The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Lysander growled, his voice thick with fury, "Callum, I swear I'm going to end you!"

"Try me," Callum shot back, his voice now rough and husky, a clear sign he was serious, especially about forcing himself on Thalassa.

As Callum proceeded to tear at Thalassa's clothes, Lysander watched in horror and rage. It was like a volcano inside him was erupting, spewing molten lava, threatening to consume him whole with anger. Seeing Callum's reckless behavior and Thalassa's increasing distress only fueled Lysander's rage.

Suddenly, a surge of unprecedented strength coursed through him. Grasping the arms of his wheelchair with both hands and pushing off with his legs, Lysander managed to stand, stumbling at first but quickly steadying himself. He lunged at Callum, yanking him back and landing a punch square on Callum's face, sending him staggering backward.

Callum looked up in disbelief, "You... How?"

Lysander had stood up. How was that even possible when everyone said he would never walk again?

Before Callum could process it further, Lysander charged again, fueled by pure fury, and landed another punch, this time to Callum's chest, sending him flying into a wall with a dull thud before collapsing in pain.

by anger, moved to continue his assault, Thalassa's crying voice

voice, laden with sorrow, yanked Lysander back to his senses. He stopped in his tracks, turned, and saw Thalassa in a disheveled state on the bed, tears streaming

a dagger. He changed direction, shedding his jacket as he walked over to her, wrapping it around her. He then freed

Thalassa's emotions overwhelmed her. Terrified, she clung to Lysander with

I've got you," Lysander, his voice rough but tender, comforted her, holding her close and stroking

in response, nodding, relieved and

him stand

could walk. He wasn't bound to a wheelchair