“What do you think, Mr. Phoenix? Is this recording enough to nail Linda Miller?” Thalassa asked after playing the recording for her lawyer, who had been recommended by Zeke some time ago.The lawyer pondered for a moment before letting out a sigh. “I’m going to be honest with you, Miss Thompson. The only damage that recording might do is prompt the police to take Linda Miller in for questioning. But unless Karen Blade has substantial evidence that proves that Mrs. Miller is truly responsible for everything, she will not be arrested be arrested.“She can also, and I’m sure she will, counterclaim that Karen Blade made those accusations against her because part of the recording suggests that you offered her an incentive to free her if she told you the truth about Mrs. Miller.”“So there’s nothing this recording can do?” Luisa questioned in disbelief.The lawyer nodded. “I’m afraid so. For now, it’s just Karen Blade’s word against Linda Miller’s. But rest assured, as your lawyer, I’ll do
“Mum?”The woman in front of her was Rita Blade, Karen's mother. Thalassa called her “Mum” because that was what the woman had asked her to call her on the first day they met.She still remembered that day perfectly. After the death of her mother when she was just a child, she had been sent from one foster care home to another, always being rejected for one reason or another, as if she wasn’t good enough.When she became a teenager, through hard work and determination, she managed to earn a scholarship to an elite high school—the same high school Karen attended.Almost all the students rejected, mocked, and bullied her for being a scholarship student. Those who didn’t bully her didn’t even bother to notice her.One day, while she was being bullied, Karen came to her rescue and defended her from her tormentors, and that’s how they became friends.Since then, they had been inseparable because Karen was always there for her—supporting her financially when she needed it and defending her
Thalassa’s body went absolutely stiff—her expression, her movements, even her voice—as she stared back at the woman she considered a second mother. Though she’d expected the request, the sting of betrayal was too hard to escape.“Aren’t you going to say anything?” Rita asked after several seconds had passed.Thalassa finally found her voice, but she was unable to eject the bitterness from it as she spoke.“Do you realize what you’re asking of me, Mum? You’re asking me to forgive the person who did everything to ruin my life.”Shame reddened Rita’s cheeks as more tears streamed down her face. “I know, I know what I’m asking of you. I know I’m not being fair to you.”But Thalassa wasn’t done. “She drugged me and assaulted me with a man so that she could take naked pictures of me and convince Kris that I was cheating on him. She was Linda Miller’s accomplice in framing me for the embezzlement, and she’s been that woman’s accomplice in every plan against me. How can you expect me to forgi
“What is taking her so long?” Kris gritted out to Alden, who was sitting in the visitor chair next to him.“Forgive me if I sound too smart, but since this is a hospital, she’s probably attending to some patients. Don’t be so impatient,” Alden mused sarcastically.Kris glared at him and continued stewing in his impatience. A few minutes later, the door opened, and the doctor in question waltzed into the office.“Forgive me. There was a complication with a patient that required my attention,” she explained as she walked to take her seat.Alden smiled smugly at Kris with an I-told-you-so look before turning to the doctor. “It’s alright, Doc. The patients come first.”“Thank you.” The doctor smiled gratefully, then looked at Kris. “Mr. Miller, how might I help you?”“You’re the doctor who took care of Thalassa, aren’t you?” he asked, his serious expression and tone making her nervous.“Yes,” she answered.She didn’t need to ask who he was talking about since his private investigator had
In Thalassa's office, after her call with Kris, Luisa and Millie were staring at her with varying degrees of shock and confusion.“I can’t believe this! You’re really willing to let Karen out of jail?!" Millie exclaimed.“All because of what her mother came here to say?” Luisa fumed. “What if the two of them were in cahoots to deceive you?”“Rita is an honest woman and would never connive with anyone, not even Karen,” Thalassa replied calmly.“Even so!” Luisa stared at her like she was going crazy. “I thought you wanted Karen to pay for everything she has done to you. I can't believe you’re just letting her get out so easily.”Though Thalassa was exasperated, she could also understand her friends' frustration and confusion. Sighing, she stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window on one side of her office, which overlooked a breathtaking view of the city.“Luisa, do you remember my main motive for coming back to Baltimore?” she asked, still looking out the window.“Yes. You wan
Karen's hands shook as she raised her head to meet Kris's cold eyes. "I don't... I don't understand. What is this?"His nostrils flared impatiently. "I don't remember you being illiterate.""Divorce? Kris, you can't divorce me," she protested."Do you still doubt something even when you have evidence in your hand? Just sign the divorce papers, Karen. I can't continue being married to a woman like you. This marriage shouldn't have happened in the first place.""But... but what about the luggage? Why have you brought all my things out?"Kris glared at her. "Since you seem to have lost your comprehension abilities, I will explain it to you. I don't want you in this house, not in my life.""But... Tessa... what about our daughter? You can't separate me from her," Karen said, turning her panicked eyes to her mother, who was standing behind her. "Mom, please tell him that what he's trying to do is wrong."Rita felt helpless, u
"Then the twirl... No, no! How many times do I have to tell you to twirl the dress in tune with the turn at the endpoint?....I need a bit more elegance and grace....What is this? What is wrong with you today, Carmen?.....No, that's not it! Why are you so rigid?" Thalassa continued making comment after comment as she watched the model on the makeshift runway walking back and forth in one of their top dresses. Nothing the model did seemed good enough for her. Carmen, the model, looked like she was about to cry, no longer knowing how to move her body to Thalassa's liking. "I'm sorry, Lassa." Thalassa scoffed. "I don't need your apology, Carmen. I just need you to put in the right effort. Is that too much to ask for?" "Lassa!" Luisa hissed as she finally decided to intervene. "What is wrong with you? Why are you talking to her like that?" She looked at the model. "Carmen, please go and take off the
Her heart skipped a beat when something hard was pressed into her back. It was the unmistakable barrel of a gun.“Don’t move,” a deep voice hissed behind her. It was the voice of a man. “You’re going to come with me without making a sound. Is that clear?”Thalassa’s heart raced, but she forced herself to remain calm. “And if I don’t?”The man made a choking sound in his throat, as if he hadn’t expected her to talk back. “Then you won’t see tomorrow. Isn’t that clear enough?”Oh, it was quite clear, but Thalassa knew she couldn’t panic. She needed to keep her cool.“You really don’t want to do this,” she said evenly, her voice betraying none of the fear she felt. “Think about what you’re trying to—”“Shut up,” the man hissed, pushing the gun harder against her spine. “Just move. Right now.”Thalassa took a slow step forward, her mind whirling. She needed to buy some time, to figure out a way to get out of this. The man’s hand was trembling slightly against her back, and she could feel
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
Karen stared back at Kris. For a moment, her expression faltered as her mind raced, remembering the threat Linda had given her at the jail that she was going to come after her daughter.She wasn't stupid. She knew Linda could very well carry out her threats, and she didn't know what would happen to her if something happened to Tessa. But was giving her to Kris the best.Remembering that just a few days ago, Kris had vowed to take Tessa completely away from her, her expression hardened again.He was just trying to manipulate her into keeping Tessa with him, and she wasn't going to allow it.“I’m not stupid, you know,” she finally said sharply, breaking the silence. “I know your mother might target us. That’s why I’ve already taken precautions.” She straightened her posture. “I’ve requested for bodyguards from an agency. They’ll be here soon, and they'll protect Tessa and me. I can protect my daughter as much as you or even better.”Kris drew in a sharp breath of frustration. “Karen...
Karen’s face twisted into a mask of disbelief. “And who the hell is Alexander Thompson?”For a moment, she looked as though the wind had been knocked out of her. She turned sharply to Thalassa, her eyes narrowing with suspicion.“You have a son?” Karen’s voice was filled with disbelief. “How the hell is that possible? You...you lost your pregnancy when Linda sent that man to attack you. So how the hell do you have a son?”And how come her mother knew but never told her?Thalassa stood, her expression calm, but her voice edged with frost. “I don’t owe you any explanations, Karen.”Karen laughed bitterly. “You’re wrong,” she snapped. “You owe me more than that! You owe me an explanation for how you managed to make the will say this! There’s no way this could’ve come from my mother in her sane mind! I am her only daughter. I deserve to have everything!”Kris had been silent till now but was tired of the sheer unreasonableness. “Tessa was given half of everything too, Karen.”Karen whippe
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