The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 966

Bruce gripped Thalassa’s shoulders, dragging her to the door of the hotel room. With a flick of his card, the door beeped open, and he pushed her inside, maintaining a firm hold.

Callum had turned his head just in time to see the coat draped over Thalassa’s arms fall as she crossed the threshold, revealing her bound wrists.

A shadow passed over Callum’s eyes.

Bruce, noticing the coat on the ground, had a moment of panic. He swiftly picked it up and, turning back, met Callum’s gaze. With practiced ease, he nodded and flashed a casual smile. “My wife’s in such a hurry that she didn’t even notice she dropped my coat,” he said.

Without waiting for a response, Bruce turned and stepped back into the room. Thalassa tried to bolt out, but with a shove, he pushed her back and slammed the door shut.

His eyes cold, he advanced on her. “I’d advise you to cooperate; it’ll save you some pain.”

merciless gaze following her. Her retreat was halted by

chuckled, a predatory grin on his face as he lunged at her. Thalassa screamed, trying to dodge, but Bruce was faster. He pinned her down

every ounce of strength, shaking her head and

foot, his hand sliding her

resistance, filled with despair and disgust. His touch sent shivers of revulsion through her, making her

he pushed up her dress, something felt off. Looking down,

the bed. “Did you rip your dress to send a signal?” Thalassa’s eyes blazed with defiance and loathing. Though she couldn’t speak, her stare conveyed the message: Yes, I signaled for help. Lysander will be here soon, and when he finds you, you’re

the unspoken words in

signal for help!” he raised his hand, ready

her eyes shut, bracing for the blow.

call cut through the tension like a knife. The ringtone blared loudly,

hovering inches from Thalassa’s face. He withdrew his hand and pulled out the phone.