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As Sevi and I settled down into the cozy talk, I leaned back, sipping my coffee and trying to digest everything that had happened today. This “fake fiancée” plan was risky, and though the thought of it had me half amused and half terrified, I couldn’t deny it had a certain appeal. Something about the way Sevi looked at me made me feel strangely comfortable, as if I could trust him despite how fast everything was moving. But it wasn’t until he looked at me across the table with a slightly hesitant expression that I sensed we’d be veering into new territory.“Bridgette,” Sevi began, placing his coffee cup down and leaning in a little. “Before we go any further with this plan, there are some things you need to know about my family. Particularly, my father.”He said it so seriously that my amusement faded, and I sat up, giving him my full attention. “Alright,” I replied. “I’m listening.”He exhaled, his shoulders tensing as he started. “My father, Antonio Reynolds… He’s not just a regular
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The next morning, I was up early, curiosity thrumming through me after Sevi’s vague invitation. He’d insisted we had plans today, but I had no idea what he had in mind. The surprise element didn’t sit entirely comfortably with me—especially after agreeing to this “fake fiancée” arrangement—but Sevi’s disarming sincerity made it difficult to say no. Besides, there was something about him that drew me in. And perhaps, I enjoyed the distraction from the usual grind and endless expectations my life entailed.Around noon, Sevi picked me up, offering me a warm grin as he held the car door open. “Ready for another adventure?”I raised a skeptical brow, feeling half intrigued and half exasperated by his nonchalance. “Depends on where we’re going,” I replied, sliding into the seat. “You’ve been pretty tight-lipped about today’s plans.”“Trust me. You’ll like it,” he said, though the mysterious glint in his eyes had me wondering what, exactly, I was in for.The car ride was mostly filled with
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Finally meeting Sevi’s father, Antonio Reynolds, felt surreal. From the outside, his sprawling estate was nothing short of intimidating, exuding power and influence. The manicured gardens, towering columns, and understated elegance told me more than any article or biography about the man we were about to face. My nerves buzzed with anticipation as Sevi and I walked up the grand steps, his hand steady and comforting in mine, though he didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to; his silence held a heaviness I could almost feel, like he was bracing himself for an encounter he would rather avoid.As we entered the mansion, a dignified older man with salt-and-pepper hair and an air of reserved confidence greeted us. Antonio Reynolds was nothing like I’d imagined. While his posture and gaze spoke of authority, his eyes held a warmth I hadn’t anticipated, a subtle, kind gleam that contradicted every mental picture I’d painted. He extended a hand to me, his smile polite, and his voice was gentl
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The weekend approached faster than I could have prepared for, and with it, Antonio’s plans for an elaborate engagement party to celebrate the announcement. Sevi and I exchanged anxious glances when his father brought it up, but Antonio's excitement made it impossible to refuse. The look of hope in Antonio’s eyes, the warmth a proud father’s smile—it left me feeling oddly guilty about the lie I was entangled in. And although Sevi’s resentment toward his father was clear, even he didn’t have the heart to deny him the joy of seeing his “engaged” son in love.As the day of the party drew closer, our roles as fiancés became almost second nature. I was suddenly adjusting to the routine of holding Sevi’s hand, brushing his arm as we walked, and occasionally meeting his eyes with a feigned look of affection. It was convincing—perhaps a little too much so. Each time Antonio glanced at us with approval, his eyes twinkling with satisfaction, a pang of guilt gnawed at me. This wasn’t just lyi
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The evening had only grown heavier with each passing minute, a calculated orchestration of small talk, polite smiles, and hushed tones under the strings of golden lights Antonio had adorned the terrace with. This engagement party was all about elegance, yet my mind was entirely elsewhere as I was clouded by the palpable tension hanging between me and the one person I wished had never shown up—Thiago.From across the room, I felt Thiago’s gaze on me, stealing glances whenever he thought I wouldn’t notice. It wasn’t anything explicit or inappropriate—at least not outwardly—but it was there, unignorable, like a fire licking at the edge of my carefully composed demeanor. Each glance felt like a luring magnet that was making me look into him. And I know that if I do that things would become a lot more awkward. I took a steadying breath while faking a smile on my face as I greeted yet another well-meaning guest offering congratulations for me and Sevi. Sevi’s arm was a comforting weight
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The morning light filtered gently through the sheer curtains as I sat by the window, sipping my coffee, letting the events of the previous night settle into a hazy memory. Sevi had been a calming presence amidst the tension, his steadfast support both comforting and surprisingly genuine. As we shared the moments of the engagement party, I’d felt a flicker of something I hadn’t anticipated—something close to gratitude for having him by my side in this charade. A soft knock on the door broke my thoughts. “Come in,” I called, setting my cup down as Sevi stepped into the room, his expression caught between seriousness and thoughtfulness.“Morning,” he said, offering me a small smile. “I, uh, wanted to talk to you about something.”I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the slight hesitation in his tone. “What’s going on?”He sighed, pulling up a chair across from me. “I asked my father to let us have a break from these events for a few days. I told him I wanted to spend more time with you—ar
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The crisp Miami air was vibrant as Sevi and I strolled through the bustling streets. Our earlier encounter with Thiago at the jewelry store still lingered in my mind, but Sevi seemed determined to shake off the tension by filling the day with more activities. After a short stop for coffee, he turned to me with a boyish grin."You know what Miami is really known for, aside from the beaches and nightlife?" Sevi asked, his enthusiasm contagious."Let me guess," I replied, smirking. "Art?"He nodded, his eyes lighting up. "Exactly. There's this amazing art museum not far from here. I've been meaning to visit it, and since we’re pretending to be the quintessential couple, why not make it a proper date?”I laughed. “Lead the way, art enthusiast.”The Perez Art Museum Miami was breathtaking from the moment we stepped inside. Sunlight poured through massive glass walls, illuminating contemporary exhibits that ranged from the eccentric to the awe-inspiring. The air inside was tinged with the
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My pulse raced as I tried to piece together what had happened. And waking up in a dimly lit room with a throbbing headache wasn’t the most encouraging start. One moment I was wandering through the museum, and the next, I woke up here—wherever here was.The faint scent of dust and mildew filled the air, and the faint hum of distant activity suggested this place wasn’t entirely abandoned. It looked like some sort of storage room, crammed with wooden crates, disassembled furniture, and random artifacts.I sat up, wincing at the ache in my temples, and scanned the room for clues. Two men stood near the door, talking in low voices. They were large, muscular, and exuded the kind of presence that said they weren’t the type to negotiate.Who could have done this?Charles and Jasper immediately came to mind. They had the resources and the audacity to pull something like this. Or maybe Cynthia? The thought of her icy demeanor made my stomach churn. She’d certainly made her disdain for me clear e
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The old pier stretched before me, silent except for the rhythmic lapping of the waves against the wooden posts. A single lamplight flickered above, casting long shadows across the damp planks. My heart pounded as I scanned the area, my breath visible in the night air.I checked my phone again. Midnight. I was a few minutes early, but whoever had sent the message wasn’t here yet.Or maybe they were watching.A gust of wind sent a shiver down my spine. I crossed my arms, not just against the cold, but against the gnawing uncertainty clawing at my insides. This could be a trap. Thiago could have sent the message, luring me here to force a conversation I wasn’t ready for. Or worse—someone else, someone more dangerous, could be behind it.I turned, about to leave, when I heard footsteps. Slow. Measured.I spun back, my pulse skyrocketing as a shadow emerged from the darkness.It wasn’t Thiago.Victor.His sharp features were cast in half-light, his expression unreadable as he stepped towar
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Thiago kissed me like he was trying to brand himself into my soul—like he could erase every doubt, every betrayal, with the heat of his mouth.And for a moment, I let him.For a moment, I kissed him back, gripping his shirt like it could anchor me to something real.But reality crashed in just as fast.I shoved him away, breathless, my lips still tingling from the force of him.His chest rose and fell, his dark eyes locked onto mine with a heat that burned straight through me.“No,” I said, voice hoarse.Thiago’s jaw tightened. “Bridgette—”“No,” I repeated, stepping back. “You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to lie to me, manipulate me, and then kiss me like I’m supposed to forget everything.”His hands curled into fists at his sides. “I wasn’t lying to you.”“Really?” I let out a bitter laugh. “Then why do I feel like I just walked into a trap?”Thiago exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his hair. “I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d react like this.”I crossed my arms.
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I forced myself to meet Santiago’s gaze, schooling my expression into something unreadable. If he was here, breaking into my penthouse in the middle of the night, it wasn’t just to chat.He wants something.I wasn’t going to give it to him.“You have about ten seconds to explain why you’re here before I call security,” I said, gripping the wine bottle so tightly my knuckles ached.Santiago smirked, the kind of lazy, self-assured grin that made my stomach twist. He took a slow step forward, completely unfazed by my threat. “Security?” he mused. “Mmm… You could call them. But we both know they won’t get here in time, mi amor.”His voice was smooth, practiced, laced with the kind of confidence that came from knowing he held all the cards.I refused to let him see the flicker of unease tightening in my chest.“I don’t have time for games, Santiago.”“I know,” he said, tilting his head slightly. “Which is why I’ll get to the point.”In one fluid motion, he reached inside his suit jacket. I
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His lips moved against mine with a slow, deliberate hunger, as if he was savoring every second of my surrender. I should have pushed him away. I should have turned and walked out of this penthouse, out of his life, like I swore I would.But the second his hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer, every ounce of resistance melted away.Thiago knew my body too well. He knew exactly how to unravel me with a single touch, how to make me forget logic and consequences. His fingers trailed down my spine, sending a shiver through me, his kiss deepening until I was breathless.I tore away, gasping, my palms flat against his chest. “Thiago—”His forehead rested against mine, his breathing just as uneven. “Don’t tell me you don’t want this.”My fingers curled into his shirt, torn between desire and the storm raging in my mind. “It’s not about what I want.”He exhaled, a humorless chuckle escaping him. “Then what is it about, Wifey?”That nickname. The way it rolled off his tongue like a promise
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The hallway felt too small, too suffocating with both men standing there—Victor rigid with frustration, Thiago exuding that quiet, commanding presence that had always been my undoing.I should tell him to leave. I should push past this moment and pretend my heart wasn’t beating too fast, that I wasn’t already losing this battle.But I didn’t.Instead, I met Thiago’s gaze head-on. “What do you want?”He tilted his head slightly, studying me, before stepping closer. Too close. The scent of him—expensive cologne, faint whiskey, something distinctly him—wrapped around me like a noose.Victor shifted beside me, his tension palpable. “You’re wasting your time, Bermudez. She’s done with whatever game you’re playing.”Thiago let out a quiet chuckle, his eyes never leaving mine. “That so?” His fingers twitched at his side, like he was resisting the urge to touch me. “Because she hasn’t told me to leave yet.”Damn him.Victor exhaled sharply. “Bridgette.” His voice was low, a warning.I swallow
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The silence stretched between us, thick with words left unsaid. Victor's gaze remained steady, unwavering, as if he could will me into understanding the danger I was walking into. Maybe he could see the fracture lines forming beneath my skin, the way I was slowly unraveling under the weight of my own choices.But what choice did I have? Thiago was a shadow I couldn’t outrun. No matter how far I went, how fiercely I tried to carve out a life separate from him, he was always there. And worst of all, some part of me still wanted him to be.I exhaled sharply, shoving past Victor toward the kitchen, needing space—needing something to ground me before I lost myself completely in this never-ending push and pull. I reached for the half-empty wine bottle on the counter and poured myself a glass. My hand trembled slightly as I took a sip, the bitter liquid burning down my throat.Victor followed but didn’t say anything right away. He just leaned against the counter, arms crossed over his chest,
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The silence between Victor and me stretched, taut and suffocating. He watched me like I was a puzzle he had almost solved but was too frustrated to finish.“Bridge,” he finally said, his voice softer now. “You don’t have to do this alone. You know that, right?”I swallowed against the lump in my throat. Victor had always been my safety net, the one person who saw the mess I was and still chose to stand by me. But even he couldn’t save me from myself.I turned away, rubbing my arms as though that could shake off the cold creeping into my bones. “I’m tired, Vic. Can we just—can we not do this tonight?”His eyes darkened, but he nodded once, reluctant. “Fine. But this isn’t over.”With that, he left, the door clicking shut behind him. I waited, standing frozen in place until I heard his footsteps fade down the hallway. Then, with a shaky breath, I turned and pressed my forehead against the door, letting my eyes close.Not five minutes later, my phone vibrated on the counter.I didn’t wan
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The weight of Lucia’s words lingered long after she was gone, settling over me like an unwelcome shroud. The air in my apartment felt heavier, thick with the ghost of Thiago’s presence.I set the wine glass down with a soft clink, pressing my fingers against my temples. My head throbbed, not from the alcohol but from the war waging inside me. Thiago was a storm—unrelenting, consuming, and I was the fool who kept stepping into the rain without an umbrella.I forced myself to move, needing to shake off the static thrumming in my veins. One step, then another, until I was standing before my bedroom mirror. The woman staring back at me looked like a stranger. There was defiance in her eyes, yes, but beneath it, something else lurked—uncertainty.My gaze dropped to the ring, still snug on my finger. I could almost feel the phantom trace of Thiago’s touch lingering there. My hands curled into fists. I should take it off. I should have done it the second he walked out that door.With a sharp
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The elevator ride to my apartment was silent except for the dull hum of the machinery. My fingers hovered over the ring on my hand, debating whether to rip it off before I stepped through the door. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. I stepped out into the hallway, my heels clicking against the polished floor, my pulse a steady drumbeat in my ears. As I neared my door, a whisper of hesitation curled in my chest, but I ignored it. My fingers trembled only slightly as I unlocked the door and stepped inside.The lights were already on.I froze.And then…“I was beginning to think you’d changed your mind.”Thiago’s voice curled through the space, rich and smooth, wrapping around me like a silk noose. He was there, lounging in my living room like he belonged. A bottle of wine sat open on the table, two glasses half-poured. Like he’d planned for this. Like he knew I’d come.My breath stuttered. “You broke into my apartment.”Thiago smirked, tilting his head. “Now, now, wifey. You gave me a key, reme
