torment. The tension between them will simmer as Freya confronts the man she once trusted, forcing both characters to face the consequences of their past choices. Will Felix’s facade of indifference crack under the weight of Freya’s pain, or will he double down on his betrayal, leaving her to navigate the storm of emotions alone?
As the chapter unfolds, the stakes will rise, pulling readers deeper into the psychological battle between Freya and Felix. With their shared history now tainted by betrayal, the lines between love and vengeance will blur, leaving Freya to question everything she thought she knew about their marriage. Expect heart-wrenching revelations, fierce confrontations, and the haunting echoes of a love once cherished, now twisted into something dark and unrecognizable. Will Freya find the strength to reclaim her identity and confront the man who shattered her world, or will she succumb to the despair that threatens to engulf her? The answers lie just beyond the next page, where the storm of their tumultuous relationship brews ever closer to a breaking point.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
