CHAPTER 123

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