MasukThalia Ruelle had always loved Mikael Vireaux but her love was never returned. The day she finally confessed her feelings, he broke her heart with gentle words… and the announcement that he was marrying her best friend, Alina Lowe. Still, Thalia stayed by their side, hiding her heartbreak behind a smile. Until the night everything shattered. Thalia visits Alina to congratulate her on the engagement. But instead of celebration, she’s met with anger and screaming until Alina throws her out. By morning, Alina went missing. Everything was a mess and everyone assumed she was dead. And the last person to see her was Thalia. When Kael returns from a business trip and learns of Alina’s death and the rumors surrounding it, he makes a chilling assumption that Thalia who was consumed by jealousy and rejection, murdered her best friend. As punishment, he does the unthinkable. He imprisons her in his own home. Now bound to him, Thalia lives beneath Kael’s cruelty. His coldness, his rage, his quiet vow to make her suffer. And yet… she never stops showing him kindness and her love. But when Kael finds out the truth of Alina's fake death, Thalia’s spirit has already fractured. To prove her innocence, her only choice was to take her own life. Will Kael realize the truth in time to save her? Or has his revenge already destroyed the only woman who ever truly loved him?
Lihat lebih banyakThe car pulled up smoothly in front of the towering glass building. Thalia’s breath caught the moment she looked up. The structure loomed above them. It was sleek, modern, and intimidating in the way only the powerful could afford. She hadn’t asked much about Keith’s work, though she knew Keith was someone with position.Still, she followed him quietly through the doors, eyes wide as she took in the polished floors, the gold-trimmed accents, and the subtle hum of wealth in the air. Everything smelled of professionalism and power. Like it was tailored to people who belonged. She wasn’t one of them.The security guard near the entrance stepped forward with a respectful nod. “Good morning, CEO, sir.”Thalia froze at the word.CEO?She looked up at Keith in disbelief, but he was already thanking the guard, completely unfazed. She blinked as her heart began thudding violently in her chest.CEO. That meant this whole building… this company…He owned it...?She immediately took a step back w
Keith stood by the front door, adjusting the cuff of his dress shirt. His blazer was hung over his arm, his phone tucked into his coat pocket, and the faint scent of cedar and clean soap followed him in the air. He looked every bit the successful man he was.But as he reached for the door, his eyes drifted back across the living room.There, seated on the floor beside the coffee table, Thalia was cross-legged and completely absorbed in organizing a small mountain of colorful pens and sticky notes. The table was now cluttered with new things. All things Keith had bought on a whim, claiming they were for her “creative sanity,” even if he didn’t quite know how she liked her stationeries yet.She hadn’t noticed he was watching her. Her head was tilted slightly, a lock of hair falling over her cheek as she frowned in concentration. Her fingers were delicately arranging gel pens by gradient color, violet to pink to sky blue. It was such a small, harmless moment. But Keith smiled.Then he sp
Thalia's POVThe first thing I noticed about Keith Callaghan’s condo was how… untouched it looked.It wasn't cold exactly, but immaculate. Every corner gleamed like it had been carved from stone and glass. Chrome, marble, floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city skyline like a silent guardian. The place screamed wealth, success, and power. It was the kind of home where you weren’t sure if you were allowed to sit down.And yet, somehow...I felt safe.It made no sense. Everything in me should’ve bristled at the sleek surfaces, the silence, the scent of leather and expensive air. But instead, the longer I stood in it, the more I felt something I hadn’t in so long.Sheltered.It didn’t look like anyone lived here. No clutter, no scuffed floorboards or forgotten books. Not a single photo on the wall. It felt like a penthouse from a magazine, yet it had something Kael’s mansion never had: peace. The first morning I woke up, I didn’t move. I lay in the unfamiliar bed, staring at th
(FLASHBACK A FEW DAYS AGO)Thunder cracked overhead as Kael’s black car tore into the circular driveway, tires skidding across the rain-slicked stone. The mansion loomed in the background, its gothic silhouette lit up by a flash of lightning that seemed to cleave the sky in half.Before the engine stopped rumbling, the driver’s side door slammed open. Kael emerged, drenched in seconds, his soaked coat clinging to his tall frame. But his fury burned hotter than the storm. His eyes locked onto the backseat.He then wrenched the rear door open and yanked Alina out by the arm. She shrieked, stumbling out into the torrential downpour.“Kael—Kael, stop!” she cried, slipping, her heels catching on the cobblestones. Her long hair plastered across her face, mingling with the rain and tears.But Kael didn’t stop.His grip was iron, clamped around her wrist like a man possessed. He pulled her mercilessly toward the estate gates, his jaw clenched, face carved with fury.“This is madness! You’re o












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