The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

The burly man was terrified, immediately raising his hands in a gesture of surrender, "Don't shoot, I haven't done anything yet, please don't shoot..."

His voice was thick with desperation.

The arrogance and lust that had filled him moments ago had vanished in an instant.

He was just a thug, looking for a taste of the forbidden fruit, but he wasn't ready to lose his life over it.

The cop kept the gun trained on him while pulling out handcuffs. Stepping forward, he secured the man's hands behind his back.

"Thalassa! Are you okay?" Hertha burst into the room, her heart tightening at the sight of Thalassa lying on the bed, a look of utter despair in her eyes. She quickly tore off the tape sealing Thalassa's mouth and anxiously untied the ropes binding her hands.

breathe anew. She wrapped her arms around Hertha, crying softly,

patting her back, trying to offer comfort, "It's

words, tears streamed

few hours had been a nightmare, filling

on her side as a police car passed by. Hertha had flagged it down, and after being rescued, she explained the situation to the officers. With her guidance, the officers quickly made their way to the motel, and with the authority of the

goodness for the roadside police car, thank goodness the burly man hadn't had the

to Hertha's clothing, biting her lip, trying not to cry, but tears fell

fear and despair were

her tears falling freely, "Thalassa, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have suggested we

none of this would have happened. Hertha could

fault. Don't think like that. You

in time,