“Clark!” Thalassa shouted, panic flashing in her eyes, thinking that Clark had been stabbed in the stomach.Clark grimaced but tried to stay upright, his hand clutching his side. The knife had only slashed the left side of his torso, and though the wound wasn’t deep, there was still blood soaking the blue shirt he was wearing.“I’m... I’m okay,” he managed to say through gritted teeth.But the man didn’t pause. He turned his focus back to Thalassa, coming at her again with the knife raised. This time, Thalassa was ready. She dodged his thrust and grabbed his arm, using his momentum against him.They struggled for control, the knife glinting in the dim light, until she managed to twist his wrist, forcing him to drop the weapon. With a swift kick, she knocked the knife out of his reach before jamming her knee into his stomach, sending him to the ground.Grabbing the man by the front of his shirt, she slammed him against the car, her breath coming in short, furious bursts. “Who sent you?
Clark looked at her, waiting for an answer. An answer that never came as Thalassa quickly changed the subject.“We better get out of here before that bastard comes back, don’t you think?” she said instead.Clark nodded, realizing she didn’t want to talk about it. “We need to report this to the police.”“Sure. But let’s just go to the hospital first, Clark,” she said, her voice indifferent.With his key, Clark unlocked the car door, but before he could open the driver’s side, she took the key from him.“I’ll drive.”Clark didn’t protest. “Okay, but I need to get something.”He opened the door and picked up what looked like a napkin. Thalassa watched him curiously as he bent down and picked up both the gun and the knife with the napkin, groaning as he did.“What are you doing?”“This is evidence we can present to the police when we file the report.”Thalassa pursed her lips before reminding him, “He was wearing gloves, Clark. There won’t be any fingerprints to trace.”Clark pondered thi
Their eyes locked for a second. Thalassa was the first to look away. Suddenly realizing that he was still holding her hand, she gently shifted it, prompting him to finally let go. Clark cleared his throat. “I’m sorry for keeping you later than expected with this hospital trip. I’ll take you home immediately after this. As for the report, don’t worry about it. I’ll personally take care of it. But before that, I really need to know, Lassa, who do you suspect sent that man to attack you?” Thalassa’s expression darkened. “I’d rather not talk about it.” Clark let out a long sigh. “You never want to talk about anything I ask about. You never even told me what happened between you and Kris to make you two get divorced.” Clicking her tongue, she grew annoyed with his insistence and sneered, “Do you mean to tell me that you never bothered to look it up, even after I told you it was all over the news?” “No,” Clark shook his head. “I never looked it up because I was hoping that one day
It took Thalassa a couple of seconds to recover from the shock of Clark's unexpected kiss. When she finally did, she braced her palms against his chest and pushed him back as gently but firmly as she could.“Clark, what are you doing?”“I'm sorry, I just had to. I've been dying to do that since we met again." Clark said, but his expression was far from apologetic. “Isn't it obvious that I still have feelings for you? I'm sure it's written all over my face every time I'm with you because that's just how much you affect me."“Clark..." Thalassa tried to say, but he cut her off.“I wish I hadn't stepped away when you told me you wanted to be with Kris. I genuinely thought you were going to be happy with him. If I'd known he would only make you suffer, I would have never let him have you.”Thalassa pursed her lips into a grim line. “That wouldn't have been up to you to decide."“Yes," Clark nodded in agreement. “But I wouldn't have stopped fighting for your love. That's what I mean.”He s
The following morning, Thalassa was awakened by gentle knocks on her bedroom door. Since she had been drifting between consciousness and sleep, she easily woke up and called out, “Come in."The door opened, and Luisa stepped into the room. “I can't believe you're still asleep."She walked forward and sat on the bed beside Thalassa. “You and Clark sure took your time last night. I was Netflix-ing while waiting for you, but I got so exhausted that I don't even know when I climbed the stairs to my bedroom. I'm sorry. I should've called to check up on you."“It's okay," Thalassa assured her, forcing back a yawn.“What kept you two so long anyway?” Luisa asked, her eyes narrowing slightly with a mischievous smile. “Don't tell me you finally got laid after starving your pussy for more than three years.”Thalassa rolled her eyes. “No, I'm still quite celibate, I assure you. I was attacked outside the restaurant."The smile on Luisa's face vanished. “Wait! What? How can you just drop that on
There wasn’t just one article; there were several, along with videos spread across multiple news outlets, gossip magazines, and social media accounts.Clark was instantly apologetic. “Forgive me, Lassa. I should’ve listened to you when you stopped me the first time. I shouldn’t have tried to kiss you again, especially in such a public place. I promise to have all of this taken down as soon as possible. I’m going to pull every resource I can to—”“Clark... Clark... Clark!” Thalassa called out firmly to cut off his rambling. “It’s okay.”“What? I thought you would be upset with me.”Thalassa pursed her lips. “I’m not. And you don’t have to bother having anything taken down.”“But... you’re not upset that people are saying we have a relationship when it isn’t true?”“I knew the consequences that would come with finally revealing my identity to the world, Clark. I know that the paparazzi are always going to be in my space,” Thalassa said calmly.This wasn’t the first time she’d had pictur
The incessant ringing of his penthouse doorbell jolted Kris out of his sleep. He'd ignored it for a while, hoping it would stop, but the ringing only got worse until he couldn't ignore it anymore.“This building better fucking be on fire," he cursed under his breath as he shot out of bed and made his way out of the bedroom, down the stairs, and to the door.His annoyance grew when he yanked the door open and saw that it was Alden.“Wow, I still can't believe you moved out of your house."Kris gritted his teeth. “And you woke me up this early in the morning just to tell me that?"“Early?" Alden scoffed and pulled out his phone, turning the screen toward Kris.Kris mellowed a bit when he saw that it was already 8 in the morning. He'd spent the night tossing in bed and must've only drifted to sleep around 4 a.m. As such, he felt exhausted.“Come in," he said with a sigh as he stepped aside.“Who said I was asking for your permission?" Alden rolled his eyes as he walked inside, causing Kr
Zeke wasn’t in a very bright mood. No, that was an understatement; he was in a very shitty mood.How could he not be after seeing the trending news about Thalassa and Clark’s supposed relationship?With a grim expression, he made his way into the foyer of TT Fashion Company and headed to one of the elevators. Just as the door was about to close, a young man in a delivery uniform, holding a bouquet of white lilies, rushed in.Zeke didn’t think much of it until he realized the young man hadn’t punched in another floor. His suspicions were confirmed when after they reached the top floor and the elevator's door opened, the young man began stepping out.“Hey,” Zeke called out in a low voice but the guy heard and stopped.“Yes?” The young man replied, looking a bit impatient.“Who are you bringing those flowers to?”The delivery man checked the card tucked into the bouquet. “Thalassa Thompson. It’s from Clark Morgan. Am I on the right floor?”Zeke’s jaw clenched. How long had this been goin
Inside her room, Tessa was pacing anxiously. It was already past seven, and Gendry hadn't come yet to pick her up.By 8 PM, Tessa stopped pacing. Gendry was supposed to have picked her up an hour ago, so why wasn’t he here yet? Maybe he was running late for some reason.She immediately grabbed her phone from the dining table and dialed Gendry's number. It rang for a few seconds before the loud beep indicated that he’d hung up on her.Tessa swallowed the lump in her throat, her excitement fading. The blue dress that had made her feel special now felt like it was mocking her.At 8:30 PM, her bedroom door finally opened. Tessa shot to her feet, hope welling inside her. Surely, Gendry had finally arrived, and her mother was here to take her downstairs.However, it wasn’t only her mother who entered the room. She was followed by her father and brother.“It’s obvious that the bastard isn’t going to come,” Alex said, as if it wasn’t already clear enough.Tears stung Tessa’s eyes. Her brother
Tessa Miller stood in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection. Her usually straight hair was curled at the ends, framing her face in a way that made her feel quite pretty. She smoothed the soft fabric of her light blue prom dress for the hundredth time, feeling both excited and nervous. "Relax, Tessa," Maya, her best friend, said. She was perched on the edge of the bed with a makeup brush in hand after doing Tessa's makeup. "You look perfect. Gendry Graham is going to lose his mind when he sees you." Tessa glanced at her best friend. Maya’s bold red dress and confident smile were the opposite of Tessa’s nervousness. "I just… I can’t believe he asked me," she admitted. She'd decided to skip prom altogether because no one had asked her to be their date. Most of the boys in school saw her as a boring, nerdy girl, while the others didn't want to get close to her because of her overprotective brother, Alexander. But two days ago, Gendry, the only boy Tessa had had a crush
Dear readers, Oh wow, it has been quite a while, haha. I want to thank everyone once again for getting this far. If you read to the end, then I appreciate you so much. I said I would update you guys on my next story, and so here I am. The next story is going to center around Tessa! Here's a little plot. **** PLOT Tessa Miller doesn't like holding a grudge. Except when it comes to Gendry Graham. How can she not hold a grudge against him after he asked her to be his date on prom, only for her to find out it was all a cruel joke meant to humiliate her? Years later, Tessa still wants nothing to do with Gendry. But fate has other plans. As the maid of honor at their mutual friends’ destination wedding, she finds herself stuck with Gendry, who just happens to be the best man. Worse, their meddling friends are determined to play matchmaker, pairing them up at every opportunity for wedding preparation responsibilities. But what's worse than being constantly paired with the man you ha
“What’s wrong with my wife, doctor? Is she okay?” Kris questioned at the hospital after the doctor was done examining Thalassa. The doctor offered a reassuring smile. “Mr. Miller, please calm down. Your wife is perfectly fine.” Kris’s heart slowed just a little. “Then why did she faint?” Thalassa was sitting up on the hospital bed. Her brow furrowed, and her lips pressed into a thin line. “Doctor, it’s probably menopause,” she said matter-of-factly. “I haven’t had my period in two months. I know it happens earlier for some women.” She wasn't exactly pleased that she was having her menopause at 40 years old, but she had been expecting it. The doctor shook his head gently, a knowing smile on his face. “Mrs. Miller, it’s not menopause, I assure you.” That didn't help to assuage Kris's worry. “Then…what is it?” The doctor looked between them, savoring the moment before delivering the news. “Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Miller. You’re three months pregnant.” For a long second, sile
THIRTEEN YEARS LATERIt was the thirteenth anniversary of Kris and Thalassa’s remarriage, and as had become their tradition, it was a time for celebration with loved ones.The familiar hum of laughter and clinking silverware filled the air, creating a cozy, joyful atmosphere.At the adults’ table, Thalassa sat with her chin resting on her hand, her smile gentle as her gaze lingered on the people who had become their family. Alden and Luisa were seated across from her.Their three children—Andrew, the 12-year-old charmer; Matthew, the mischievous 9-year-old; and Emma, their 5-year-old firecracker—were occupying their seats at the kids’ table.Beside Alden and Luisa were Zeke and Millie, who had flown in from New York with their boisterous 10-year-old triplets, Max, Mia, and Miles.Alex and Tessa were sitting at the adults' table. No longer children, they'd blossomed into young adults. Alex had grown into a tall, broad-shouldered, and cool-headed teenager, much like his father. While Te
The car pulled into a luxurious beachfront resort, its white walls gleaming against the backdrop of the turquoise ocean.Thalassa blinked, the gentle sound of waves lapping against the shore stirring something deep in her memory.They were in Cabo San Lucas.The moment it clicked in her mind, her breath hitched. She glanced out at the golden sands stretching endlessly before her, the rugged cliffs towering in the distance, and the sparkling waters that seemed to stretch into infinity. This wasn’t just any place.It was the place she'd thought she and Kris would be going for their first honeymoon while getting married five years ago. But of course, right after their wedding, Kris had cancelled their honeymoon.Her chest tightened as a surge of emotions threatened to overwhelm her. She turned to Kris, her voice barely above a whisper. “You remembered.”Kris’s lips curved into a soft smile as he reached for her hand, brushing his thumb over her knuckles.“Of course I remembered,” he said
After his aunt disappeared from sight, Kris made his way back to Thalassa on the dance floor. She stood there, her eyes soft and grateful, watching him approach. Her expression said everything—how much his unwavering defense against Cynthia meant to her. When he reached her, she tilted her head and whispered, "Thank you."Kris cupped her cheek, brushing his thumb against her skin. “You don’t have to thank me, love,” he murmured.Straightening, Kris raised his voice to the room, announcing, “Alright, everyone! Let’s get back to celebrating!” The guests cheered, and almost immediately, the jovial atmosphere returned, laughter and clinking glasses echoing in the air.As the music played on, Kris slid his arms around Thalassa’s waist, pulling her close. Before she could react, he dipped his head, nuzzling her neck with deliberate passion. The soft tickle of his lips against her skin sent a shiver down her spine, and she let out a surprised laugh.“Kris,” she whispered, her laughter bub
Kris’s fingers trembled slightly as he slid the delicate band onto Thalassa's finger, his gaze locked onto hers.Her lips quivered, tears glistening in her eyes, and when she looked down at her hand adorned with his promise, she sniffled and quipped through her tears,“Now how am I supposed to top that vow?”A ripple of laughter echoed through the guests, softening the intensity of the moment. Kris chuckled along with them, his own eyes wet as he mouthed, I love you.Zeke stepped forward with the second ring, offering it to Thalassa with a small nod of encouragement. She took a deep breath, steadying her emotions as she began her vows.“Kris,” she started, her voice trembling but firm. “We’ve been through more than a lot of couples ever have since we fell in love. We've experienced more heartaches than a lot of couples have. We've cried more tears than a lot of couples have. But we’ve also survived more than most couples could ever dream of surviving. Despite everything, every obstacl
ONE MONTH LATER... The beach was transformed into a paradise, a breathtaking blend of romance and nature. Rows of white chairs with soft blue ribbons faced an altar made of driftwood, wrapped in delicate white fabric that fluttered in the breeze. Seashells and flowers adorned the aisle, their fragrance mingling with the salty ocean air. Lanterns filled with candles were set along the path, their flames flickering gently despite the sunlight. The waves whispered as they lapped the shore, a soothing background to the laughter and murmurs of the gathered guests. Among the guests sat a healthy Juana, her face radiant with happiness. Though she now had to walk with the help of a cane, her physiotherapist had assured her that she would soon be walking on her own two feet. Kris stood at the altar, his fingers clasped tightly in front of him. He adjusted his tie for the umpteenth time. “Dude, you're acting like you haven't done this before." Alden chuckled, standing to his left as his