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
When Tessa didn't respond after some seconds, Gendry pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her protectively as he guided her to the couch. The worry in his chest deepened with every shaky breath she took."Please, tell me," he urged gently, his voice low, coaxing. "What's wrong?"Tessa hesitated for a brief moment, then let it all out.She told him everything—meeting her biological father, the horrible lies he had spun about her parents, and the devastating truth that he had once tried to sell her. Her voice was steady at first, but as the words left her lips, it became raw, filled with emotions she had been holding back.By the time she finished, Gendry sat there in stunned silence. His fingers twitched as he clenched his fists on his lap. “Jesus Christ, Tessa…” His voice was hoarse with restrained anger. He inhaled deeply, forcing himself to calm down. “If you hadn’t just told me all that, I would’ve never guessed Kris and Thalassa weren’t your biological parents. You guys a
The moment her eyes landed on Wendy, standing so close to Gendry, dressed in a sleek, skin-tight black dress that left little to the imagination, Tessa felt like she had walked into something she wasn’t supposed to see. Her stomach twisted painfully, and her throat suddenly felt tight.“I...I’m sorry,” she stammered, taking a step back. “I didn’t know you had company.”Gendry’s brows furrowed. “Tessa, wait—”But Tessa was already retreating toward the elevator. It had obviously been a mistake coming here.Just as she turned, Wendy’s voice stopped her.“There’s no need for you to leave,” she said, reaching for her purse on the couch. “The one who will be leaving is me.”Tessa stopped mid-step, glancing back warily. Wendy walked toward the door, her heels clicking softly against the floor. As she reached Gendry’s side, she turned her gaze to Tessa, her sharp eyes scanning her from head to toe.Gendry tensed, hoping that Wendy wasn't planning to say something that would offend Tessa.The
Gendry tossed the empty pizza box into the trash, rubbing a hand down his face. He was just about to grab a beer from the fridge when the doorbell rang.Frowning, he strode out of the kitchen and made his way to the front door. Pulling it open, his body tensed up when he saw who it was.Wendy.She was leaning against the doorframe, her lips curling into a slow, sultry smile. Dressed in a deep red, body-hugging dress that barely reached mid-thigh, with a plunging neckline that left little to the imagination, she was the picture of seduction. "Hey, baby," she purred, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation.Gendry shut the door and turned to face her. “I went by your apartment today.”Wendy barely glanced at him as she walked deeper into the room, swaying her hips deliberately. “I was out.”He folded his arms. “Did you leave your phone? I called you several times.”She spun to face him, tilting her head playfully. “I know.”Gendry raised a brow. “And you didn’t pick up becaus
Kris dragged in a deep breath, his features softening slightly, but there was still an emotion that looked like remorse in his eyes.He took a step forward. “I won’t stand here and pretend I’m perfect, sweetheart.” He exhaled slowly, shaking his head. “But I never mistreated Karen. The only woman I ever mistreated—” his gaze shifted to Thalassa, and his voice grew quieter, “—was her.”He pursed his lips. “It’s not something I’m proud of. I let myself believe horrible things about her, and I treated her in ways she never deserved.” His throat worked, his voice thick with regret. “That’s why it took me more than three years to finally have her back in my life.” His eyes darkened with emotion. “And I’ll never stop making it up to her.”A smile curved Thalassa's face. She reached out and gently stroked his face. “You’ve more than done that, baby.” she whispered.Kris turned his face into her palm, closing his eyes briefly.The moment was so tender that Tessa’s chest squeezed at the obviou
Tessa gripped the steering wheel, staring blankly at the closed door of their home. She had driven onto the driveway but had not turned off the ignition, so the engine was still on. Yet, she barely heard it over the chaotic thoughts pounding in her head.Henry.Her father.No; her biological father.The words felt foreign. She repeated them in her mind, trying to make them feel real, but they didn’t fit. They didn’t belong to her. They couldn’t.Her hands trembled in her lap, her knuckles still tight around the steering wheel. She should go inside. She should push this evening far, far away. She should act like it never happened.But how?Her father, the only father she’d ever known, was Kris Miller. And now, suddenly, there was this man. This stranger, claiming to be the one who had been robbed of her.Tessa squeezed her eyes shut.A sharp knock on the window made her jerk upright. She turned her head to find one of the security guards standing beside her car, his face creased with c
Tessa’s breath hitched. Her heart pounded so hard it drowned out the noise of the cars around her.No. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be real.She stared at the man before her—the man who had just called himself her father. Her mouth felt dry, but she forced herself to speak. “No. That’s not possible.”The man let out a shaky breath, his eyes shining with unshed tears. “It is, dear. I know I must look different now, but it’s me. I swear it.”Tessa took a step back, clutching the car door for support. Her mind whirled, her pulse racing.She knew Kris and Thalassa weren’t her biological parents. They had never hidden that from her. But this man, this stranger... he couldn’t be telling the truth.As far as she knew, her biological father had never been in her life. She'd assumed he was deceased. Otherwise, why would he have been out of her life for so long without ever trying to find her?The man took a hesitant step forward. Tessa flinched, her body tensing.“I don’t want to scare
Gendry stared at her, waiting for her to say something.Unbidden, a single tear slid down Tessa's cheek. “You're only saying these things because you found out about my pregnancy. It's not necessary, Gendry. You don’t have to force yourself to be with me out of obligation.”A growl of frustration rumbled from Gendry’s throat. “Jesus, Tessa. Why would you think I’m forcing myself to be with you?”“Because I know you don’t consider me good enough for a relationship with you!”For several seconds, Gendry just stared at her, utterly dumbfounded. “What? Where did you get that from, Tessa?”“The day we went to help set up the photo booth, you told me in the car that because of everything your dad did to your mom, you never slept with any woman unless you were in a relationship with her. I was the only exception. The only woman you agreed to have a meaningless fling with.”Gendry exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples. “And from that, you assumed I don’t think you’re good enough for a relation
“You… you’re pregnant?”The world seemed to tilt on its axis for Gendry. His pulse raced. The word pregnant felt almost foreign because it was the last thing he had expected Tessa to tell him.“Tessa, are you saying you’re expecting a child?”“Please don’t act like you didn’t know,” Tessa gritted out, her voice laced with indignation.Gendry stepped closer. “No. I didn’t. Of course, I didn’t.” The impact of it all suddenly crashed into him, and he let out a stunned chuckle, filled with wonder. “Oh God, you’re pregnant. You’re expecting our child.”The sheer joy in his eyes made Tessa’s vision blur with unshed tears. “How are you so sure it’s yours?”Gendry’s smile didn’t falter. His hand came up to rest on her cheek, his touch warm and familiar. “Because I know I’m the only man who’s ever had that privilege, Tes.”“You can’t be sure of that,” she countered, her voice quieter now. “We haven’t seen each other in two months, Gendry. Maybe Kevin and I—”“Kevin and you, nothing.” Gendry le
“…our revenue dropped by 8.6% last year. But as we can all see, our performance this year has improved to the point that we're projected to make up for 6.6% of that percentage drop.”Tessa addressed the board of executives in the conference room, pausing to let the information sink in. “That's quite an achievement, but I think we can all agree that it’s not enough. Two percent is a big deal, and TT Fashion has to be able to recover that and more. We…”She trailed off as her vision blurred. Gripping the backrest of her chair for balance, she blinked rapidly, and the dizziness passed.“Tessa, are you alright?” the marketing department executive asked, a frown creasing her forehead.“Yes, I’m fine,” Tessa responded.And she was. Mostly anyways. She’d been experiencing dizzy spells for the past two weeks, chalking it up to fatigue. But now that she knew she was pregnant, the spells had become more obvious, especially when she stood for too long.Plastering on a composed smile, she swept h