“So you and Clark... you’re serious now? Are you dating him?” Millie asked.“I wish!” Luisa interjected. “She’s still going on about her ‘I’ll never fall in love again. Blah blah blah.’ But I know Clark will slowly melt her heart. Isn’t he so handsome?”“Uh... yes.” Millie nodded, but in her head, she added, ‘but only on the outside.’Indeed, she’d initially thought Clark was a gentleman, even if he’d seemed a bit too sweet. She’d even thought that she would be happy if he helped Thalassa to finally move on, but after everything Kris’s investigator had revealed, she was wishing for the complete opposite.It troubled her that Thalassa was close to someone like Clark, but as much as she wanted to warn her friend, she couldn’t say anything because she feared Thalassa would accuse her of being sent by Kris to influence her or turn her against Clark.She just hoped the investigators could find damning evidence soon or that Kris could somehow manage to convince Thalassa of how dangerous Cla
Millie's heart pounded in her chest, and all she wished for in that moment was for the earth to open up and swallow her whole."Why do you have those bruises, Millie?" Zeke asked, his voice more serious than before."Bruises?" Millie chuckled nervously, shifting her back away from the mirror so he couldn't see the reflection anymore. "You must have seen wrong. Why would I have bruises?""I'm not stupid, Millie. I know what I saw," Zeke said, taking a step closer to her.Millie felt like she was going to pass out as he approached. "Zeke, please leave. It's not appropriate for you to be here while I'm barely dressed. Please go."Whether or not the situation was appropriate was the last thing on Zeke's mind as he closed most of the distance between them."Forgive me," he apologized for what he was about to do.Placing his hand on her shoulder, he tried to turn her back to face him, but Millie resisted."Zeke, no, please...""Millie..." Zeke ground out.There was a warning in his tone tha
“I... I'm a masochist. My pleasure comes from pain, so whenever we have sex, I tell him to do this to make me feel good.”Silence fell over the room. Zeke stood frozen, so shocked that words escaped him. Millie’s face was filled with shame, but was it because she was lying—or because she was telling the truth?Francis stepped forward, wrapping his arms around Millie, his mocking gaze never leaving Zeke.“Are you satisfied now? Feel good about yourself, making her confess something she’s ashamed of?” he sneered.The grating sound of Francis’s voice snapped Zeke out of his shock, and he spat, “You’re a fucking liar! I saw those bruises myself. They weren’t playful bruises. Millie would never ask for something like that.”Francis scoffed, his voice laced with contempt. “Apart from the fact that our bedroom business is none of yours, you didn’t hear it from me—you heard it from her. She’s into rough and kinky stuff when we’re intimate. Didn’t
"Kris was an idiot. I completely agree with that. But I could never doubt the love he has for Thalassa. I've been with him all these years. I was there when he desperately tried to verify those pictures of her supposedly cheating on him. It shattered him every time he was told they were real. And yet, even after that, he still chose to marry her." Luisa spun around, her expression hardening. "He married her to make her suffer." Alden nodded slowly, not bothering to deny it. "Yes, but that wasn’t his only reason. He married her because he still had hope—hope that she would confess what he thought she’d done. Despite how betrayed he felt, he was willing to forgive her if he saw that she truly regretted betraying him, if she showed him that she didn't want to lose him. That’s how much he loved her, Luisa. And he still does." A curt chuckle escaped Luisa. "He loved her so much that he knocked up the woman who was supposed to be her best friend and married her right shortly their divo
Panic seized Luisa’s expression. “Oh God, if you’re right, I need to warn Thalassa right away. She has to know Clark is dangerous.”Noticing how her breathing grew shallow, Alden gently cupped her face between his hands.“Hey, hey... breathe, Luisa. It’s okay,” he soothed.Luisa nodded and followed his advice, dragging in a breath to calm her nerves. But the anxiety still lingered.“I can’t believe this,” she muttered. “I’ve been pushing Thalassa toward Clark because I thought he was a good guy. I thought he’d make her happy. Oh God, I need to change her mind.”“You will,” Alden reassured her, his voice steady. “But first, calm down. We could be dealing with a lot more than we realize when it comes to Clark. We need to approach this carefully, with a clear head. Can you do that?”His hand lingered on her face as his gaze locked on hers, and suddenly, Luisa felt captivated by the warmth in his gold-flecked eyes. Her chest suddenly felt too tight, forcing her to breathe through her mout
“Alden was here?” Thalassa asked, her brows raised. “When?”“Just a few minutes ago. I saw him stepping out of the elevator,” Clark replied, fixing his gaze on Luisa. “Did he come to see you?”Luisa resisted the urge to snap at him, to tell him it was none of his business, but she bit her tongue and held back her retort.Thalassa smiled, her eyes lighting up as she turned to Luisa. “Did he finally ask you out? Are you two together now?”Both of them were staring at her expectantly, but Clark’s gaze was much more intent on her, making Luisa feel uneasy.“Yes,” she lied, feeling trapped. She couldn’t give any other answer, especially with Clark watching her so closely. If she denied it, it would mean having to explain what Alden actually came to do.Thalassa beamed. “That’s great! I’m happy for you, Sis.”“Thanks,” Luisa replied, forcing a smile. “Thalassa, I need to talk to you—”Clark cut her off with a smooth chuckle. “You said you had something to discuss with Thalassa, but we’re k
“I’ll let you know if we need your help.” Luisa said, her voice coming out sharper than she intended. Clark’s smile dropped, but he restored it almost immediately, and an awkward silence settled over the table for a few seconds until he broke it with another ferrible joke. A few minutes later, their food was brought to them. “Luisa, are you sure everything’s okay? You haven’t taken a bite yet,” Thalassa asked, noticing Luisa was just poking her salad with her fork after she and Clark had already been eating for a while. “Everything’s fine, Lassa. Don’t worry,” Luisa replied, forcing herself to take a forkful of salad to ease Thalassa's concern. But she could feel Clark’s eyes on her every few seconds. Not wanting to raise his suspicions, she forced herself to finish everything on her plate, acting as normal as she could. When they were done, Clark paid the bill. Just as Luisa thought they were about to leave, he excused himself. “Will the ladies excuse me? I need to use the
That evening, Luisa turned off the shower and stepped out of the cubicle, feeling refreshed physically, but inside, the anxiety still lingered.After they'd returned to the office, she had tried to talk to Thalassa again. Despite seeing moments where Thalassa was truly considering her words, it hadn’t been enough to finally get her to listen.Sighing, Luisa toweled off her body and stepped into her bedroom just as her phone began ringing on the bed. She picked it up, her heart soaring when she saw the name on the screen—Alden."Hello," she said softly, trying not to sound too excited."Luisa..." He breathed her name in a way that sent a shiver of sensation straight to her core."Alden...""I know I said I’d call you later, but I couldn’t wait. I need to see you," he said.Luisa's heart raced with excitement. "Me... me too.""Really?""Yes."Thoughts of him had been the only thing distracting her from the worry she felt for her best friend—his enticing smell, the warmth of his body...
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