A frown formed on Lena's face first, then shifted slightly before she finally forced her eyes open, a gasp escaping her lips.She sat up on the bed immediately, but she suddenly felt dizzy and shut her eyes again, her hand moving up to them to rub the fog out."What happened?" She muttered to herself and leaned backwards, aiming to place her head on the bed's headrest. But her head met a hard surface.Her eyes shut open immediately, the fog suddenly clearing. "What?" She turned around, confusion turning into alarm. There was no headrest-just a cold, hard wall behind her.Her eyes darted back to the room to take in her surroundings.A wardrobe. Two doors. A small table with a tray holding a glass of water. Thick curtains covering one side of the room.It was a room alright, but... "This isn't Thane's room." She said out loud, panic setting in her chest.Instinctively, she got out of the bed, slipping into her footwear, which lay scattered on the ground beside the bed.With her heart s
A light knock on the door echoed through the large office, but Thane ignored it, his eyes shifting from one part of his laptop to another, trying to occupy his mind with work, so he didn't think of his shitty family."Sir." Dante called as he got to his desk and pulled out a chair in which he settled himself.Thane didn't raise his head. "Any progress?" Dante hesitated and watched his boss type away on his computer, his brows furrowed like he was pissed at something.But Dante knew. What he knew was things were getting out of hand with Tessa's case, and then the files Victoria had hidden, which Thane's family would stop at nothing to find.The entire thing was obviously weighing down on him more than Dante expected. What he didn't know was why Thane was so bent on exempting himself from the entire heiress issue and then preventing Lena from knowing her mom was an heiress and also not wanting to get her involved at all.What he didn't know was why Thane was so bent on keeping himsel
"You really don't remember anything?" Alex asked with wide eyes as she lazily folded the bedsheet in her hands.Lena, on the other hand, sat on the bed, clutching a throw pillow, her mind racing. She was desperately trying to recall even the faintest memory of Cecil, but there was nothing.Ever since Thane had told her about her mother and Cecil, doubt had been creeping into her mind. If Cecil and her mom were really close, shouldn't she at least remember her?Sure, she had been only two when her mother died, but that was old enough to remember faces-right?"Honestly, I don't remember." Lena suddenly sighed as she shook herself out of her head, shutting her eyes briefly. "I barely even remember anything from my childhood." She said, partly frustrated."What about your dad?" Alex asked, picking up a mop. "Maybe you could ask him-" Lena suddenly put away the pillow like it was on fire, her eyes wide with realization."What is wrong with you?" A startled Alex asked, staring at her frien
"So you gave her the job just like that?" Lena asked, staring at Thane, who was now lying completely on the bed, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. His throat bobbed. "No." He said simply. "I don't let just anyone into my home. And honestly, her confidence was a little... off-putting at first. So I had to run some checks."Lena, who was laying beside him, just stared. With Alex's story and Bridget's story, everything made Thane sound like a savior.'Did he save every other maid in this house? That'll be eight more harassment and or trafficking cases.' Lena thought, her eyes making an outline of Thane's side view.She rolled to her side and supported her head with her hand so she didn't put too much weight on her stomach. "What did you find?" Thane hesitated. "She ran away from her family at a young age, and ever since, she'd been hopping around trying to find her feet." "Oh, my God." Lena exclaimed softly, genuinely feeling sorry for Bridget. "But why?" "She wanted a different life aw
What was surprising about what Thane was looking at was how she could curl up that way with how much body she had-she wasn't fat or chubby, but undoubtedly curvy.Yet she was able to form a small figure.It was obvious she had crawled over to where after he'd hit his door.'But how? Was she pushed or thrown?''I think there are bigger issues than that, genius,' his mind said, bringing him back to the fact that there was a woman sobbing in the hallway.He sighed again, making a mental note that he might probably regret this, but it was best to be a gentleman.Finally, he walked out of the room completely and shut the door behind him, carefully walking towards the figure quivering on the ground. "Are you okay?" He asked, standing at a safe distance.As soon as she heard the voice, she sprang into a sitting position and backed away from him, her red, tear-filled eyes wide with fear.Thane quickly put up his hands. "Hey, hey. I'm not going to hurt you, alright?" She just stared at him,
"Aren't you going to your office?" Lena asked Thane, staring at him as he worked with his laptop on the other end of the bed.Thane clicked away, his eyes on the keyboard as he had his back to her. "I own the company, Lena. I have control of my attendance," he stated firmly.But Lena knew there was a reason he hadn't stepped out of the house the entire day-there was always a reason he'd choose to work from home.She bit her lip, her mind drifting back to their conversation the other day."Your mom knows something important about what they're looking for. And my mom thinks you know something about it." Thane had said, still crouched as he cleaned up the injuries on her hand.Lena's mind raced, like it'd been doing since she found out Thane's mom and hers used to be really good friends.But what information could she have known?And if she could remember clearly-she had no memory of her mom telling her anything.Lena clutched the blue pillow closer to her chest and took a deep breath. S
Lena inhaled shakily, fighting to hold Thane's gaze.'Why does he have to do this every time?' she asked herself, unable to say it out.But Thane didn't break eye contact, his thumb gently brushing against her cheek. The longer he looked at her, the more he saw Victoria.And though he was still little when she died, there's this large portrait of her hanging in a room somewhere-a place only a few people had been."My family is searching for something." He finally said.Lena blinked, waiting for a continuation. "What is it?" She quietly asked after some time.Thane's hand dropped from her face and turned away, pulling off the undershirt. "Something dangerous that could destroy us all." Lena's brows creased as she watched his back. "How? And if it could destroy all of you, then why are they looking for it?" she questioned, the entire thing sounding ridiculous to her.Thane finally turned around, allowing her eyes roam his body. Her eyes rested on the scars on his chest, which gave a
Lena stood by the window, her hands caressing the pendant—not because she was happy, but because the back of her left hand had tiny plasters covering her self-inflicted injuries.It was dark outside, and the house was suddenly so eerily quiet-almost like the night Tessa had died.Her eyes twitched from side to side, monitoring the gate and waiting for it to open, and Thane would drive in.She needed an explanation for why he'd kept her on house arrest and what was going on between him and his mom.But more importantly, which Victoria were they talking about? 'How the fuck do they know my mom?' she asked in her mind, more panic rising to her chest.If what she thought was going on was actually going on, then she wasn't sure she wanted to stay in this house any longer.'What do you think is going on?' a voice in her head taunted.It'd been so quiet recently, like it was also as confused as she was about this entire situation.But that was the least of her problems now. Thane had locke
Lena's eyes darted between Thane and his mother.And no one needed to tell her that this was more than an argument.'Who is Thane talking about?' she thought, her small hands clutching the railings even tighter.'That fucking snitch. Look what he's done!' Cecil raged in her mind, as the sound of all her plans shattering echoed in her head.'Shit!'"What did that fool tell you?" She asked, trying to keep her voice steady.Thane raised an amused brow. "Fool? Okay." He said and almost laughed, his mom's anger tickling his nerves. "Well, your sweet little brother told me just enough to make me keep Lena away from you." Cecil fell silent. No soothsayer needed to tell her that her son knew more than she thought.Lena's heartbeat quickened, and though her neck began to hurt from straining, she wasn't leaving.'So this really is about me.' she thought to herself.Finally, Cecil sighed and shut her eyes briefly. And when she opened them, she walked over to where Thane stood."Look, I'll admit