THALIAAs if my world had stopped swirling for a second upon listening to Damon's remarks. My brows furrowed as my hands trembled with the fear that my father had done horrible things in the past.But still… I need to defend my father, who gave life to me.“Was it really him? The person who's sitting in that driver's seat, hitting Cassie in the middle of the road and running away as if he had seen a ghost? I wet my dry throat as his jaw clenched. “Dad never drives his car, especially at night,” I said with a shaky breath, trying to control my emotions. Not in front of him.Dad always shut his eyes while silently taking a nap in the back seat for a quick rest whenever he came home late at night. So, it's possible he didn't know. Maybe… Maybe his former driver was the responsible–“Thalia, let the police resolve this matter.” He took a step closer to me as he brushed off something on my cheeks.Tears…Yeah, I'm goddamn crying!“Please, don't cry–”I pushed him with all the strength I'
THALIALeander walked inside the room with a distressed face. He looked like he came here as fast as he could. “You know the storm won't let us fly here. Where's Dad now?”I went back in looking for my Dad's personal laptop, hoping the policemen forgot to take them.“He is now in police custody–”“What is happening, Thalia?” He growled as he looked mad and confused at the same time.He must be busy wherever he is, and if this comes out, the company will be at risk.With a sigh, I scratched my head in frustration. “They are accusing Dad of hitting Cassie and murdering her unborn child.” I painfully muttered.“They? Cassie is not alone? Who else is behind this?”I avoided the rage in his eyes, hesitating to mention Damon. He might get furious if he found out. But he will still find out even if I won't tell him. Better come clean.“D-Damon.”He scoffed as he slammed his ass on the couch, looking at the mess inside the office.I went back to my father's office table, hoping to find somet
THALIA"Thank you for your cooperation, Ms. Carter.""No worries."After my statement to the police regarding the shootout incident in the amusement park that led to Frederick getting injured, the detectives left our home. As well as Uncle Michael, who was silent the whole time and busy on his phone.Since the incident, I couldn't pay a visit to my friend. I'm not sure if it's only me who can't enter his room or if they also forbid my brother Leander, who is Fred's best friend, to at least get a glimpse of Fred and know his condition. I don't even know if he's conscious now.Damn it.I watch Uncle Michael's car lead the way to the gate, following the detectives' car. His driver or bodyguard was really kinda familiar to me. I don't know where I saw him, though.I headed upstairs to peek at Mom's room if she had calmed down, but I saw her sleeping on the couch. With a sigh, I carefully entered the room and took a blanket to cover her up.She looks more exhausted than me.I was about to
THALIAI brace myself while clenching my fists as I exit the car and walk to the nurse station to ask if someone is at Frederick’s room now. I'm here in the hospital where Fred was confined. He was still recovering from his injury.I didn't escape. I insisted on leaving home, of course, with my bodyguards, despite my brother's words not going outside the house without his permission.Again, I came here to see if he was alright. However, his father insisted on not letting me in his room. I'm also here to see Uncle Michael because I suspect him about Cassie's incident. It should be the driver who's at fault, and I knew that law enforcement already knew about the CCTV footage in our garage.“What are you doing here?”I turned around just to meet Uncle Michael behind me. His sour face seems not delighted seeing me here again for the second time.“I came here to visit Frederick–”He suddenly held my arm tightly and pulled me away from the nurse station. I couldn't resist him dragging me
THALIA I stormed inside the house, furious at the fake news scattered outside. This will affect our name and business. But I'm sure Dad and Leander already made a move to stop that bullshit news.I saw Leander coming out from the dining room, holding an almost empty bottle of water.“How did he get out?” I started.“He has been removed from one of the persons of interest–”“Because of the CCTV? Because of his former driver?”His brows furrowed in confusion. “How did you know?”I scoffed. “I knew it! You know what, I've found–”“Pack your things first.”This time, I frowned at him. “What? Why?”“You are going to Paris?” He said as he walked past me and sat on the couch, devouring the remainder of the water.I followed him as I couldn't understand.“Paris? Is Dad free to leave the country?”“Just you and Mom.”I crossed my arms and scoffed in irritation. They are going to leave us out of their plan again.“No.” I gaze at him coldly. “I'm staying here.”He irritatedly scratched his tem
THALIA Mom's eyes wavered while saying those words as if she already knew it would affect me. Well… it indeed affected me deeply, painfully. This whole situation made it even worse.I let go of my mother's hand, and I saw pain and sorrow flash through her eyes.Tears streamed out of my eyes as I looked down at my phone inside my bag.This was the first time I wanted something… someone. But everyone around me was against it. Why? What's wrong with what I wanted?“I hate business. I hate financing. I hate numbers. I hate going to high-end parties with those high heels and long dresses. I hate wearing makeup. I hate being called a princess. I hate the fact that I'm alive because my father is Caleb Carter. I hate being the shadow of Leander. I hate everyone around me controlling my moves–”Mother suddenly cupped my face and brushed my tears off of my cheeks.“I'm sorry, my baby.”“Mom…” I sniffed, trying not to bawl in the public. “He's the first valuable thing I choose willingly. He's
THALIAMy heart palpitated uncontrollably as I couldn't get a grasp upon hearing his voice that I hadn't heard for days.“Da-Damon?”I cleared my throat as my words were stuck in my throat, afraid to come out for some reason.“Meet me. I'll send you the address.” “Wh– Hello? Damon?”I looked at my screen and was confused as to why he ended it abruptly. He sounded in a hurry and didn't even give a hint of longingness through his tone.Is he angry? Because Dad was released?After a few seconds, I received a message from an unknown number. It was the location and the exact time when we should meet. I checked the number and it was the number that Damon used to call me earlier.Ten later? That's too late. Damon never wanted me to spend a night outside“Sweetie?”I immediately hid my phone behind me. “Yes?”“Let's have dinner.”I threw my phone inside my handbag and followed Mom outside our hotel room. Mom was saying something while we were in the elevator, heading down to the restaurant
(Anastasia's POV)I wake up swamped in my light blue covers, rubbing my eyes as the bright sunlight hits them. I glance over at my clock which is marked 8:05 am. Oh shit! I am gonna be late! Dashing off from the bed and quickly take a shower. As soon I was finished, I dressed in a white plain T-shirt and partnered it down with denim blue pants and black Converse. I apply a powder and lilting to my bare face before I brush my hair and tie it into a neat bun that rested on top of my head. I exited my apartment and headed to the Latte Cafe where I work as a cashier.Once I arrived, I stride inside the shop and was greeted by a warm smile from my co-worker."Good morning, Ana." "Good morning, Jane," I respond.After I set my belongings in my locker, I help Jane to set up everything before the customer dashes in. While doing our chores, Mrs. Smith arrived at the shop with a profound countenance."Ms. Hansley, to my office now." she coldly states.I glance at Jane but she just shrugged wh