“Thalassa, security just called. There's a man at the door asking to see you,”Having her breakfast, Thalassa was about to put a piece of pancake in her mouth, but her hand froze midair. Since her return to New York had been abrupt, she'd told no one about it. The only one who knew was Luisa. Unless Luisa had told Zeke.But Zeke wouldn't need permission to get into the house since the house was his. So it couldn't be him.Frowning, she asked, “Did he give a name?”“Kris Miller.” Betty answered.Thalassa sucked in a breath, dropping her fork onto her plate. What the heck was he doing here?Gritting her teeth, she snatched her phone and quickly dialed Luisa’s number.“Thalassa?” Luisa answered, surprised. “We just spoke a few minutes ago. What’s up?”“Did you tell Kris I was in New York?” Thalassa questioned.“Why do you ask?” Luisa gasped, her voice suddenly alarmed. “Don’t tell me he’s there?”“Oh, he’s here, alright. Outside the house.” Thalassa huffed. “You gave him the address, did
A smile tugged at Betty's lips as she listened to the exchange between Kris and Thalassa, but when Thalassa shot her a sharp glare, she quickly wiped it away, replacing it with a stern expression.“What were you thinking, young man? You could catch pneumonia standing in that storm,” she scolded, shaking her head.Kris shrugged, his teeth still chattering. “Wouldn’t have had to if this stubborn woman here had just come out to talk to me once.”Thalassa’s nostrils flared. “You wouldn’t have had to stand there if you’d just accepted that you’re not needed here.”Sensing the rising tension between them, Betty interrupted, glancing at Kris with concern. “You're shivering. I’m going to get you a blanket. You should probably take off your shirt to warm up quicker.”“Thank you." Kris smiled gratefully as he watched the woman leave, then he turned to Thalassa, hesitantly pointing at his shirt."Mind helping? I may not be wearing the sling anymore, but I'm not allowed to overwork my shoulder."
“What the hell do you think you're doing?!”Kris quickly withdrew his hand, clearing his throat “I thought I heard something,”"So you thought that gave you the right to just enter the room? This is not your house, Kris." she fumed, her voice low but still laced with fury.Kris raised his hand in surrender. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I got curious, but I shouldn’t have tried to enter. It won’t happen again.”“Yes, it won't happen again because you're getting out of this house right now!"Kris was taken aback by the sheer anger in her voice despite the fact that she was speaking in a low tone, and how her voice was shaking. And once again, he saw the fear in her eyes.He took a step closer. "Thalassa, I said I was sorry. I-"“Why can’t you just leave me alone, Kris? Did you have to invade my life here too?”Kris could only stare back at her in shock. "Thalassa, why are so agitated simply because I tried to enter this room?"What didn't she want him to see? He stared at her, waiting for
Thalassa’s heart pounded inside her chest so fiercely she thought it might burst. She wanted to tell him. She so badly wanted to tell him he was wrong, that she felt nothing for him. But the lie refused to leave her throat. Because, hell, she wanted him. She still loved him, and no matter how much she wanted to rip him out of her system, her heart refused to cooperate. But could they ever truly be happy together? She didn’t know. All she knew was that tonight, she wanted to forget everything that happened three years ago. She wanted to pretend they were back five years ago, when everything between them was so perfect. She knew it was dangerous. She knew she was going to regret it. But regret could come later. Before she could stop herself, she smashed her lips against his again. Their kiss was just as intense as the first time, but this time, they began moving along the hallway while their tongues battled. Before long, they were in a room. Thalassa didn't care which room it was a
The cold morning air rushing over her skin jolted Thalassa awake. Snapping her eyes open, the first thing she realized was that she was lying on a hard, warm, and familiar chest.Memories of the previous night flooded her mind. It felt like a dream, but Thalassa knew better than to fool herself into thinking she hadn't been fully aware of her actions.Bracing her palm against the bed, she carefully lifted herself off Kris's chest, moving slowly to avoid waking him. She froze when he shifted and turned his head, but thankfully, he remained asleep.Quietly slipping out of bed, she stared down at him—at his beautiful, peaceful face as he slept, the naked expanse of his body, and the erection that had done things to her last night only he had ever been able to do.A sharp pang of guilt pierced her chest.What would he say if he knew the real reason she had kissed him last night?She had kissed him out of sheer desperation and fear. She had done it to distract him, to stop him from asking
Composing herself, Thalassa glared at him. “Then I'll have the security guards throw you out.”Before Kris could respond, Betty's voice rang out from behind her. “Oh, you two are awake! Hope you had a good night. What am I even saying? Of course, you must've had a *magical* night!”She giggled, earning a sharp glare from Thalassa, while Kris flashed a faint smile, noticing that she was holding a black plastic bag.Turning to Kris, she continued, “Last night, after preparing your dinner, I came to call you down to eat, but the two of you seemed quiet... preoccupied.”Thalassa’s face flushed with embarrassment as she realized Betty had probably witnessed their heated kiss. She clenched her jaw as Kris looked at her, a teasing smile tugging at his lips.“I'm sure you didn’t eat at all yesterday, and that’s not good. Come on, let me warm up the food so you can eat something. I don’t want you passing out.”“There’s no need for that because Kris is leaving now,” Thalassa interjected quickly
As soon as the little boy set eyes on Thalassa, his face broke out with pure delight. "Mummy!"“Sweetheart,” Thalassa croaked, moving toward the bed and pulling him into a tight embrace. She held him close until he wriggled in her arms.“Mummy, let go!” he giggled.Thalassa chuckled softly and loosened her hold, pressing a gentle kiss on his forehead. “I’m sorry, baby. Mummy’s just feeling a bit emotional today.” She wiped away a stray tear and glanced at Betty. “Why was he crying?”Betty smiled warmly. “You know how he gets when he doesn’t see anyone after waking up.”Thalassa sighed and met Betty’s gaze. “You don’t seem surprised.”Betty scoffed lightly. “That Kris is the father of Alex?" Betty scoffed. "Oh come one. I knew it the moment I saw him on the CCTV. Even a blind person won't fail to see how much the boy looks like his father. I assumed it was a lovers falling out thing and now he's trying to make amends.""What surprised me," she continued. "was when he didn't even once a
“Oh my goodness, I don’t even know what to say. I can’t imagine how it must feel to be told that,” Betty whispered, her voice thick with sympathy.Thalassa didn’t need her to say anything more. She burrowed deeper into the older woman’s embrace, crying much harder than she'd cried in such a long time, until her sobs subsided.“Nobody deserves to go through something so cruel. Trust me, that woman won’t get away with her crimes forever,” Betty murmured, her voice firm. “Karma will take care of her.”“Karma?” Thalassa let out a bitter chuckle as she pulled back from the hug. “I don’t need karma to deal with her, Bertha. I’ll bring justice for the child I lost myself.”“That’s why you returned to Baltimore and only visit Alex every two weeks,” Betty deduced, her perceptive gaze fixed on Thalassa. “You've been trying to get justice.”Thalassa nodded, silence falling between them for a few seconds before Betty hesitated, then asked, “Does Kris know his mother had you attacked the day you g
Karen stared back at Kris. For a moment, her expression faltered as her mind raced, remembering the threat Linda had given her at the jail that she was going to come after her daughter.She wasn't stupid. She knew Linda could very well carry out her threats, and she didn't know what would happen to her if something happened to Tessa. But was giving her to Kris the best.Remembering that just a few days ago, Kris had vowed to take Tessa completely away from her, her expression hardened again.He was just trying to manipulate her into keeping Tessa with him, and she wasn't going to allow it.“I’m not stupid, you know,” she finally said sharply, breaking the silence. “I know your mother might target us. That’s why I’ve already taken precautions.” She straightened her posture. “I’ve requested for bodyguards from an agency. They’ll be here soon, and they'll protect Tessa and me. I can protect my daughter as much as you or even better.”Kris drew in a sharp breath of frustration. “Karen...
Karen’s face twisted into a mask of disbelief. “And who the hell is Alexander Thompson?”For a moment, she looked as though the wind had been knocked out of her. She turned sharply to Thalassa, her eyes narrowing with suspicion.“You have a son?” Karen’s voice was filled with disbelief. “How the hell is that possible? You...you lost your pregnancy when Linda sent that man to attack you. So how the hell do you have a son?”And how come her mother knew but never told her?Thalassa stood, her expression calm, but her voice edged with frost. “I don’t owe you any explanations, Karen.”Karen laughed bitterly. “You’re wrong,” she snapped. “You owe me more than that! You owe me an explanation for how you managed to make the will say this! There’s no way this could’ve come from my mother in her sane mind! I am her only daughter. I deserve to have everything!”Kris had been silent till now but was tired of the sheer unreasonableness. “Tessa was given half of everything too, Karen.”Karen whippe
Karen paced the living room like a storm brewing in a too-small teacup, her arms folded tightly across her chest. She shot a glare toward her mother's lawyer who sat calmly with his briefcase beside him, waiting.“I don’t understand,” Karen snapped. “You’re already here, so why aren’t you reading the will? In fact, why do we even need to read it? I was her only daughter. I'm sure she's giving everything to me anyway.”Mr. Sawyer adjusted his glasses. “Ms. Blade, I ask for your patience. There is one more person who needs to be present before I proceed.”Karen’s nose wrinkled as she tilted her head. “What are you talking about? Who else could possibly need to be here?”As if on cue, the doorbell echoed through the house. Karen’s lips thinned, her irritation clear.“I’ll get it,” Bridget murmured, hurrying toward the door. Moments later, the click of heels and a deep, familiar voice caused Karen to freeze.Kris stepped inside first, his hand resting protectively on Thalassa’s lower back
As Thalassa stepped down, the room was filled with sniffles and silent tears. Though she wasn't crying, the devastated look on her face and her touching words brought tears to everyone's eyes. All except for Karen, who was glaring at her from across the aisle.The somber mood in the chapel persisted as Bridget stood up and walked to the altar.“You were my boss,” Bridget began, her voice breaking slightly, “but also my best friend. A person with the rarest heart—one who could make anyone feel seen and valued.”She paused, swallowing back the lump in her throat. “You loved with your whole being. That’s who you were. To lose you… is to lose a light in this world. But I take solace in knowing you're at peace now, somewhere you can finally rest after all the pain life threw your way. You'll never be forgotten, dear madam.”The room was silent, save for the occasional muffled sobs of mourners. When Bridget sat down, the priest returned to the altar, gesturing for everyone to bow their head
“You signed Mum’s death sentence. It’s your fault she’s dead!”Karen’s tear-streaked face twisted in raw pain as she turned to Thalassa, her voice rising like a jagged knife.“That's not true!” She shouted, her hands shaking. “I didn’t know this would happen! How could I have known?”Thalassa’s eyes narrowed, her body trembling with barely restrained fury. Before she could speak, Kris stepped behind her, his jaw tight.“So it is true, Karen?” he asked, each word laced with disbelief. “You told Linda it was your mother who gave me the evidence? What the hell were you thinking?”Karen’s lips quivered, and she stumbled over her words. “I didn’t mean to! It just… slipped out while we were talking. I couldn’t take it back!”Thalassa let out a bitter laugh that was chilling to the bone. “Oh, I’m sure that’s the excuse you told yourself to sleep at night,” she snapped. “But we both know the truth. You knew exactly what you were doing. You were scared Linda would come after you, so you decide
Karen gripped the steering wheel tightly as she drove, her frustration building with every mile. It had been three days since her mother last called her.Since the day she told her mother that she didn't want anything to do with her, the woman would call at least twice a day. But she'd gone three days without doing so, and it was grating on Karen's nerves.Had she given up already? Karen was damned if she would allow that.Right now, she was driving to her mother’s house, but she wasn't going there to reconcile. She just wanted to remind her of her betrayal and make her beg for her affections again.Pulling up to the gate, she frowned. The gate didn’t open like it always did. She waited a moment, growing impatient before honking the horn. Nothing. Annoyed, she picked up her phone and dialed Bridget’s number. “Why is the gate locked?” she demanded when Bridget answered. “And why isn’t anyone opening it?” Bridget’s voice was quiet, but the exhaustion in it was evident. “Because no
The room was quiet for a moment after the doctor’s announcement. Juana’s eyes glistened with tears as she looked up at him. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “Thank you so much.”Upon waking up and being unable to move her legs immediately, she'd truly been terrified, but this had given her so much hope.The doctor gave her a kind smile. “You’re a fighter, Ms. Juana. But remember, no stress. Rest if your head feels heavy. If it worsens, inform us immediately.”Juana nodded as tears spilled down her cheeks. Thalassa and Luisa exchanged a glance before speaking in unison, their voices filled with gratitude. “Thank you, Doctor.”He nodded again and excused himself, leaving the three women alone. Luisa and Thalassa moved to either side of Juana’s bed. Luisa gently placed her hand over hers. “I’m so happy to see you awake and well,” she said softly, her voice filled with relief.Thalassa bit her lip. “Juana, I can’t tell you how grateful I am that you saved my
Thalassa’s hands trembled at her sides as her furious words hung in the air. The weight of what she had just said, what she had admitted she wanted to do, filled the room with shock.Luisa placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, her voice trembling with worry. "Thalassa... please don’t talk like that. You don’t mean it." But Thalassa’s cold, unwavering gaze shot through her. "I mean every word," she bit out, her voice low and steely. "I want to kill her. I would be doing the world a favor by getting rid of someone as vile as Linda Miller. She’s a waste of a human being." Luisa swallowed hard, unease crawling up her spine. She had seen Thalassa enraged before, but never this murdurous rage. It scared her. "I know you’re upset," Luisa said, her voice soft but firm. "You have every right to be angry, but this isn’t you. You’re not a murderer, Lassa. You’re nothing like Linda Miller." Thalassa shrugged off Luisa’s hand with a sharp jerk. Her jaw tightened, and her eyes burned with fu
Thalassa buried her face in Kris’s chest, her sobs muffled against his shirt. His arms wrapped tightly around her.She clung to him, trembling, her mind screaming against the reality she didn’t want to accept. Rita was truly gone. The door creaked open, and Kris lifted his head. The doctor entered, followed by a nurse. This time, he didn’t ask them to leave. Instead, he approached Rita’s still form, his expression solemn as he checked her vitals. After a moment, the doctor straightened and glanced at the nurse. His voice was steady as he said, "Time of death: 7:21 AM." The words felt like a punch to Thalassa’s chest, knocking the air from her lungs. Her knees threatened to buckle, but Kris tightened his grip, holding her upright. The doctor turned to her, his face filled with sympathy. "I’m very sorry for your loss," he said softly. "It happened quicker than I expected. I’ll prepare the death certificate and arrange for her body to be transferred to the morgue whenever you’re