Chapter 98 - Thalia’s Peaceful Days
The sunlight leaking through the giant windows didn’t make the Blac family mansion feel any warmer.
Thalia groaned as she blinked her eyes open. Another day. Another damn morning in this golden cage.
She sat up, rubbing her temples. The bed was too soft. The sheets too crisp.
Everything too... perfect.
She hated it.
’Why the hell am I still here?’ she muttered in her mind. ’Oh, right. Because I’ve got no choice.’
Cruxius had dumped her here just a few days ago—his idea of "helping."
After turning her life upside down, dragging her to his bed, ruining her life, and even after that instead of leaving her, he’d handed her over to his family, to his people. He said she should "be useful to him."
’Asshole,’ she thought, pulling herself out of bed and grabbing the first decent thing she could wear.
Downstairs, breakfast was already waiting. Fancy stuff, way too fancy for her taste. She picked at the food, not hungry but needing the energy. The eggs were fluffy, the toast warm, everything cooked like it belonged on a magazine cover.
She was halfway through when a familiar voice floated in.