The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

Joshua wanted to intervene, but it was too late. In a burst of impulsivity, Rosalind had already dragged Thalassa aside and lashed out with harsh words.

Before Joshua could even utter a word, Lysander lifted his gaze, his deep eyes sternly sweeping over Rosalind as he commanded in a voice that brooked no argument, "Rosalind, what are you on about? Apologize this instant!"

Shock and hurt flashed across Rosalind's face, her eyes welling up with tears as she retorted, "Why should I apologize? I didn't say anything wrong!" Thalassa wiped her mouth, her patience wearing thin. In the past, she might have remained silent, not bothering to defend herself or her honor, letting things spiral out of control.

But this time was different. Rosalind's words were a direct attack on her deceased mother, a woman who could no longer defend her own name against such slander.

Stepping forward, Thalassa faced Rosalind head-on, her voice firm, "Ms. Whitman, watch your language. Your father was the one framed, and had it not been for my mother's intervention, you wouldn't be standing here today. She sacrificed her own reputation to save him, and instead of gratitude, this is how you repay her?"

The venue, already swarming with reporters eager to catch a glimpse of Lysander and Rosalind's wedding, erupted into chaos at the scene unfolding before them. Scandal, after all, sold better than the sweetest of love stories, and the journalists were relentless, capturing every moment.

The more heated the argument, the more sensational the story became.

In an era where sensationalism reigned supreme, everyone was after the biggest scoop.

As Thalassa finished her piece, flashes from cameras flickered incessantly.

The flashing lights stung Rosalind's eyes, fueling the indignation and resentment brewing within her. "Look at all these cameras. Decided to make up a story for the press, have you?" she accused Thalassa bitterly.

"My story stands, whether you believe it or not. Ask your father," Thalassa replied, her tone resolute, then turned to Lysander, adding, "And as for stealing men, it was you who came between us. I was with him first, for longer, and he's the father of my child. If it weren't for your interference, we would still be together."

Lysander's gaze on Thalassa was intense yet tender, seeing her in a new light as she stood up for their past, making him realize how much he truly mattered to her.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

"When did I ever come between you two? You split up on your own!" Rosalind shot back, clinging to her version of the story.

Thalassa could have spared Rosalind's feelings, but Rosalind's blatant attempt to tarnish her reputation and paint herself as the victim left Thalassa no choice.

"As a designer, my reputation is

everything. I cannot afford to have it ruined," Thalassa stated, her voice steady and proud. "Lysander was bedridden for three years, and I was by his side, caring for him day and night. I turned to traditional remedies to bring him back to health. Yet, you and the Sinclairs took all the credit and had me

expelled from Royal Estates. Is that not true?"

Rosalind panicked, her eyes darting around for an ally but finding none. With the truth laid bare, her position weakened dramatically.

Sensing Rosalind's distress, Joshua

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took her hand, offering support. "Let's keep family matters private and not air our dirty laundry in publict's time to leave the stage," he said, gently guiding Rosalind away.

Thalassa, regaining her composure, reached for Lysander's wheelchair, ready to exit the drama, when suddenly, a commanding voice filled the air, halting everyone in their tracks.