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
After the board meeting, the sense of victory lingered in the air as I made my way to the parking lot. The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a dusky glow over the city. I felt lighter than I had in weeks, buoyed by our triumph and the renewed sense of partnership with Thiago. Yet, a nagging instinct tugged at my gut as I walked through the dimly lit area, scanning my surroundings.Since Thiago still have to go meet up with the new investors, I decided to come home early so that I could prepare a good dinner for my husband once he comes home. I was so excited to come up with a good dish that he would surely enjoy that I quickly rush to my car so that I could still make a short drop by at a mini mart to possibly get the ingredients that I would need.But as I was almost to my car, I suddenly heard footsteps echoing behind me. My heart raced, a warning bell ringing in my ears. I turned to look, but there was no one there. Shaking my head, I chided myself for being paranoid. I un
In the days that followed, Thiago worked tirelessly to uncover who was behind the attempt on my life. He didn’t tell me every detail, but I could see the tension building behind his calm exterior. He was more cautious around me, more protective. And in truth, I needed it. The attack had shaken me in ways I hadn’t anticipated.Even the thought of getting behind the wheel of my car made my hands tremble. The parking lot felt darker, more menacing, and I dreaded being alone there. Thiago noticed right away and didn’t waste time taking measures to ease my fears. Within a day, he’d arranged for two elite guards to shadow me wherever I went, along with a driver to bring me to and from work.At first, the arrangements made me feel like a prisoner, but the sense of safety they provided was a relief I couldn’t deny. Thiago seemed even more affected by my trauma than I was, his worry only increasing each day he saw my anxiety flare up.“Are you sure you don’t mind that I arranged this?” he aske