Thalassa let out a snort as she stared back calmly at him despite her suddenly racing heart. “Unlike what you might want to convince yourself of, I don’t live my life with you in mind.” The familiar woody, spicy smell of his cologne wafted into her nostrils, trying to entice her to sniff it in, but Thalassa shoved away the stupid urge. Kris let out a mirthless chuckle. “If that were true, then you wouldn’t be targeting me and my family so much. You came to the charity function somehow already knowing that we were going to be there.” He paused. “If you knew that you were going to donate 50 million dollars anyway, then why did you let my mother win the bid for 30 million?” “What was I supposed to do when she was trying so hard to outbid me? It was obvious just how much she loved the painting, so I just had to let her win it.” Thalassa said sweetly, then shrugged. “Perhaps you should advise your mother to be a little wiser next time and not just spend her money however she likes.”
Their first kiss in three years was explosive—at least for Kris. As soon as his lips touched hers, sensations he’d only ever experienced with her surged through every pore of his body.If only it had lasted a while longer.But it didn’t. Just a few seconds later, Thalassa pushed against him with all her might, and when he stumbled back, her palm connected with his cheek in a fierce slap.“Don’t you ever do that again. Ever again,” she spat, fury blazing in her eyes.Kris took another step back, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “If you didn’t want me to kiss you, then why did you say all those things to me? Why did you provoke me?”“Because I wanted you to see just how pathetic you are. But you have no right to kiss me ever again in your life. No right! Is that clear?”Glowering at him one last time, she made her way to the washroom door and opened it before stepping out.“Fuck!” Kris slammed his fist into the wall, furious with himself.She was right. He was pathetic. How h
It was Alden, his eyes blazing as he glared at Victor. Luisa’s heart soared the moment she saw him.Victor was offended that another man was trying to tell him what to do. He turned his head to glare at Alden.“Don’t butt your nose into other people’s business. Just get back inside the bar. This doesn’t concern you.”He began trying to push Luisa into the car again while she resisted. Alden’s whole body tensed up, his eyes narrowing, jaw clenching, and the muscles in his arms bunching and straining against the body-hugging shirt he was wearing.Luisa knew this was the worst time to be thinking this, but she couldn’t help but notice how hot his anger made him look.“I said let her go,” Alden said in a voice that was too calm not to be dangerous.“Fuck off, motherfucker,” Victor snapped, flipping him the finger. “She’s my girlfriend, so stop bringing your presence where you’re not needed. Just leave us alone.”“She might be your girlfriend, but she clearly doesn’t want to go with you, s
“Yes... I... I’m okay,” Luisa stammered, which made Alden finally realize the strangeness of his behavior. He instantly let go of her face, took a few steps back, and cleared his throat. “I’m sorry. I know you don’t want me getting close to you. I shouldn’t have touched you like that.” An awkward silence ensued as they both stared down at the ground before Luisa mustered the courage to speak. “I... Thank you. For saving me from Victor.” “I did not ‘save’ you. I just helped you out with the bastard. No need to thank me,” he said, trying to downplay the magnitude of the help he’d given her. Luisa shook her head. “No, I have to thank you. If you hadn’t arrived, he would’ve probably taken me away because I’m so weak and–“ “Hey, no. Don’t say that,” Alden quickly cut her off. He felt an overwhelming urge to hold her and assure her, but he managed to stop himself. Just barely. What was wrong with him? “You’re not weak, Luisa. He’s a man, and you’re a woman, so he naturally has m
In the car, Luisa and Thalassa had been driving in silence for some minutes before Thalassa asked, “So how are you feeling?” Luisa briefly looked at her before focusing on the road. “Don’t worry, I’m fine. Victor didn’t hurt me.” “I don’t mean physically,” Lassa said tentatively. “Luisa, I know just how much you loved Victor, so that’s why I’m wondering.” “Love? Did I truly love him?” Luisa smiled bitterly. “I think I was just in love with the idea of him. Brandon treated me like a princess but then he hurt me so much, so when I met Victor and he seemed so cool, I thought it would be different. Maybe they’re not the problem. Maybe it’s me.” “No, don’t blame yourself, Luisa,” Thalassa said and sighed. “By the way, what was Alden talking about when he said that he knows you don’t want him close to you?” Luisa winced as she responded. “The last time he came with Kris to the company, he tried to strike up a conversation with me but I was rude to him.” Remembering how she’d spo
“How long have you been working for Thalassa Thompson?” Millie froze, her heart pounding in her chest. This was the last thing she had expected Kris to ask her. She was so dumbstruck that she couldn’t speak for a full minute. Kris leaned back in his swivel chair, forming a steeple with his hands. “You might not be talkative, Millicent, but I know you’re not this quiet. I expect you to say something.” His expression was neither cold nor warm. It was just cool, making Millie feel even more nervous because she couldn’t guess what was going through his head. “Tha... Thalassa Thompson? Who...” she stammered. Kris’s eyes darkened. “I hope you’re not going to deny it, Millicent. My mother and I talked in your presence about going to the charity function. My family didn’t tell anyone else, but Thalassa came to that function knowing we were going to be there. The only person who could’ve told her is you, so I want the truth. How long have you known her?” Seeing how sure Kris looked
After walking out of Kris’s office, Millie sat at her desk, feeling more anxious than she had in a long time. This was definitely not how she’d expected the day to go.Yes, she knew that eventually, her relationship with Thalassa would have to come to light, but she’d hoped it would be after Kris finally realized the truth about his mother and his wife.It suddenly occurred to her that she had to let Thalassa know. Picking up her phone, she dialed her friend’s number, anxiously tapping her finger on her lap as she waited for the call to be answered.“Hey, Millie. Good to hear from you. How are you doing?” Thalassa spoke from the other end. “Not fine. Thalassa, I’m in trouble.”“Why? What happened?” Thalassa questioned, her voice filled with concern.“He knows,” Millie said, lowering her voice to just a little over a whisper.“Who knows what?”“Kris. He knows that I’ve been helping you all this time.”Silence ensued for a couple of seconds until Thalassa spoke again. “How did he find
Thalassa raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”Kris took some steps forward toward her desk. “Don’t pretend. I’m sure Millicent must’ve already called to tell you what we talked about.”He pursed his lips into a grim line before speaking again. “You told me that you and Zeke Mathews were lovers. You even made me believe that he could’ve been the father of the child you lost.”A cold smile curved Thalassa’s lips. “Did I? Did I really say those things to you?” She let out a snort. “It was you, Kris. It was you who came here with your guns blazing, throwing all sorts of accusations at me.”“You didn’t deny any of them,” Kris said accusingly.“Because I had no need to,” Thalassa stated calmly. “You see, your opinion of me is as worthless as you are to me.”Her words stung, but Kris managed to keep a straight face. “So you would rather I continue thinking the worst of you than to tell me the truth.”“No, I would rather you finally understood that I don’t give a flyin
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
Luisa opened her mouth to speak again, but Alden’s light squeeze on her hand stopped her. She turned to look at him, confused, but his subtle shake of the head made her pause. She clamped her mouth as she turned back to Kris. She could see it in his eyes—he knew the truth, but he wasn’t ready to face it. Thalassa stayed buried in Kris’s chest, unmoving except for the shallow rise and fall of her shoulders. She was too numb to cry anymore, too overwhelmed to speak. Kris’s hand rubbed her back in slow, soothing circles, but even that felt like a distant echo in the storm raging inside her. Without a word, they all walked back to the waiting area. The minutes stretched into hours. Somewhere during that time, a police officer came to take Bridget's statement regarding the attack.Midnight came and went, but no one felt even a little bit sleepy. Every nurse or doctor who passed by was met with hopeful eyes, but no one stopped to give them any news. Finally, after four grueling hour
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
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