Thalassa was sitting in the cold waiting area, her hands clasped tightly together, her body stiff.In front of her, Luisa paced back and forth, her steps restless and her hands trembling. Every now and then, she would pause, cast a glance toward the double doors of the emergency room, then continue her anxious pacing.Two hours. It had been two agonizing hours since Juana had been rushed into surgery, and they still hadn’t heard a word. The silence was unbearable.Luisa suddenly stopped pacing and turned to Thalassa, her eyes glistening with tears. “This… this is all my fault,” she whispered, her voice raw with guilt. “Juana said she wanted to stay behind. She said she had work to finish, but I pushed her to come with us. If I had just let her stay to work, this wouldn’t have happened.”Thalassa’s gaze lifted slowly. “Luisa,” she said, trying to be as calm as she could, “if you’re blaming yourself for this… then what am I supposed to feel?” Her voice broke slightly. “Juana saved my
At the Miller mansion, the twins and their aunt were at the dining table having dinner together. Tyler could barely eat, his hands shaking every time he brought the fork to his lips. Every other minute, Susan would glare at him, ordering him to compose himself.“I just don’t understand,” Cynthia said, her brow furrowed in confusion. “How could Tyler’s car just get stolen? Did you leave the keys in it or something? Didn't you lock the doors?" Susan sighed sharply, her perfectly manicured nails tapping impatiently against the table. “For the last time, Aunt Cynthia, we don’t know! We parked it, and when we came back, it was gone. Stop asking stupid questions." Cynthia was offended by her niece's tone. “There’s no need to be so rude, young lady. I’m just concerned. That car was very expensive! I hope the police catch those thieves soon and—" The doorbell rang, cutting her off mid-sentence. Cynthia turned her head toward the sound, her lips tightening.“Who is that now?” she muttered.
Thalassa froze the moment she saw Kris standing in the doorway. Her stomach twisted into a knot, and an uneasy tension spread through her chest. His expression was unreadable, his sharp features etched in stone, but Thalassa could tell he knew.Of course, she had known she’d have to tell him about this. But she’d decided to do it after his siblings were already in custody. For some reason, she was afraid of telling him for reasons that eluded her.Yet here he was. How did he even find out? Was he really here to save his siblings from going to jail?A triumphant smile curled Susan's lips as she turned to look at the officer gripping her arm. “I told you,” she sneered. “I told you my brother was going to come for us. Now you’d better prepare to lose your jobs.”She turned to Kris, her voice rising confidently. “Kris, tell these imbeciles to take these handcuffs off of me!”Kris stepped forward, his gait deliberate and measured. His eyes locked on Susan’s, and for a fleeting moment, her
The screams from Susan echoed through the compound as the police dragged her and Tyler toward the patrol car. “Let go of me, you imbecile!” She screeched, her wrists straining against the collars. Her hair was disheveled, her face red with fury. She turned her head sharply, glaring daggers at her older brother. “I hate you, Kris! I hate you so much! You’re a fucking traitor!" Kris stood still, his face a mask of cold indifference. “You weren’t satisfied putting Mom in jail, were you?” Susan spat, thrashing against the officer’s hold. “Now you want us there too! You’re the worst brother in the whole world! I wish you were dead!" Kris didn’t flinch, his gaze steady as he watched his sister being shoved into the backseat of the patrol car. Susan’s rage shifted like a storm cloud, her venom finding a new target. She twisted to glare at Thalassa, her face contorting with hatred. “And you,” she hissed. “You cursed witch. I cursed the day you came into our lives! You’ve destroyed ever
Thalassa’s heart ached as she looked into Kris’s tear-filled eyes, guilt and sorrow etched into every line of his face. The sight of him so broken was unbearable.Without hesitation, she unbuckled her seatbelt, leaned toward him, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She held him tightly, wishing her embrace could shield him from his self-torment. "Don't say that," she whispered fervently, her voice trembling with emotion. "It’s not your fault, Kris. You did what you thought was right. You were the best brother they could ever ask for. You’ve always tried to do the right thing. You’re one of the best men I’ve ever known." She pulled back slightly to look at him, her hands gripping his shoulders. "It’s not your fault they turned out this way. You can’t take responsibility for their choices. We’re all responsible for our own actions, and you..." She softened, her voice steady. "You are a good man, Kris." Kris leaned back just enough to meet her eyes, searching her expression.
Kris froze, his hand gripping his phone so tightly that he heard a crack through the screen. His eyes widened, his face drained of color. The lawyer's words echoed in his mind like a hammer striking an anvil. Thalassa's brows furrowed in concern as she noticed the change in his demeanor. She also tensed up, realizing something was seriously wrong due to Kris's somber expression."Kris?" she asked softly. "What's wrong?" But Kris couldn't respond immediately. He pushed himself off the couch and began pacing, the tension evident in his movements."What the hell are you talking about?" he hissed into the phone. "My mother was transferred hours ago. She should've already arrived!" The lawyer's voice on the other end was apologetic but firm. "Indeed, but the hijack happened hours ago, Mr. Miller."Kris's nostrils flared. "And you're now just telling me about it?" "I was only informed just now, Mr. Miller." the lawyer responded. "The police were keeping it under wraps, trying to handle
After turning off the TV, Bridget scanned her eyes around the empty space. Her eyes fell on Rita’s phone which was lying on the couch, face down. She'd forgotten to take it along.She smiled faintly, shaking her head, “Poor thing. She’s thinking about too much.” She picked it up and tucked it in her hand before making her way to the hall to flip off the lights. Then she made her way upstairs.When she reached her Rita's door, she knocked lightly, calling, “Madam?”There was no answer. She waited a beat, then knocked again, a little louder this time, her brow furrowing as she listened for any sign of movement. Silence.Bridget frowned, a little puzzled. Her boss had gone upstairs not even four minutes ago. Could she have already fallen asleep? It seemed unlikely, but maybe she really had been more tired than Bridget realized. “Well,” she mumbled to herself, “I can give it to her tomorrow.”She turned to head down to her room, but something stopped her. She turned back toward the door
The air in the hospital waiting room was suffocating with tension. Thalassa was leaning against Kris, her head heavy on his shoulder, while Luisa sat beside Alden, clutching his hand. After a while, Luisa’s voice cut through the silence. “How is it even possible for a prison transport to get hijacked? Aren’t there protocols to prevent this?” Alden nodded slowly, his expression grim. “There are, but law enforcement isn’t infallible. Sometimes, things slip through the cracks. And sometimes… they get blindsided.” Luisa’s eyes narrowed, her thoughts spiraling. “What if… what if she wasn’t kidnapped? What if she escaped? What happens then?” Kris exhaled sharply, his jaw tightening. “If she escaped, she’s already out of the country by now. Prison was her worst nightmare, and there’s no way she’d miss an opportunity to avoid it.” Luisa sagged against Alden, her exhaustion evident in her trembling frame. Alden wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. “You need to rest, babe,” he
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