The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Hertha didn't pursue any further. Instead, she bolted in the opposite direction, her hands bound behind her back and her mouth sealed with tape, utterly incapable of coming to Thalassa's rescue. If she tried to approach, she'd undoubtedly get caught by the brute again, leaving Thalassa in peril and herself in a bind.

Desperate, Hertha dashed into the middle of the road, hoping to catch the attention of any passerby. But in this secluded area, not a soul was in sight. Frantic, Hertha had no choice but to run even farther, in search of someone, anyone. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Meanwhile, the brute had pushed Thalassa into a motel, where a woman, an accomplice, had already prepared a room for them. Thalassa was flung into the room with such force that she landed directly on the bed. The alcohol-induced haze in her brain cleared instantly from the shock of the fall, replaced by immense fear.

up, planning to escape. But after stumbling just a few steps, the brute shoved her back onto the bed. Wiping the corner of his mouth, his greasy, menacing eyes filled

voice, he taunted, "Little lady, you slipped away last time, and that guy really ticked me off. The mental scars I got? You're going to make up for all

scent, reminiscent of spoiled bacon, making her gag. Terror and fear overwhelmed her.

anger and an even stronger desire to dominate. The more defiant the woman, the more he relished it. He reached ou with his greasy hand, attempting to

Thalassa felt a chilling sensation

for the brute to catch her ankle, dragging her underneath him. The humiliation was unbearable, a torment worse than death for Thalassa. "Ha, you can't escape! Just give in!" The brute laughed triumphantly, leaning in for another kiss. As that sausage-like, greasy face hurried closer, Thalassa's pupils dilated, her heart clenched tight,