The following morning, Thalassa was awakened by gentle knocks on her bedroom door. Since she had been drifting between consciousness and sleep, she easily woke up and called out, “Come in."The door opened, and Luisa stepped into the room. “I can't believe you're still asleep."She walked forward and sat on the bed beside Thalassa. “You and Clark sure took your time last night. I was Netflix-ing while waiting for you, but I got so exhausted that I don't even know when I climbed the stairs to my bedroom. I'm sorry. I should've called to check up on you."“It's okay," Thalassa assured her, forcing back a yawn.“What kept you two so long anyway?” Luisa asked, her eyes narrowing slightly with a mischievous smile. “Don't tell me you finally got laid after starving your pussy for more than three years.”Thalassa rolled her eyes. “No, I'm still quite celibate, I assure you. I was attacked outside the restaurant."The smile on Luisa's face vanished. “Wait! What? How can you just drop that on
There wasn’t just one article; there were several, along with videos spread across multiple news outlets, gossip magazines, and social media accounts.Clark was instantly apologetic. “Forgive me, Lassa. I should’ve listened to you when you stopped me the first time. I shouldn’t have tried to kiss you again, especially in such a public place. I promise to have all of this taken down as soon as possible. I’m going to pull every resource I can to—”“Clark... Clark... Clark!” Thalassa called out firmly to cut off his rambling. “It’s okay.”“What? I thought you would be upset with me.”Thalassa pursed her lips. “I’m not. And you don’t have to bother having anything taken down.”“But... you’re not upset that people are saying we have a relationship when it isn’t true?”“I knew the consequences that would come with finally revealing my identity to the world, Clark. I know that the paparazzi are always going to be in my space,” Thalassa said calmly.This wasn’t the first time she’d had pictur
The incessant ringing of his penthouse doorbell jolted Kris out of his sleep. He'd ignored it for a while, hoping it would stop, but the ringing only got worse until he couldn't ignore it anymore.“This building better fucking be on fire," he cursed under his breath as he shot out of bed and made his way out of the bedroom, down the stairs, and to the door.His annoyance grew when he yanked the door open and saw that it was Alden.“Wow, I still can't believe you moved out of your house."Kris gritted his teeth. “And you woke me up this early in the morning just to tell me that?"“Early?" Alden scoffed and pulled out his phone, turning the screen toward Kris.Kris mellowed a bit when he saw that it was already 8 in the morning. He'd spent the night tossing in bed and must've only drifted to sleep around 4 a.m. As such, he felt exhausted.“Come in," he said with a sigh as he stepped aside.“Who said I was asking for your permission?" Alden rolled his eyes as he walked inside, causing Kr
Zeke wasn’t in a very bright mood. No, that was an understatement; he was in a very shitty mood.How could he not be after seeing the trending news about Thalassa and Clark’s supposed relationship?With a grim expression, he made his way into the foyer of TT Fashion Company and headed to one of the elevators. Just as the door was about to close, a young man in a delivery uniform, holding a bouquet of white lilies, rushed in.Zeke didn’t think much of it until he realized the young man hadn’t punched in another floor. His suspicions were confirmed when after they reached the top floor and the elevator's door opened, the young man began stepping out.“Hey,” Zeke called out in a low voice but the guy heard and stopped.“Yes?” The young man replied, looking a bit impatient.“Who are you bringing those flowers to?”The delivery man checked the card tucked into the bouquet. “Thalassa Thompson. It’s from Clark Morgan. Am I on the right floor?”Zeke’s jaw clenched. How long had this been goin
Tempers flared. Tension thrummed through the air. The two men looked like they were ready to pounce on each other. Not wanting that to happen, Thalassa quickly inserted herself between them.“What is going on here?" she demanded, her questioning gaze on Kris.“Why don't you ask that guy?" Kris sneered, waving the bouquet of pink lilies in his hand. “He’s not satisfied with just controlling his sister's life. He also thinks he has the right to make decisions for you."Thalassa was confused. She turned to look at Zeke. “What is he talking about?"Guilt mixed with anger on Zeke's face, but he didn’t say anything.“What? Cat got your tongue?” Kris snickered. “Since you won't tell her, I will. Thalassa, I sent some flowers to be delivered to you, but this bastard sent away the delivery man and even threatened to call security on him, all while claiming that it was by your instructions.”He was so glad he had stayed in his car after sending the delivery man to deliver the flowers.Thalassa
The Fashion Awards show was fast approaching, and the fashion industry and the internet at large were abuzz with anticipation.It was an event that was organized by top fashion gurus every two years. Several designers would be invited to witness the event but only five were selected to be part of the exhibition and stand the chance of winning the ultimate title.Having lead the most successful fashion house in the last year, Thalassa Thompson’s name was easily among the top five along with other designers. This was the first time she was being nominated. Another name that also rang loudly was the name of Linda Miller.Despite the decline in her company’s sales, especially in the last year, Linda Miller had held the title of ‘Queen of Fashion’ four times, two of which were won consecutively. She was still the reigning Queen of Fashion, so it was no surprise that she was also nominated despite all the controversies.It was no secret that the Miller Fashion House had some of the best des
The excitement in the air was palpable as fans and aspiring designers who hadn't been invited lined up behind metal barriers overlooking the red carpet. Cameras flashed, and cheers erupted as luxury cars pulled up, each carrying a famous face from the fashion world. Celebrities stepped out, dressed in plush gowns that flowed with every step they took. Reporters hustled to get interviews.Linda Miller's arrival caused a similar uproar. As expected of the Miller family, almost all the members attended such events together: Kris, Susan, Tyler, and Cynthia. Karen Miller was nowhere in sight.Kris was driving, dressed in a sleek black suit as he got out to open his mother's door. Linda stepped out with her head held high, wearing a stunning emerald green gown. Her fans chanted, "Queen of Fashion!" as Linda and her family made their way down the red carpet.The reporters instantly had their mics ready. One asked, "How are you feeling tonight, Linda? Good, or nervous?"Linda forced a confi
“Yes!” Kris nearly shouted but managed to control himself. Thalassa had arrived, which meant she was okay.His mood soured a little when he saw Clark Morgan and Zeke Mathews, along with three women, taking the front-row seats reserved for Thalassa and her team.Murmurs erupted among the guests. Some were pleased with the announcement, while others were not as happy.“What? This is unethical! She doesn’t deserve to be allowed to participate after pulling out,” Susan protested loudly, receiving murmurs of agreement from other guests.Linda’s face had turned pale with anger. She clenched her fists tightly, her sharply pointed manicured fingernails digging painfully into her palms.“That stupid lowlife,” she silently fumed.All eyes turned to the stage, waiting for TT Fashion’s exhibition. As a rhythmic song began to play, one by one, stunning models in equally gorgeous dresses sauntered down the runway, each step radiating grace and elegance.The dresses they showcased were breathtaking,
“What’s wrong with my wife, doctor? Is she okay?” Kris questioned at the hospital after the doctor was done examining Thalassa. The doctor offered a reassuring smile. “Mr. Miller, please calm down. Your wife is perfectly fine.” Kris’s heart slowed just a little. “Then why did she faint?” Thalassa was sitting up on the hospital bed. Her brow furrowed, and her lips pressed into a thin line. “Doctor, it’s probably menopause,” she said matter-of-factly. “I haven’t had my period in two months. I know it happens earlier for some women.” She wasn't exactly pleased that she was having her menopause at 40 years old, but she had been expecting it. The doctor shook his head gently, a knowing smile on his face. “Mrs. Miller, it’s not menopause, I assure you.” That didn't help to assuage Kris's worry. “Then…what is it?” The doctor looked between them, savoring the moment before delivering the news. “Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Miller. You’re three months pregnant.” For a long second, sile
THIRTEEN YEARS LATERIt was the thirteenth anniversary of Kris and Thalassa’s remarriage, and as had become their tradition, it was a time for celebration with loved ones.The familiar hum of laughter and clinking silverware filled the air, creating a cozy, joyful atmosphere.At the adults’ table, Thalassa sat with her chin resting on her hand, her smile gentle as her gaze lingered on the people who had become their family. Alden and Luisa were seated across from her.Their three children—Andrew, the 12-year-old charmer; Matthew, the mischievous 9-year-old; and Emma, their 5-year-old firecracker—were occupying their seats at the kids’ table.Beside Alden and Luisa were Zeke and Millie, who had flown in from New York with their boisterous 10-year-old triplets, Max, Mia, and Miles.Alex and Tessa were sitting at the adults' table. No longer children, they'd blossomed into young adults. Alex had grown into a tall, broad-shouldered, and cool-headed teenager, much like his father. While Te
The car pulled into a luxurious beachfront resort, its white walls gleaming against the backdrop of the turquoise ocean.Thalassa blinked, the gentle sound of waves lapping against the shore stirring something deep in her memory.They were in Cabo San Lucas.The moment it clicked in her mind, her breath hitched. She glanced out at the golden sands stretching endlessly before her, the rugged cliffs towering in the distance, and the sparkling waters that seemed to stretch into infinity. This wasn’t just any place.It was the place she'd thought she and Kris would be going for their first honeymoon while getting married five years ago. But of course, right after their wedding, Kris had cancelled their honeymoon.Her chest tightened as a surge of emotions threatened to overwhelm her. She turned to Kris, her voice barely above a whisper. “You remembered.”Kris’s lips curved into a soft smile as he reached for her hand, brushing his thumb over her knuckles.“Of course I remembered,” he said
After his aunt disappeared from sight, Kris made his way back to Thalassa on the dance floor. She stood there, her eyes soft and grateful, watching him approach. Her expression said everything—how much his unwavering defense against Cynthia meant to her. When he reached her, she tilted her head and whispered, "Thank you."Kris cupped her cheek, brushing his thumb against her skin. “You don’t have to thank me, love,” he murmured.Straightening, Kris raised his voice to the room, announcing, “Alright, everyone! Let’s get back to celebrating!” The guests cheered, and almost immediately, the jovial atmosphere returned, laughter and clinking glasses echoing in the air.As the music played on, Kris slid his arms around Thalassa’s waist, pulling her close. Before she could react, he dipped his head, nuzzling her neck with deliberate passion. The soft tickle of his lips against her skin sent a shiver down her spine, and she let out a surprised laugh.“Kris,” she whispered, her laughter bub
Kris’s fingers trembled slightly as he slid the delicate band onto Thalassa's finger, his gaze locked onto hers.Her lips quivered, tears glistening in her eyes, and when she looked down at her hand adorned with his promise, she sniffled and quipped through her tears,“Now how am I supposed to top that vow?”A ripple of laughter echoed through the guests, softening the intensity of the moment. Kris chuckled along with them, his own eyes wet as he mouthed, I love you.Zeke stepped forward with the second ring, offering it to Thalassa with a small nod of encouragement. She took a deep breath, steadying her emotions as she began her vows.“Kris,” she started, her voice trembling but firm. “We’ve been through more than a lot of couples ever have since we fell in love. We've experienced more heartaches than a lot of couples have. We've cried more tears than a lot of couples have. But we’ve also survived more than most couples could ever dream of surviving. Despite everything, every obstacl
ONE MONTH LATER... The beach was transformed into a paradise, a breathtaking blend of romance and nature. Rows of white chairs with soft blue ribbons faced an altar made of driftwood, wrapped in delicate white fabric that fluttered in the breeze. Seashells and flowers adorned the aisle, their fragrance mingling with the salty ocean air. Lanterns filled with candles were set along the path, their flames flickering gently despite the sunlight. The waves whispered as they lapped the shore, a soothing background to the laughter and murmurs of the gathered guests. Among the guests sat a healthy Juana, her face radiant with happiness. Though she now had to walk with the help of a cane, her physiotherapist had assured her that she would soon be walking on her own two feet. Kris stood at the altar, his fingers clasped tightly in front of him. He adjusted his tie for the umpteenth time. “Dude, you're acting like you haven't done this before." Alden chuckled, standing to his left as his
Tessa pulled back from the hug first, her little hands clasped together as she looked up at Alex with wide, curious eyes. "Do you want to play with my dollhouse?" she asked, her voice light and full of hope. Alex tilted his head, thinking. "Okay," he said, then quickly added, "But we will play with my toy cars after. Okay?" "Okay!" Tessa agreed with a grin. "Let’s go!" The two children turned and, hand in hand, skipped off together, their laughter echoing. Kris and Thalassa watched them go, a shared warmth blooming between them as they stood side by side. Rising to his feet, Kris turned to Thalassa, noticing the shimmer of tears in her eyes. His brows knitted together in concern as he stepped closer. "What’s wrong?" he asked softly, brushing a stray tear from her cheek. Thalassa smiled, but it was tinged with a bittersweet emotion. "It’s just… Alex has always wanted a little sister. Ever since he was old enough to understand what that meant. I never thought I’d be able to give
Kris and Thalassa both knelt as Alex barreled into their arms, his small frame colliding with Thalassa first. His tiny arms wrapped tightly around her neck as he exclaimed, "Mummy! I missed you, Mummy!"Thalassa’s arms encircled him, her voice trembling as she whispered, "I missed you too, sweetheart. So much." Her fingers gently stroked his hair as their joy filled the room. Despite himself, Kris suddenly felt a slight wave of anxiety.He had only spent a few days in New York with Alex weeks ago. Sure, they spoke on video calls almost daily, but what if the boy didn’t greet him with the same joy? What if Alex still felt distant toward him?But as if sensing his hesitation, Alex, while still hugging Thalassa, stretched one small arm toward Kris.“Daddy, come!” he said, his voice warm and inviting.Kris felt his chest swell with emotion. A grin broke across his face as he leaned into the embrace, his arms encircling both Thalassa and Alex. Together, the three of them shared a family h
Kris was in Tessa's room, leaning against the doorframe, his gaze fixed on the small figure curled up in bed. Her breathing was soft and even, her chest rising and falling rhythmically under the fluffy pink comforter. Moments ago, she had clung to him, her small hands gripping his shirt as she begged him to promise over and over again that he was her daddy, her only daddy, and that he would never let the bad man take her away.Now, she slept peacefully, her expression serene, as though the weight of her fears had finally been lifted after his promises.The sound of soft footsteps behind him pulled Kris from his thoughts. He turned to see Thalassa standing in the doorway, a faint smile on her lips.“It’s done,” she said simply. stepping beside him. “That coward is in jail.”“Good." Kris gritted his teeth together, feeling a surge of relief. That scoundrel was finally where he belonged. But he was confused about one thing.“Why now?” he asked. “You had evidence against him all this tim