The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 1950

Callum had stripped off his jacket, using it to tie Lysander's wheelchair to a cabinet handle. With this setup, Lysander couldn't possibly push himself away, nor could he untie the knotted garment with his own strength.

Seeing Callum getting closer to Lysander, Thalassa struggled to sit up from the bed, ready to confront Callum. A few buttons of her blouse had come undone in the process, making her situation all the more revealing.

Facing Thalassa, Lysander saw her state and his eyes widened, his handsome face tense with concern. "Thalassa!" He wanted to rush over, wrap her in his arms, and shield her with his body, keeping her safe in his embrace. He tried to move, to muster any strength in his legs, but he was powerless. He could only watch helplessly as Callum returned to Thalassa's side, his gaze wandering over her, standing so close yet so far from her reach!

Lysander was furious at Callum! But he felt utterly helpless, forced to watch as Callum harassed Thalassa, a truly terrible feeling. Callum approached Thalassa, his hand supporting her neck, lifting her from the bed and leading her in front of Lysander, standing at a distance just out of Lysander's reach.

With one hand gripping Thalassa's arm and the other supporting her neck, Callum had complete control over her, making her stand awkwardly before Lysander. Callum let out a cold laugh and taunted Lysander, "Want to save her?"

Lysander was seething, his facial muscles twitching with rage, his angry words squeezed through clenched teeth, "Let her go!"

"Just like that?" Callum's gaze darkened, the normally gentle smile gone from his face, replaced by hatred and the desire for revenge. "Remember how you reacted when someone asked you to let her go!" Callum's expression turned increasingly fierce.

The mention of Leopold was a painful memory Callum couldn't bear to confront, a reminder that twisted his heart like a knife. Lysander saw Thalassa standing before him, her clothes disheveled, with Callum so close to her, challenging every boundary of decency!

Lysander extended his arm, trying to pull Thalassa towards him, but Callum had deliberately chosen a spot out of Lysander's reach. No matter how desperately he reached out, his arms weren't long enough to grasp Thalassa. Missing her completely, Lysander was filled with frustration and defeat.

But Callum felt a rush of satisfaction, enjoying the sight of Lysander so powerless. He relished the feeling of achievement.

"Lysander, today you'll watch your woman become someone else's right in front of you!" Callum gritted his teeth, grabbed Thalassa by the neck, and leaned in to kiss her.

"Callum!" Lysander roared, trying to stand up, to punch Callum down. But his legs wouldn't cooperate, his hands gripping the wheelchair till the veins stood out on the back of his hands. Yet, he was truly powerless, unable to stand or move the wheelchair.

Callum, however, was only more excited by this, loving the sight of Lysander's helplessness. He always seemed so untouchable, commanding respect from everyone. Now, unable to even save his own woman, what could he possibly boast about?

Callum, undeterred by Thalassa turning her head away, was even more thrilled. He pushed her down on the bed with such force, his hands tearing at her clothes.

"Ah, let me go, Callum, please!" Thalassa screamed in terror and pain.