As I stood outside Thiago’s house, grappling with the shock and heartache of what I had witnessed, a thousand thoughts raced through my mind. The betrayal cut deep, slicing through the trust and hope I had invested in our relationship. I couldn’t bear to confront them, to demand an explanation that might only deepen the wound.With a heavy heart, I stumbled back to my car, my hands trembling as I fumbled for the keys. The engine roared to life, but I couldn’t bring myself to drive away just yet. My mind replayed the scene over and over, each iteration bringing fresh pain and disbelief.What had I missed? How could Thiago have let this happen? Was there something between them that I had been blind to all along?The minutes stretched into eternity as I sat there, lost in a storm of emotions. Anger, sorrow, and a profound sense of loss warred within me. The future I had imagined with Thiago—the one where we rebuilt his company, faced challenges together, and emerged stronger—now lay sh
After that day, the office had become my hide out. Work had always been a means of escape from reality for me, but recently, it had transformed into an obsession. Since the incident with Thiago and Cynthia, I had buried myself under piles of reports and endless meetings. I always find myself staying late hours in the office. Lucia had to force me to go out most of the times when it was already passed office horse. It’s like my mind was sharp, but my heart was a mess. No matter how hard I tried to shake off the personal chaos, it always lingered in the back of my mind like some sort of pest that was festering me.I sat at my desk, typing furiously, my fingers moving so quickly over the keys that I barely had time to process what I was writing. I needed the distraction. I needed to keep my mind off Thiago and the unanswered questions between us. But just as I thought I was getting somewhere, the inevitable happened, or rather someone came unexpected.And it was Cynthia, who walked rig
The next few days after my encounter with Cynthia who boldly came to my office to threaten me, felt like a slow, suffocating descent into chaos. No matter how much I wanted to ignore Cynthia’s blackmailing, I simply couldn’t just shake off the feeling that the walls around me were closing in and it was leaving the feeling of intoxicating suffocation, as though I was trapped.At first, it began as just small—just rumors regarding the investors reconsidering their stakes for the Bermudez group. Following that, however, Marcus and I had been receiving a few emails flagged as “urgent” from Thiago’s financial team. At first, it seemed like a coincidence. But as it escalate further, it eventually turn into an issue that made me realize that Cynthia wasn’t joking around.Cynthia was dead serious about what she told me that time.Following that, my daily routine at the office felt tensed for the Bermudez Group. As I have feared, the Investors who pledged to cooperate with us were now pullin
After filing the divorce papers, my heart felt heavier than ever. I hadn’t imagined it would feel like this—so final, so utterly devastating. But I had made up my mind. Cynthia’s threats were real, and no matter how much it pained me, this was the only way to protect Thiago and his company. If I didn’t do this, everything he had built would crumble. I would not let that happen.It was a quiet drive back to the house, the document lying in the passenger seat beside me like a ticking time bomb. As I pulled into the driveway, my stomach churned with a mix of fear and dread. I didn’t know what to expect from Thiago, but part of me feared the worst. He wasn’t the type to give up easily, especially when it came to things—or people—he considered his. And that included me.When I opened the door to our home, the familiar scent of leather and wood hit me, instantly reminding me of everything we had built together. The memories of laughter, arguments, late-night talks, and stolen moments of inti
The moment Thiago’s hands found my waist, pulling me close, every worry, every sharp edge of doubt faded, leaving just us. His gaze was intense, holding a mixture of frustration, desire, and something deeper I’d never quite managed to name. The soft warmth of his breath brushed against my cheek as he pulled me closer, and the world outside ceased to exist.He leaned in, his forehead gently pressing against mine, and whispered, “Do you still think about divorcing me?”The question hung between us, pulling all the tension of the last days into one single, excruciating point. My pulse hammered as I looked up at him. “Thiago,” I managed, the word escaping me before I could overthink it. “You know what I must do.”His hands tightened slightly at my waist as if grounding himself, and his lips brushed mine—softly at first, then deepening into a kiss that held an edge of hunger. I felt his arms slip around my shoulders, steadying me as he leaned in even closer. When he pulled away, his eyes se
The room was draped in shadows, the dim light casting a warm, almost sinful glow across the crimson velvet walls. My pulse quickened as I slay there with those spread clips attached on my pussy, feeling the cool air against my clit, and waiting for his next move. Every little sound, every shift in the atmosphere seemed to amplify the anticipation that hummed through me, making my heartbeat produce a relentless rhythm within my chest.Thiago stood a few feet away, watching me in that way he had, his gaze as heavy as a touch. Thiago then removed the spreader bar and clips. After that, he pulled a rope in his hand then held tightly, his fingers gliding over it slowly, deliberately, as if he were savoring the feel of it. The sight made my breath hitch. I trusted him implicitly, yet it was the unknown—the waiting, the quiet promise in his eyes—that sent a thrill sparking down my spine.He finally approached, his eyes dark and unwavering, his presence filling the space between us. “Do you
THE FOLLOWING MORNING…The morning sun streamed through the curtains, its golden warmth tracing patterns across the bed where I lay tangled in the sheets, a quiet sense of peace settling over me. I could no longer how I ended up in our bed, perhaps Thiago carried me here from the forbidden room.Last night, Thiago had torn down my walls as he fucked me hard, breaking through all my defenses and I ended up yielding to his carnal calls. Thiago consumed every part of me in a passionate and rough sex I could have ever imagined I was capable of.His touch, his presence, had reminded me of the man I’d fallen for, the man who could unravel my resolve with a single look. Now, as I watched him sleep beside me, I couldn’t help but marvel at how someone could frustrate me to the point of madness, yet still make me feel complete.Thiago stirred, his eyes fluttering open as he looked over at me with a sleepy smile. “Morning, Wifey,” he murmured, pulling me closer as if he had no intention of lettin
The morning had a strange, electric calm as Thiago and I readied ourselves for the day ahead. We had anticipated Cynthia’s reaction, but neither of us could quite predict how far she’d go to maintain her grasp on the Bermudez Group. I glanced at Thiago, who was adjusting his cufflinks with a steady hand, the faintest of smirks on his lips.“You seem… unusually calm,” I said, slipping into my blazer and watching him in the reflection.He looked up, his gaze meeting mine in the mirror with that familiar glint. “Calm, yes. But prepared? Even more so.” He turned to face me, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “Today isn’t just about protecting the company. It’s about protecting us—what we’ve built together.”I felt a warm rush of resolve fill me as I nodded. “Then let’s go and make it clear who’s really in charge.”When we arrived at the boardroom, most of the members were already seated, chatting in low murmurs. Cynthia was there too, seated at the end of the table, her eyes narrowi
The next few days were filled with a sense of impending danger. I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were walking on a tightrope, and any misstep would send everything crashing down. Thiago seemed just as on edge as I was, though he didn’t show it on the surface. But I could see it in his eyes—the same hunger, the same drive, the same readiness for whatever came next.I met him in his office late one afternoon. He was reviewing documents, his sharp gaze scanning the pages with an intensity that was almost unsettling."Thiago," I said softly, stepping into his space. He didn’t look up, but I could feel the tension in his posture. "Leah called me last night."His eyes flicked up to meet mine, narrowing slightly. "What did she want?"I hesitated, then told him everything she had said. "She thinks she can make a deal, but I don’t trust her. This isn’t over."Thiago placed the papers down carefully, then stood, crossing the room to stand in front of me. His presence was overwhelming, and fo
The city skyline shimmered under the evening lights as I stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of Thiago's penthouse. The weight of recent events pressed heavily on my shoulders. Leah's calculated moves had thrown our world into disarray, and the revelation of her betrayal still echoed in my mind.Thiago entered the room, his expression a mix of concern and determination. "Bridgette," he began, his voice steady, "we need to talk."I turned to face him, searching his eyes for answers. "About Leah?"He nodded. "She's not just targeting the company; she's targeting us—our relationship, our future."I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing thoughts. "We can't let her win."He approached, taking my hands in his. "Then let's fight back. Together."The next morning, Lucia, Marcus, and I convened in the conference room. The atmosphere was tense, the air thick with anticipation.Lucia began, "We've traced the leak to a secure server. Only a handful of people had access."Marcus added,
The days that followed felt like a slow, meticulous countdown. The taste of victory was still fresh, but the knowledge that the war was far from over lingered in the back of my mind. Leah was not one to surrender easily, and I knew she'd find another way to fight back. But for now, the cards were in our hands.Thiago had been unusually quiet since the meeting, his focus sharp, but there was an intensity in his eyes that I couldn’t shake off. As if he was preparing for something I couldn’t yet see.I sat across from him one evening in the penthouse, papers scattered in front of me, but my thoughts were far from the numbers on the page. My mind kept wandering to Leah—how she had looked at me when she left the room, her smile not one of defeat, but of patience, like she was biding her time. That worried me more than any immediate retaliation.Thiago leaned forward, breaking my thoughts. "You’re thinking about her, aren’t you?"I met his gaze, not surprised that he had read me so easily.
By noon, I couldn’t pretend the walls weren’t closing in.The silence after Leah’s visit wasn't the kind that gave you peace—it was the kind that echoed. Every word she’d said, every warning she dripped like poison, kept looping in my mind like a cursed song I couldn’t turn off.Thiago was mine long before you walked into his life.You’re carrying a weapon.I stood in the shower longer than necessary, letting the water scald away the chill that had crept beneath my skin. But no matter how hard I scrubbed, I couldn’t rinse her off me.When I stepped out, I found Thiago waiting.He didn’t knock. He just stood there in the doorway, sleeves rolled, tie gone, shirt clinging to him like armor that no longer fit.“You’ve been quiet,” he said.“So have you.”He stepped inside, shutting the door behind him like he was sealing us off from the world.“You want to yell at me?” he asked. “Do it. I can take it.”I didn’t yell. I dried my hands on a towel, then looked at him square in the eyes.“Was
The next morning, I didn’t wake up to the usual soft chime of my alarm or the scent of espresso brewing from Thiago’s automated machine. I woke up to silence.Too much silence.The kind that settles like a fog in the bones, whispering that something has shifted. That something is wrong.I sat up, the silk sheets slipping off my skin as I reached for my phone. No new messages. No updates from Lucia or Marcus. Not even a single email from the security firm Thiago had commissioned. The stillness wasn’t peace—it was calculated quiet.Someone had pulled the plug.I moved quickly, throwing on one of Thiago’s button-downs, not bothering to fasten every button as I padded across the floor, phone in hand. I headed straight for the control panel by the wall—one that synced to the penthouse’s surveillance and internal comms. The screen lit up. Offline.“What the hell?”I tapped the screen again. Nothing.“Thiago?” I called out. No answer. My voice echoed back at me.That’s when the hairs on the
Bridgette’s POVI stood in front of the penthouse window, watching the city lights blink below me. Everything looked so peaceful from here, but I knew better. Behind the glimmering exterior, everyone was moving, plotting, fighting, hiding. Even the glass separating me from the world below felt like a wall between reality and illusion.Thiago had done his part—leaving no stone unturned, going after every single person who might have leaked information about my pregnancy. At least, that’s what he said. But that wasn’t enough. I couldn’t rely entirely on him. This was my fight too. And I wasn’t about to be dragged into a game I didn’t understand.I let out a long breath and walked back to the table, picking up the digital tablet in front of me. Lucia, Marcus, and the rest of the team were still waiting for the next move. There were no comforting words from Thiago; just the calculated look in his eyes whenever he saw me. He seemed pleased with the progress. He was the kind of man who belie
Bridgette’s POVThe war room atmosphere had descended on the office.Lucia, Marcus, and a handful of trusted executives gathered in the conference room, their faces grim. Even the interns sensed the tension and kept their heads down. No one wanted to be in the crossfire, not when the walls seemed to have ears—and possibly eyes.I stood at the head of the table, arms crossed, scanning the room.“This leak wasn’t random,” I said. “Someone here is feeding intel. And considering how quickly it reached the public… it had to come from someone high up.”Lucia nodded in agreement, tapping at her tablet. “We traced the earliest gossip back to an anonymous tip sent to three digital tabloids. Same language. Same phrasing. It wasn’t a coincidence.”Marcus leaned back in his chair, arms folded. “And you’re thinking it was someone in this room?”I didn’t flinch. “I’m thinking someone in this room knows who.”The silence was deafening.Thiago’s POVI arrived midway through the meeting, my presence d
The next few hours felt like I was walking through a fog, each step heavy with the weight of what was at stake. The note had shaken me more than I cared to admit, but it was also a wake-up call. I couldn’t let this go unnoticed. Not now.I grabbed my phone, dialed Marcus’s number, and pressed it to my ear. The ringing felt like an eternity.“Bridgette,” he answered, voice smooth, like he hadn’t just been part of the most volatile corporate environment I’d ever been in.“Marcus,” I said, keeping my tone level. “I need to know if you’ve had anything to do with the leak.”There was a long pause, longer than I expected.“Bridgette, you know I don’t get involved in... sensationalist games. That’s not my style,” he replied. The casualness of his words didn’t sit right.“I’m not asking about style. I’m asking about leaks.” I pressed, my voice tightening. “You had access to sensitive information, and I need to know if you gave it to anyone.”There was another beat of silence before Marcus spo
[BRIDGETTE'S POV]The sound of Thiago’s breathing lulled me. Slow. Steady. Unshaken.I hated that.How could he lie there like he wasn’t on the edge of something catastrophic? Like our whole reality hadn’t shifted the second I handed him that test?Maybe it had always been this way—me unraveling in silence while he anchored us with that dangerous, deliberate calm.I lifted my head slightly, just enough to watch him sleep. His face looked younger like this. Less ruthless. The weight of control he always carried had slipped off, if only for the night.I should’ve felt safer. I didn’t.I felt... seen.And being seen terrified me more than the test ever could.I slipped out of bed before dawn, dragging the blanket with me like armor. My feet found the cold marble of the penthouse floor, but I didn’t flinch.I needed space.Not to run—Just to breathe.The bathroom lights were too harsh, so I settled on the balcony. The city was just waking up. Lights blinking to life like a million eyes f