“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
Kris trudged toward his car, numb. Reaching, he tossed the bag of evidence into the back seat, then slumped into the driver’s seat, gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles. His hands trembled, his breaths shaky as he started the engine, staring blankly ahead. He felt sick to his stomach. As he pulled out of the lot, the streets seemed to rush past him in a blur. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, each beat harder, faster. He could barely focus on the road, the suffocating weight of the truth pressing down on him. The longer he drove, the worse it became. His chest tightened, and his vision blurred again. A loud horn honked as another driver sped by, jolting him back into focus. By the time he reached the Miller mansion, his body felt like it was running on autopilot. As he entered the house, he could hear the low murmur of voices in the living room. His family was gathered there; Susan, Tyler, and aunt Cynthia. Karen was sitting with them.As soon as Tyler saw him, he storm
Kris’s steps felt heavier with each one he took up the stairs to Tessa’s room. His heart pounded painfully in his chest. What was he supposed to feel when he saw her now? What would he say? He didn’t even know if he could face her, not after what he had just learned.Memories started flooding back. Holding Tessa in his arms for the first time—so small, so fragile, and so full of life. He could still remember the sound of her first cry. It had been one of the sweetest sounds he’d ever heard. Then, there was her first smile, lighting up her face and making his heart soar. Her first steps, wobbly but determined, with him right there to catch her when she fell. And the first time she called him “daddy”—a moment he thought would stay with him forever, but now it felt like a cruel joke.His chest tightened, the knife twisting deeper with each memory. She wasn’t his. None of those milestones were truly his.When he reached Tessa’s door, he stopped. His hand hovered over the doorknob, tremb
With his mind made up, Kris stormed down the stairs, his rage evidenced by the heavy thumps of his steps.In the living room, Karen was still crying with her head bowed in shame as Aunt Cynthia, Susan and Tyler threw every insult at her.Kris didn’t bother to stop. Stepping outside, his hands trembled as he got into his car, slamming the door shut. He didn’t bother glancing back at the house. The moment he jammed the key into the ignition, he was gone.The drive to Henry’s company blurred into a haze of fury. His knuckles turned white against the steering wheel.Pulling into the parking lot, he sat for a moment, staring at the building. It wasn’t large, and it compared in no way to Kris’s company.How ironic, Kris thought bitterly. Over the years, Henry had constantly needed help, soliciting financial assistance from both him and Alden. Kris had written off most of the loans for the sake of their ‘friendship’. Now, all he could see was how Henry had been taking advantage of him, usin
Kris didn’t even flinch as the cold metal of the handcuffs clicked around his wrists, despite the strain that was put on his shoulder joints by how violently the officer pulled his hands back. He felt nothing except the dull, aching void where his heart was supposed to be. He was subconsciously aware of the phones on him, but he could barely pay any of it any mind.A minute later, the other police officer emerged from the elevator walking towards them.“Confirmed? Is he dead?” The officer holding on to Kris's arm asked.The other officer shook his head. “No, but it's not really looking good for him." He indicated with his chin at Kris. “Wonder if his fists are made of steel because damn. The guy is barely breathing with his broken nose and his pulse is very weak.”“You think he will make it?" The officer shrugged. “I'm not a doctor, but I've already called the paramedics. They're on their way to get him. In the meantime, you can send this one to the station and lock him up. I'll sta
Aunt Cynthia's eyes widened in disbelief at her audacity. "You’re shameless, Karen. After everything you’ve done, you still have the audacity to claim that title for yourself?”Susan crossed her arms on her chest. “Don't worry aunt. She can blabber or she wants." She turned her steely gaze to Karen. “If you and your daughter aren't out of here by tomorrow, then prepare to be kicked out.”Before Karen could respond, a quiet voice interrupted them. "Karen."They all turned to see Rita approaching them, her face pale but composed. Cynthia’s gaze immediately shifted to Karen’s mother, her anger rekindled."Rita," she snapped, her voice full of contempt. "Do you know what your daughter has done? Do you know how she’s humiliated this family? She made fools of us—" Her voice rose, but Rita cut her off, speaking softly."I know," she said, her voice strained, eyes locking onto Karen’s tear-streaked face.Cynthia’s eyes narrowed. "You knew? You already knew about your daughter's deception?" Sh
Linda paced her small cell, her hands clenched tightly at her sides, her mind racing with thoughts. Every second she stayed in that stink cell, the more she felt like she was losing her sanity. And the stupid judge had also denied her bail just that morning.She could hear the faint footsteps of the guard approaching."Visitor," the guard called out.Linda’s face lit in expectation hoping it was her lawyer bringing her good news, but the moment she saw who it was, her expression soured. Karen stood on the other side of the bars, her face pale and drawn.If Linda cared even a little bit about her, she would've asked how she was doing."What are you doing here?" Linda questioned, pressing her hands against the bars as she stared through at Karen. "Did you come to gloat about your so-called advantage over me? The one that’s going to be very short-lived, I assure you."Karen’s eyes were red, her body trembling slightly as she shook her head. "I don’t have an advantage anymore, Linda. Kris
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