Hola, queridas amigos. Todavia estas aquii? Haha, hope my Spanish wasn't that bad. I'm still learning. Anyways, all I'm trying to ask is, are you guys still here? This place feels awfully quiet without your comments hating on these annoying characters. *author cries pitifully in broken Spanish.* Okay, enough goofiness. Thank you for reading!
Luisa’s words smashed into Kris like a huge ball of ice. For several seconds, he stood frozen, his mind reeling, unable to fully process the accusation that had just been hurled at him.When he finally regained his senses, his widened eyes shifted from Luisa to Thalassa.“What is she... what is she talking about, Thalassa?”Thalassa didn’t respond. She just stared back at him with the same coldness in her eyes. It was Luisa who broke the silence.“Don’t even try to deny it, Kris. Carmen told us everything. She told us how you sought her out and offered her a million dollars to sneak into the company after hours and destroy all our hard work.”“Carmen?” Kris’s voice rose in disbelief. “Who the hell is Carmen? I’ve never met any of your models, and I certainly would never ask anyone to do such a thing. What’s wrong with you?”He turned his pleading eyes back to Thalassa. “Las... Thalassa, please tell me you don’t believe anything whoever this Carmen is, said to you. You don’t, right?”H
The guard grabbed Kris, ready to drag him out, but Kris shrugged him off.“I know my way out,” he muttered.With that, he made his way out of the backstage area and entered the main hall. Murmurs of accusation still filled the room, all directed at his mother, who looked increasingly frustrated.As he looked at her, suspicion twisted in Kris’s gut. He remembered his mother vehemently telling him that she didn’t want Thalassa anywhere near their lives.Had she become so obsessed with keeping Thalassa out of his life that she would orchestrate this to make Thalassa hate him even more, ensuring she would never forgive him?His chest tightened as he approached her. “Mum, you and I need to talk,” he said firmly.Linda looked at him, her eyes widening in alarm. “Kris, why do you have that expression on your face? You can’t possibly believe—”She tried to continue, but Kris wasn’t listening. He led the way, giving her no choice but to follow him. The rest of the family trailed behind, and al
“Another bottle,” Kris muttered, his voice barely audible over the din of the bar.“Right away, sir,” the bartender replied, nodding briskly.A few seconds later, a chilled, uncapped bottle of beer slid across the counter to Kris. He picked it up and took a long gulp, drinking as much as he could until the fizz burned his throat and forced him to stop.“I knew I’d find you here,” a familiar voice said from behind him as he set the bottle down. “I almost gave up looking when I didn’t see you in the VIP booth,” Alden admitted as he slid onto the stool next to Kris.Noticing the bottle in front of Kris, relief rolled through Alden, glad that it wasn’t whiskey or scotch. He signaled to the bartender. “I’ll have a bottle too.”Kris lifted his beer again, taking another swig, causing Alden to cringe sympathetically at the thought of how it was going to burn down Kris’s throat. But he knew his best friend needed this.“I already heard about what happened at the awards show,” Alden said, as
Kris’s hand quivered, his breath coming out shakily as anger rushed through him. He hadn’t considered Karen as a possible culprit since she had nothing to do with the fashion world, but what Alden was saying made a lot of sense.He immediately jumped off his stool and grabbed his bottle. Bringing it to his lips, he chugged the remaining beer, his grip tightening around the bottle as he wished it was Karen’s neck so that he could strangle the hell put of it.“Where are you going?” Alden asked, holding him back as Kris was about to storm off.“Do you really need to ask?” Kris sneered.“Touché.” Alden nodded. “You’re going to confront Karen. Fine, but give me the keys. I’ll drive. You’re drunk.”Kris glared at him. “I’m not drunk.”As much as he’d wanted to drink himself into a stupor, he knew he needed a clear head to think, which was why he’d opted for beer instead of whiskey.The bartender, who had obviously been listening to their conversation, chimed in. “He’s right, Alden. He only
“I meant everything I said on that stage. This award isn’t just for me; it’s for all of us because we’re a team. Without all of you, this wouldn’t have been possible,” Thalassa said to the gathering of her employees at TT Fashion House the following morning.“And as I mentioned, prepare for a percentage increase in your various salaries because you deserve it,” Luisa added, standing beside Thalassa and heightening the excitement of everyone present.“Thank you, Luisa and Lassa. You two are the best bosses ever!” one of the women said, receiving echoes of agreement from the rest.“Please don’t let what Carmen did get to you. None of us would ever do something like that to you,” another employee assured.Thalassa’s smile faltered slightly. “I hope so.”She knew better than to be naive and assume none of them would betray her. She hadn’t expected Carmen’s betrayal, but all it had taken was a bribe, and Carmen had turned against her.“Thank you, everyone,” Thalassa said, bringing the smal
“I’m fucking going crazy, Alden. I need to see her,” Kris gritted out, pacing his office.Last night, after leaving the Miller Mansion, he had wanted to go straight to Thalassa to reaffirm his innocence. But Alden had dissuaded him from it, telling him that he needed to wait for some time for Thalassa to reflect on everything so that they could have a calm conversation about it later.And today, Alden was saying the same thing.“How long is it going to take?” Kris muttered, his frustration bubbling over. “Surely, she’s had enough time to reflect and will be willing to listen to reason by now.” With a decisive nod, he added, “I’m going to see her. I can’t wait any longer.”Just as he was about to leave his office, a knock sounded at the door. Kris opened it to find Millie standing there.“You’re late,” he saud, a barbed edge to his voice.“Sorry,” Millie replied, stepping inside. “I had to go see Thalassa after hearing about what happened.”Kris’s ears perked up as he closed the door b
Walking back to his desk, Kris picked up his phone, which he'd nearly forgotten in his earlier haste to see Thalassa. “Who are you calling?” Alden asked as Kris began tapping rapidly on it. Kris didn’t respond, dialing a number and bringing the phone to his ear. He drummed his fingers impatiently on the desk as he waited for Smoke to answer. When the man finally picked up, Kris hissed, “I told you I wanted the report on Clark Morgan immediately, but it’s been five days already.” Smoke cleared his throat on the other end. “Forgive me, Mr. Miller, but my contacts overseas had a hard time searching for information on Morgan.” Kris’s nostrils flared. “So you don’t have anything yet?” “No,” Smoke clarified. “I do have something. I’m just trying to explain that—” “What are you waiting for, then? For me to roll out the red carpet before you come and give me the information?” “No, sir. I’m just on my way to your office now. I’ll be there in a few minutes.” “Make it quick,” Kris said,
“Lassa, the orders we’ve been receiving and the deadlines outweigh our capacity. There’s a lot of pressure right now because we need to deliver them all on time if we want to ensure customer satisfaction,” the man in front of her informed her.He was in charge of production across all the sewing factories of TT Fashion, which were spread across the entire country, with some on other continents.Thalassa bit her lip thoughtfully as she looked at the stats showing the ratio of orders to production capacity. She finally looked up at the man.“Andrew, talk to the procurement team. I need more factories set up—enough to meet the demand. Also, instruct the managers of all the factories to offer the workers as much incentive as possible. Increase each seamstress’s salary by 10%.”Andrew blinked in surprise. “But the seamstresses are already getting above-average pay for their work.”“It doesn’t matter,” Thalassa said flatly.Andrew cleared his throat. “If you don’t mind me making a suggestio
The bullet hit Linda square in the shoulder. Linda crumpled to the floor, clutching her arm. She groaned in pain as the blood seeped through her fingers, mixing with the gasoline pooling beneath her. Karen didn’t hesitate. She immediately rushed towards Thalassa’s chair, her movements frantic but determined. “Hold still,” she muttered, her trembling hands fumbling with the ropes binding Thalassa’s wrists. After some seconds, the ropes finally loosened. Thalassa pulled her hands free and immediately bent down to help Karen untie her legs. The knot slipped, and she finally stood, her heart pounding wildly. “We need to leave, Karen,” she said, her voice sharp with urgency. “Yes.” Karen nodded, breathless. “Let’s go.” Neither of them saw Linda reaching into her handbag and pulling out a pistol. Just as they turned to run, a gunshot exploded in the air. Thalassa froze as Karen let out a gasp of pain. “Karen!” she screamed. Karen staggered, her hand clutching her stomach where blood
After spreading one gallon of the gasoline. Linda moved to the next, then the next. And the next.The pungent liquid soaked into the cracks of wooden members, splattered against the cardboard boxes strewn around the room, and puddled near Thalassa’s chair.Thalassa’s heart hammered violently in her chest, but she kept her face a mask of defiance. No. She had to do something. You couldn't die. Not today.She needed to get back to Alex and Kris. They were waiting for her. Alex needed her. But no matter how she wriggled her wrists, the rope refused to loosen.Linda finished pouring the last gallon, letting the empty container clatter to the floor. Straightening up, she brushed her hands against her dress, a twisted smile curling her lips as she turned to face Thalassa.From a nearby chair, she grabbed her handbag and pulled out a somewhat small device. Then she walked back toward Thalassa, holding it up like a trophy.“This,” Linda began, her voice laced with cruel amusement, “is a deto
Thalassa's heart pounded violently in her chest as the thugs came closer and closer.She kept her face hard, her jaw clenched. Every instinct screamed at her to panic because she knew this was no joke, but she refused to give Linda or her thugs the satisfaction."Don't you dare come closer," she spat through gritted teeth, her voice steady despite the storm raging inside her.One of the thugs threw his head back and laughed. "She's trying to act hard.” His lips curled into a lecherous grin. "Don't worry, sweetheart. We'll break you in no time. Turn you into a nice, docile little bitch begging for our cocks."Thalassa jerked her chair back as far as it could go, her muscles straining against the ropes that bound her. But one of the thugs circled behind her, his rough hands already reaching for the knots securing her wrists to the chair.She could feel his breath on the back of her neck as he muttered, "Don't make this harder on yourself by resisting.”He had begun untangling the ropes
Kris paced back and forth in the living room like a caged animal, his jaw clenched and his hands tugging through his hair in sheer frustration and desperation.His voice was low, barely above a hiss, as he spoke into his phone. “What do you mean the surveillance ends at that spot? And the car is never seen again? Did it fucking disappear into thin air?”His steps quickened as his anxiety surged. “Listen to me, Smoke. The next time you call me, you better have something useful to tell me.”He ended the call with a sharp tap and flung the phone onto the couch, his breath coming in uneven gasps. Alden and Luisa were sitting on the couch across from him, their expressions tense as they silently watched.Tessa was curled up in Luisa’s arms, her small chest rising and falling as she slept. Luisa stroked her hair absently, her eyes rimmed with exhaustion, but no one said a word.It had been hours since Thalassa’s car was found in the middle of the road with bullet holes and shattered glass.
Karen hesitated in front of the door, her hand hovering over the knob. Her breathing was shallow, her chest aching. She was in front of the door to her mother's room.It was the first time she’d stood here since her mother’s death. No, not just her death. It had been years since she’d stepped into this room. Her fingers tightened around the knob, turning it slowly. The door creaked open, and Karen stepped inside. Everything was exactly as her mother had left it: spotless, warm, yet eerily silent. Her eyes scanned the familiar space, and a wave of nostalgia washed over her, nearly knocking her off her feet.She closed the door behind her and leaned against it, taking in the faint scent of lavender that still lingered in the air.Her throat tightened as memories came rushing back. She remembered when she was eight years old and her father’s death was plastered across the news. He'd died while cruising on the sea.She hadn’t understood it at the time, but the image of the wrecked yacht
Thalassa groaned as consciousness crept back to her. Her head felt heavy, like a storm had taken up residence in her skull. She blinked her eyes open, and she was greeted by nearly pitch-black darkness.The air was cold and stale, tinged with the metallic scent of rust and dampness. She was sitting in a chair, and it didn't take long for her to realize that her wrists and ankles were bound tightly to the chair.She wriggled her wrists, trying to see if she could free her hands from the ropes, but they only dug painfully into her skin. The knots didn’t budge.The sound of footsteps broke the silence, sharp and deliberate against the concrete floor. Then the voice of the woman she hated more than anything in the world echoed through the space.“Don’t bother, darling. You’re only wasting your time.”Thalassa froze, her breath catching in her throat. The dim light overhead flickered on, falling on the woman in front of her.Linda.She was standing a few feet away, a satisfied smirk on her
The engine’s steady hum filled the car as Thalassa leaned back against the plush leather seat, her phone pressed tightly to her ear.She barely registered the bodyguards seated in the front, their voices muffled as they exchanged words about security measures. Her focus was solely on the call.She'd been dialing Betty's number since Kris left a few minutes ago, but the other woman wasn't picking up. Finally, the tone of the call being answered came through.“Thank God you finally picked up, Betty,” Thalassa said, her voice trembling just enough to betray her nerves.“Thalassa?” Betty’s warm, familiar voice came through the line. "Oh, sorry, I was in the shower. Is something wrong? You sound... tense.”Thalassa closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. “Please,” she begged, her words rushed. “Tell me my son is safe.”There was a short pause before Betty chuckled lightly. “You called to ask that an hour ago. Alex is fine, I promise. Safe and sound. He’s having the time of his life with tha
Kris groaned, the dull ache in the back of his head pulling him from the haze of unconsciousness. His vision blurred as he blinked rapidly, trying to focus. A small, trembling voice broke through the fog.“Daddy, please wake up,” Tessa sobbed, her tiny hands clutching at his arm. She was hunched over his body, tears streaming down her cheeks, her whole frame shaking.Kris forced himself upright, wincing as his fingers pressed against the throbbing lump on his head. His heart clenched at the sight of his daughter’s tear-streaked face.“Tessa,” he rasped, pulling her into his arms. “I’m okay, baby. I’m here. Don’t cry.”He cradled her against his chest, rocking her gently, ignoring the sharp pain in his skull. Her sobs slowly subsided as he murmured soothing words, stroking her hair.After a moment, Kris pulled back to look at her. “Are you hurt? Did they do anything to you?”Tessa shook her head, her lip quivering. “No… but I was so scared, Daddy. They had guns.”Kris swallowed hard, h
Kris’s fingers tightened around the phone, his knuckles white against the smooth surface. For a moment, the world around him seemed to freeze, his mind struggling to process Karen’s words. Tessa. Taken. His breath caught in his throat. Then, the cold reality slammed into him like a freight train.“What do you mean they took her?!” Kris hissed, his voice sharp and rising in panic.Karen’s voice came through the speaker again, shaky and tearful. “They— they shot the guard, Kris. They came into the house with guns. They said they’d hurt me if I didn’t give them Tessa.”His stomach churned, dread twisting his insides. “And you did?” he bit out, his voice breaking with a mix of anger and desperation. “I didn’t have a choice!” Karen cried. “I tried to stop them, but they hit me—I couldn’t—” Her words dissolved into sobs.Kris raked a hand through his hair, feeling like he was going crazy. “I told you! I told you to let me take her!” His voice cracked with raw emotion, his anger barely mas