The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 968

The air trembled with the tension of an invasion, a palpable force that made breathing seem like a luxury.

Thalassa trembled with excess fear, her limbs still weak from the ordeal, as she glanced towards the doorway. There, striding in with a commanding presence that seemed to dominate the very room, was a tall figure flanked by an entourage. His regal bearing was unmatched-án aura that spoke of a ruler among men.

It was Lysander!

Thalassa’s heart fluttered with a mixture of dread and an inexplicable sensation.

“Lysander…”

Her voice was hoarse, the words barely escaping her lips. She wanted to tell him about the harrowing events she had just endured, but a wave of overwhelming emotion surged within her, bringing tears to her eyes.

She hadn’t felt the urge to cry when faced with the cruelty and danger earlier, but now, in the presence of him, vulnerability surfaced, and all the fear and grievances came flooding out.

Struggling to maintain her balance, Thalassa attempted to move towards Lysander.

But his countenance was cold as ice, his aura chilling as if it emanated from the depths of hell itself.

Thalassa’s arm, yanking her away from Callum’s grasp.

her knees nearly giving out beneath her, and she almost

wrapped around her waist, pulling her forcefully against his sturdy torso. His powerful arm held her close, pressing her seamlessly into the fit against his body.

Thalassa could feel the solidness of his abdomen, radiating a heat that seemed to

hitched, her cheeks flushing with

steady itself, Lysander’s index finger tilted her chin upward,

they take you against your will, or did you go willingly?” Lysander’s voice was a low rumble, laced with an anger on the brink

for her frantically,

hotel room with Callum,

the sting of his cold tone, a

already reddened, now prickled with pain.

him, bewildered, “Lysander,

look in your eyes…

After surviving such an ordeal, she had felt a sense of

his words were

her face, not from sorrow or pain, but from a heart that ached

of ruin, yet not a single tear had fallen. But now, a single sentence from Lysander was all it took to pierce her heart, crumbling the walls she had built