It didn’t take long before an earth shattering orgasm tore through Thalassa.“Kris.” She screamed his name just as he’d promised, her knees shaking due to the intensity of the pleasure.It was too much. Thalassa could barely stand. Kris pulled his fingers out of her and swept her off her feet again. And while her body still trembled from her orgasm, he slowly walked and laid her on her back on the bed.He kissed her again, soft at first, then hard. Then he broke the kiss, his lips beginning to travel down her body again when Thalassa grabbed his head.“No,” she shook her head, staring down at him. The ache inside her was too intense. It couldn’t be soothed by just his tongue. “I need you. I can’t stand it anymore.”Looking into her eyes, Kris was almost taken aback at the point to which her desire had flared. Dick twitching painfully, he crawled his lips back up and pulled his boxer briefs down, tossing them aside. Grabbing her by one of her thighs, he hoisted the mound up and poised
The light streaming through the blinds slowly woke Kris up. Groaning from all the delicious aches in his body, he stretched blissfully, reaching out to wrap his arm around the woman beside him—until his hand landed on a pillow instead.His eyes snapped open, panic zinging through him as he realized Thalassa wasn’t in bed. She was standing at the foot of the bed, one of the sheets wrapped around her body.A sense of déjà vu washed over him. This was exactly how things had played out the last time they made love, when she told him that what happened between them meant nothing and would never happen again.Dread coiled tight in his stomach. He braced himself on his elbows, raising his body, his desperate eyes taking her in. He held his breath, waiting for her to tell him to get dressed and leave, but those words never came.Instead, a slow, sexy smile curved her lips as she sauntered toward him, crawling across the bed.“I thought you’d never wake up.”Relief rolled through Kris. She was
After taking her to heaven and beyond, Kris prepared a bath in the bathroom, where they washed and cleaned off the sweat and grime from their countless rounds of lovemaking.Of course, Kris didn't miss the opportunity to give her another orgasm with his fingers.Once they were freshened up and dry, Thalassa went to her room to get dressed, while Kris headed to the guest room he'd been given to change into one of the outfits he had ordered and received the night before.They met up in the hallway and went together into Alex's room, but finding it empty, they made their way downstairs.As soon as Betty laid eyes on them, the older woman broke into a knowing smile. She was sitting on one of the couches in the living room while Alex sat in front of her, using crayons in a coloring book.“Good morning, Betty,” Kris greeted.Betty scoffed. “It's already some minutes past twelve. Not that you two would know, being so busy up there.”Thalassa flushed, narrowing her eyes at her. “Betty!”Betty
While he was still hugging his son, Kris's phone rang. Annoyed by the interruption at such an important moment, Kris reluctantly released Alex and pulled out his phone. Seeing that it was his lawyer, he excused himself, stood up, and walked a short distance away to answer the call.Thalassa also noticed the caller ID, and her eyes followed him. She could see the tension building in his expression as he spoke to his lawyer.When the call ended, she stood and met him halfway, concern etched on her face. "Is something wrong?"Kris sighed. "It's my mother. My lawyer has been trying to arrange for her transfer to prison and to push her cases to court, but he's been meeting resistance. I have to go back to Baltimore to sort it out."Though his voice was emotionless, Thalassa wasn’t fooled. She could see the pain in his eyes. This was affecting him more than he wanted to admit.She gently cupped his face in her hands, looking into his eyes. "Kris, I can have my lawyers handle it, or I can g
Karen’s heart thumped inside her chest, each beat growing louder as she stared at her mother. “Mum, what do you mean you have the bag? You had no right to take it from where it was locked!”Rita descended the stairs slowly, her eyes never leaving Karen. Her calmness only made Karen’s panic worse. “Why are you so upset?” Rita asked, her voice soft but tinged with disappointment. “Didn’t you tell me last time you had nothing to do with hiding the evidence against Linda?”Karen swallowed hard as her mother stopped right in front of her. Her face was lined with bitterness, her eyes cold as she continued. “When you came here and I asked if you were involved, you tried to guilt me into dropping the subject. But it left me even more suspicious.” Rita’s lips curled into a bitter smile. “So today, when Bridget mentioned the bag you brought in that day, I knew instantly what it was.”Karen’s head whipped around, eyes narrowing as she hissed at the maid. “You fucking gossip!”“Don’t you dare t
Rita’s face went pale, her breath catching in her throat at the same time Bridget let out a gasp behind Karen.“What… what did you just say?” Rita questioned, her voice barely above a whisper.Karen closed her eyes, feeling the guilt, the shame, and the fear all crashing down on her. She swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. “Tessa isn’t Kris’s daughter.”Rita shook her head violently, stepping back as if she had been struck. “No. No, that can’t be true.”“It is.” Karen’s voice cracked as she repeated the truth.Rita's hand flew to her mouth. “Who... who is the father then?” Karen hesitated, her fingers tightening around her dress. “Does it matter?”“Yes, it matters!” Rita's voice rose, piercing the air with anger and disbelief. “Tell me who the father is.”Karen looked away, the shame crawling up her spine. “It’s Henry.”The silence that followed was suffocating. Rita blinked once, then twice, her breath quickening as the truth settled in. “Henry?” She repeated, her voice thick with
“Oh, God. Yes. Just like that.” Thalassa gasped breathlessly, her fingers threading through Kris's hair as his tongue did wicked, wonderful things to her weeping core. His teeth scraped, and his tongue stroked, lashed, and penetrated her repeatedly until she fell right off the edge, buckling her hips against his face as her orgasm tore through her. While she was still recovering from the intense pleasure, Kris climbed back up her body, his lips traveling between the valley of her breasts and finally capturing her lips. She could taste herself on his tongue, and that only seemed to amplify the pleasure. Grabbing her legs, Kris firmly wrapped them around his waist before sinking deep into her heat in one powerful stroke. They gasped into each other's mouths before he began moving, proving his need for her with every kiss and every thrust. Moments later, after they had caught their breaths from the intense pleasure, Thalassa kissed his chest and looked up at him. “Do you really ha
For a moment, the world seemed to stop. Kris stared at Rita, uncomprehending. He blinked, processing the words, but they didn’t make sense.“What… what are you saying?” he whispered, his voice barely audible, filled with confusion.Rita looked down, guilt washing over her face. “I’m so sorry, Kris. But Tessa… she’s not yours.”Kris stared at her for a few seconds more before a curt chuckle escaped him, filled with disbelief.“Where is this coming from, Rita? What are you even saying?” he questioned, his voice tight. “Tessa IS my daughter. She’s my little angel. I’ve been there since the day she was born.”“I know,” Rita said, tears filling her eyes. “But… the truth is… you’re not her biological father, Kris. Karen confessed it to me herself.”“Karen is a fucking liar!” Kris growled, shaking his head frantically. “She’s making this up to hurt me.”Rita shook her head, a tear sliding down her cheek. “No. In fact, she did everything she could to keep the secret hidden because she didn’t
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
At Rita's revelation, Kris swallowed hard against the tightness in his throat. He thought he should feel shock or anger, but he didn't feel that. Not even disappointment. All he felt was a crushing sadness and a hollow ache in his chest that made it hard to breathe. Deep down, he'd known. He'd known his mother was behind it.But had it been too much to wish for his mother to prove not to be a monster for once? How far was Linda going to go? His jaw tightened as he looked down at Rita's frail form, her skin pale and her breaths shallow."I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice cracking under the weight of his guilt. He stepped closer to Rita, his hand hesitating before lightly brushing against hers. "I’m so sorry. You didn’t deserve this. None of this." His throat burned as he forced the words out. "I promise you, I’ll get justice for you." Rita’s eyes fluttered open slightly, her gaze cloudy yet still warm. She gave him the faintest smile, her voice a faint rasp as she whispered, "Wha
Thalassa sat in the hard, plastic chair by the wall in Rita’s ICU unit, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The sterile scent of disinfectant filled her nostrils, but she barely noticed it anymore. Her eyes were fixed on the frail figure lying in the hospital bed. Rita was surrounded by machines—a heart monitor that beeped steadily, an IV drip that fed her weakened body, and a nasal cannula that provided oxygen through thin, clear tubes resting against her pale face. She had always been so strong, so full of life. Seeing her like this, so still and vulnerable, made Thalassa’s chest ache. The machines keeping her alive felt intrusive, cold, and mechanical—so unlike the warm, loving woman who had been her pillar through so much. She rubbed her tired eyes. She hadn't slept a wink since last night, but sleep was the last thing on her mind. Her gaze darted back to Rita every few moments, desperate for any sign of movement. Nothing. A soft knock came at the door, pulling her from