All three women stared anxiously at the lawyer, waiting for his response to Thalassa's question.Mr. Baelish shook his head. “No, I'm not saying she will be released. The evidence is enough to bring the case to court, which is already damaging, but we’ll need something stronger to convict her. We need to link her directly to the more serious crimes—drug and human trafficking. What happened to the evidence you mentioned two days ago?”Thalassa's expression hardened as she recalled the sinking feeling she'd had when she found the safe empty. “I don't know how, but Linda found out what I was planning, and she had the evidence removed from the safe before I could get to it.”The lawyer raised an eyebrow. “‘Had’ it removed?”“Yes," Thalassa nodded, her voice firm. "From the way the safe was left open, it looked like whoever took it was in a hurry. The evidence was cleared minutes before I went into the room. Linda couldn’t have done it herself—she was at the party downstairs the entire tim
“What do you think will happen when I hand all that evidence over to the police?”Linda's heart thundered in her chest, but she gritted her teeth, refusing to let her anxiety show as she glared at Karen.“You wouldn't dare.”“Wouldn't I?” Karen scoffed, looking unfazed. “I have evidence in my hands that can destroy you. Your reign over me is over, Linda Miller. And just to be clear, the 2 billion you demanded for Henry to invest in your failing fashion house is off the table. Now, I’m the one calling the shots.”“You don’t know who you’re messing with, you stupid girl," Linda sneered. "If you truly saw what was in the bag, you should know I’m capable of much more than just telling my son that your daughter isn’t his. I’ve told you before, and I’ll repeat it: you don’t want to be my enemy, Karen."For a moment, Karen felt a shiver run down her spine, but she quickly shook it off, maintaining her confident expression. She wasn’t going to let Linda intimidate her—not this time.“What’s a
Millie slowly awoke from her deep slumber. Fluttering her eyes open, she tensed when she realized she wasn't in her own bedroom.The room was different. More importantly, the loud snoring from Francis, which both grated on her nerves and terrified her, was absent.Instantly, the memories from last night came crashing through her mind: Francis catching her speaking with Zeke over the phone, flying into a rage, and beginning to beat her; Zeke’s sudden intervention, taking her to his house; and her breakdown when he asked why she wanted to return to Francis.He had held her while she cried, and that was the last thing she remembered. How had she ended up in this room and bed?Shifting onto her back, she winced as she felt stinging pain, but it didn’t hurt as much as it had the first time—or the countless other times.Whenever Francis was upset with her, her back always suffered the consequences. He never hit her face or arms—only places that could be hidden by her dresses.A gentle knock
Their gazes held for a few seconds before Zeke cleared his throat and looked away.“Why do I really want to help you?” He let out a small chuckle. “I mean, do you really even have to ask? It's because I... uh... I really meant what I said over the phone last night. I care a lot about you because... you're... I consider you a very good friend.”“Yeah. Of course.” Millie nodded, forcing a smile to mask the stinging feeling in her chest.Zeke, on the other hand, felt shaken by himself. Why had it been so hard for him to give her an answer that should've been so simple?He cleared his throat. “About what we were talking about earlier, I could hire—”“Zeke, that idea won't work. I don’t think my boss will allow it.”“Kris?” Zeke scoffed. “He won’t have a choice. In fact, I’m going to call him right now to tell him you’re taking the day off.”“Zeke...” Millie protested with an exasperated chuckle.Zeke pulled out his phone and dialed Kris’s number. It rang until it went to voicemail. The se
Thalassa’s body went rigid the moment Zeke’s lips touched hers, completely caught off guard. His lips moved softly over hers, as if pleading for a response.But she couldn’t. Her body refused to respond.Bracing her hands against his chest, she gently pushed him back. “Zeke, what are you doing?”Zeke looked at her, his face flushed, partly from embarrassment and partly from hope.“Something I’ve been wanting to do ever since I met you,” he whispered, feeling breathless from how hard his heart was pounding.He studied her, trying to gauge her emotions, but what he found wasn’t what he expected.“You don’t even look that surprised,” he said with a short, awkward chuckle. “Was I that bad at hiding my feelings for you?”“Zeke...” Thalassa began, fumbling for the right words.She hadn’t expected Zeke to kiss her, nor had she ever thought he saw her as anything more than a friend. Yet, strangely, she didn’t feel entirely shocked. It was as if her mind had pieced together his past reactions
Thalassa sat in her study, her eyes glued to the screen as she worked through the endless pile of emails. Though she hadn't gone to the office, she still had to work from home because there was a lot to do.She was trying to focus, but her thoughts kept wandering back to Zeke's unexpected confession. She sighed, shaking her head as she scrolled down. Just then, her phone buzzed on her desk. The screen lit up with a call from her security guard.“Ms. Thompson,” the guard’s voice crackled through the line. “You’ve received a package. It’s from Mr. Mathews, I believe.”“Zeke?” Thalassa muttered to herself, a small frown forming on her lips. He really hadn't been joking. “Alright, bring it in.”Getting out of the study, she went to the door and opened it to receive the package from the guard. Thalassa thanked him and took it inside. A sense of deja vu washed over her; It was a neatly wrapped basket filled with her favorite chocolates.There was a note attached. Thalassa peeled it off and
Kris sat in the darkness of his penthouse, the only light coming from the dim streetlights outside and the occasional flicker from the TV he hadn’t bothered to turn on. He held a half-empty bottle of whiskey in his hand, his fingers gripping the neck tightly like it was a neck he wanted to squeeze. Who's neck? He wasn't sure.The bottle clinked against the glass table as he set it down and leaned back, eyes heavy but wide open.The doorbell rang.He glared at the door, his jaw tightening. Whoever it was could turn right back around and leave. He wasn’t in the mood for visitors—especially not the fake-friendly neighbours who had come earlier, offering their “sympathies” when he knew they were only there to get some scoop to leak to the press. He’d kicked them out, and then he’d turned off his phone to stop the endless flood of calls coming from acquaintances and business partners.The doorbell rang again, more insistent this time. Kris’s irritation flared. Whoever it was clearly did
Thalassa paced back and forth in the living room. It had been over an hour since Luisa had gone upstairs after their argument, and Thalassa was really bothered.Usually, Luisa would call and ask her opinion about what dress to wear or how her make up looked, but she hadn't called her tonight.With a sigh, Thalassa climbed the stairs and knocked on Luisa’s bedroom door.“Luisa, do you need my help with anything?” she asked.“No, thanks,” came the curt reply.Thalassa pressed her lips together in frustration. Turning, she made her way back downstairs. Just as she reached the bottom, the doorbell rang.She walked over and opened it to find Alden standing there with an awkward smile. “Hey, Thalassa,” he greeted. “Is Luisa ready?”“I’ll go get her for you ”Before she could call for Luisa, her friend appeared at the top of the stairs and began descending, her eyes lighting up when she saw Alden. Alden’s gaze never left Luisa. “You look gorgeous,” he whispered.Luisa blushed slightly and
SEVEN YEARS LATERThe warm, salty air of Jamaica greeted Tessa as she stepped off the plane, her heels clicking softly against the tiled floor of the airport.She adjusted her sunglasses and smoothed down her sleek blazer. On the outside, her aura exuded confidence, but on the inside, her nerves were all over the place.She'd come to Jamaica for her best friend Maya's destination wedding, so she was supposed to feel nothing but excitement, right?Of course, she was happy for her best friend, but there was nothing remotely exciting about having to spend a whole week with him in the same house.Tessa balled her hands into fists. Seven years later, and the thought of him—or the sight of his face—never failed to fray her nerves.If it were up to her, she would never have to deal with him again, but of course, it was just her luck that out of all the people Maya could've fallen in love with and decided to marry, she'd settled on Jace, Gendry's best friend.Yes. Gendry Graham.And since Gen
Inside her room, Tessa was pacing anxiously. It was already past seven, and Gendry hadn't come yet to pick her up.By 8 PM, Tessa stopped pacing. Gendry was supposed to have picked her up an hour ago, so why wasn’t he here yet? Maybe he was running late for some reason.She immediately grabbed her phone from the dining table and dialed Gendry's number. It rang for a few seconds before the loud beep indicated that he’d hung up on her.Tessa swallowed the lump in her throat, her excitement fading. The blue dress that had made her feel special now felt like it was mocking her.At 8:30 PM, her bedroom door finally opened. Tessa shot to her feet, hope welling inside her. Surely, Gendry had finally arrived, and her mother was here to take her downstairs.However, it wasn’t only her mother who entered the room. She was followed by her father and brother.“It’s obvious that the bastard isn’t going to come,” Alex said, as if it wasn’t already clear enough.Tears stung Tessa’s eyes. Her brother
Tessa Miller stood in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection. Her usually straight hair was curled at the ends, framing her face in a way that made her feel quite pretty. She smoothed the soft fabric of her light blue prom dress for the hundredth time, feeling both excited and nervous. "Relax, Tessa," Maya, her best friend, said. She was perched on the edge of the bed with a makeup brush in hand after doing Tessa's makeup. "You look perfect. Gendry Graham is going to lose his mind when he sees you." Tessa glanced at her best friend. Maya’s bold red dress and confident smile were the opposite of Tessa’s nervousness. "I just… I can’t believe he asked me," she admitted. She'd decided to skip prom altogether because no one had asked her to be their date. Most of the boys in school saw her as a boring, nerdy girl, while the others didn't want to get close to her because of her overprotective brother, Alexander. But two days ago, Gendry, the only boy Tessa had had a crush
Dear readers, Oh wow, it has been quite a while, haha. I want to thank everyone once again for getting this far. If you read to the end, then I appreciate you so much. I said I would update you guys on my next story, and so here I am. The next story is going to center around Tessa! Here's a little plot. **** PLOT Tessa Miller doesn't like holding a grudge. Except when it comes to Gendry Graham. How can she not hold a grudge against him after he asked her to be his date on prom, only for her to find out it was all a cruel joke meant to humiliate her? Years later, Tessa still wants nothing to do with Gendry. But fate has other plans. As the maid of honor at their mutual friends’ destination wedding, she finds herself stuck with Gendry, who just happens to be the best man. Worse, their meddling friends are determined to play matchmaker, pairing them up at every opportunity for wedding preparation responsibilities. But what's worse than being constantly paired with the man you ha
“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