Lysander navigated the streets with a sense of grim determination, his car cutting through the city like a silent specter. The glove


    compartment held his birth certificate, a symbol of themitment he had dered the night before. He had vowed to marry


    Thssa, and today was the day for him to make good on that promise.


    Marrying Thssa had always been in Lysander''s ns, but life had thrown a wrench into the works. Leopold’s arrival had


    shattered any illusions by revealing the truth—that Thssa’s heart belonged to another.


    The specter of his father’s fate loomed over him; a man who had met a tragic end for marrying a woman in love with someone


    else. His grandfather had always warned him not to follow in his father''s footsteps, to stay lucid. He could indulge in the physical


    allure of Thssa but should never take her seriously.


    To marry her would be a dangerous move. It would transform him into a man like his father, desperate to win her love.


    Hatred also brewed within Lysander for Bruce, the culprit of his parents’ downfall. Bruce had meddled in their marriage, deceived


    his mother and convinced her to elope with him—a man so vile that every fiber of Lysander’s being recoiled in disgust.


    By extension, Lysander had once resented Thssa, for she carried the blood of that despicable man. Whenever Lysander felt a


    softening towards her, the thought of her lineage would turn his heart to ice.


    He hated his own inability to erase her from his life for good. Out of sight, out of mind would be the greatest kindness he could


    afford himself, but it was an impossible feat.


    The mere thought of her vanishing from his life, of Thssaughing and living happily with another man, left him breathless


    with a suffocating sense of loss.


    So, even though she was Bruce’s daughter, even though her heart sheltered Leopold, even though her actions were reminiscent


    of her mother Belinda’s betrayal, he could not let go of her.


    He had punished her with extreme measures, brought her to the brink of despair, yet he could not let go.


    Until the ident with the rigging equipment that nearly crushed him, Lysander thought Thssa wanted him dead so she could


    be free.


    The pain in his heart was sharper than his rage. It was then that he truly understood his father''s feelings. Loving a woman so


    deeply that the prospect of death at her hands was preferable to living without her.


    Later, once his anger had cooled and


    he had investigated the scene with


    David, Lysander had ae the ciith


    The reprenpersiing e€ rigging


    uld have been unable to see him


    through the hole in the backdrop. It


    was just an ident. Thssa had


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    He had been about to clear the air


    with her when Susan arrived


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    ate Bruce''s victims, including


    both his and Thssa’s mothers.


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    But Thssa was Bruce''s daughter!


    In that moment, the pain of losing his


    parents and the hatred toward hi


    enemy conver dyqter traéistrom


    of priatiéActhrough gritted teeth,


    Lysander told Thssa that he would


    not spare anyone from Bruce''s


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    The trap he had been setting for Bruce was finally sprung, and he alerted the police. However, to convict Bruce of fraud, they


    needed a solid witness.