By the time I came to my senses, Aaron had Freya’s throat in a tight grip. Her face was turning red from lack of oxygen.

“Tell me, what the hell did you do?!” Aaron roared in a low, furious voice.

Pinned against the wall, Freya managed to laugh weakly and gasp, “Cough, cough, I... I hired someone to rob her...”

“They were tight-lipped after taking the money.”

Aaron’s eyes were bloodshot, his grip tightening.

“Why harm her? What did she do wrong?”

Freya’s face had turned from red to white, nearly suffocating.

“Because if I didn’t marry you, I would die!”

I was stunned. Her obsession with Aaron ran so...