The tension between us crackled like static electricity as I followed Thiago back to our room. Each step felt like walking a tightrope stretched taut over a chasm, where one misstep could plunge me into an abyss I might never escape from. His commanding presence, so overwhelming, made it hard to breathe, but I refused to show weakness. Not now, not ever.As we entered the bedroom, Thiago turned to face me, his expression softening, a mask that belied the darkness I’d just glimpsed in his forbidden room. "You should get some sleep, Wifey," he said, his voice a smooth, velvety contrast to the cold, dangerous edge that had hung between us moments before.I nodded, too exhausted to argue. My mind was a whirlpool of conflicting emotions, trying to process everything that had just happened. The revelation of his hidden lair, the chilling truth of his past, and the twisted affection he harbored for me—each weighed heavily on my heart. But one thing was clear: I needed to find a way out of th
As Thiago started the car, the engine's low rumble reverberated through my body, heightening the tension between us. The silence that followed was thick, punctuated only by the occasional sound of the city as we drove through the streets. I could feel his eyes on me whenever we stopped at a light, a smoldering gaze that made my skin prickle with awareness.Even as Thiago drive and focus on the road, I could feel he was having a hard time because of the bulge he has. At the heat of the moment, I suddenly had this fantasy of blowing him in the car. As I sat beside Thiago, my mind wandered to darker thoughts, imagining scenarios that could give me the upper hand. What if he finally showed his true colors? If Thiago became violent, it would be the perfect excuse to terminate our contract, demand the ten million dollars, and walk away, free to plot my revenge against my father, against Derick and Agatha, without having to deal with him anymore.The thought alone made my pulse quicken, a
The room was dark, the only light coming from the sliver of moonlight that managed to sneak through the heavy curtains. Thiago’s arms enveloped me, his warmth pressing into me, every inch of his body claiming mine. The scent of him—musk and spice—was overwhelming, intoxicating, a potent mixture that seeped into my skin, making it impossible to think clearly. My mind was a battlefield of emotions, each thought colliding with the next, a storm I couldn't quiet. I was on edge, my heart pounding as I fought to maintain control.Every breath he exhaled as he drifted into sleep felt like a weight on my chest, a mixture of comfort and suffocation. His presence was electrifying, a dangerous mix of power and desire that left me teetering on the brink of surrender. I couldn’t afford to let my guard down—not for a single moment.Thiago was unpredictable. His emotions ran deep, sometimes too deep, making him both a powerful ally and a potential enemy. The more time I spent with him, the clearer
I sat up in bed, my heart still racing from the vivid dream, the remnants of it clinging to me like a second skin. Every nerve in my body was on high alert, as if I could still feel Thiago’s touch, his breath on my neck, the heat of his body pressed against mine. I needed to clear my head, to shake off the fog of desire that threatened to cloud my judgment. But the more I tried to push it away, the more it lingered, a tantalizing reminder of the dangerous game we were playing.I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood, my knees weak as I walked toward the bathroom. I needed to ground myself, to wash away the lingering traces of the dream before they consumed me entirely. As I reached the sink, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, my cheeks flushed, my lips slightly swollen from where Thiago had kissed me. The reflection staring back at me was someone I barely recognized—a woman caught between fear and desire, teetering on the edge of surrender.The cold water splash
The night wrapped around us like a velvet cloak, thick with anticipation and the promise of what was to come. My heart raced, each beat a thunderous reminder of the kiss we had just shared—a kiss that felt less like a tender connection. I had dared to challenge Thiago, and now, I was bracing myself for the consequences.I watched him as he stepped back, his eyes never leaving mine. There was something in his gaze, something more than just desire. It was a warning, a silent promise that he would not let this go unanswered."You have no idea what you’ve just started, wifey," Thiago said, his voice a dangerous purr that sent a tremor through me, straight to my core.I squared my shoulders, refusing to back down. "I’m always ready, darling," I replied, my voice steady even as a storm of emotions raged inside me.His smile widened, a predator’s grin that sent a thrill of fear and excitement skittering down my spine. "We’ll see about that."Without another word, he turned and walked out of
My fingers trembling slightly as they slid the last button from its loop, I felt a shift in the air between us. Thiago’s shirt hung open, revealing the sculpted muscles of his chest, and the heat of his skin radiated toward me, drawing me closer. My breath hitched as I realized the depth of what was about to happen—not just in the physical sense, but in the way this would change everything between us.Thiago’s gaze was fixed on me, his eyes dark and filled with a hunger that sent a thrill through my body. He reached out, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw before tilting my chin up so that I met his gaze. The intensity in his eyes was almost too much to bear, and yet I couldn’t look away.“You have no idea how much I want you, wifey,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, sending shivers down my spine. “Every single time you look at me this way is a struggle.” Thiago made guide my hand against the middle of his groin and I felt him hard again.This turned me on, eventually.My hea
I woke up the next morning to find the bed empty beside me. My head ached slightly from the lack of sleep, but that wasn’t what concerned me the most. The lingering warmth on the other side of the bed told me Thiago had only recently left. I sat up, staring at the rumpled sheets where he had slept, my thoughts drifting to the night before.Shaking my head, I tried to push the memories away, but they clung to me like a second skin. What happened between us was... intense, to say the least. I couldn’t let it distract me, not with so much at stake.With a sigh, I reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out the small pack of contraceptive pills I kept hidden. Popping one into my mouth, I swallowed it dry, a small comfort in the face of the chaos my life had become. Thiago and I had a contract, and while one of its clauses addressed the possibility of pregnancy, the very thought of carrying his child made my skin crawl.I couldn’t deny the raw, carnal pleasure he gave me—a satisfaction
The flight to the Maldives was uneventful, but the tension between Thiago and me was too awkward especially whenever I caught his eyes pinned on my short skirt. Every glance, every subtle movement, seemed charged with the unspoken electricity that had been building between us. He didn’t say much during the flight, which only made me more anxious about what was waiting for us once we landed.As the plane descended over the crystal-clear waters of the Maldives, I couldn’t help but marvel at the breathtaking beauty of the islands below. The turquoise ocean stretched out endlessly, dotted with tiny, pristine islands, each a secluded paradise. But I knew better than to let the scenery distract me. This wasn’t a vacation—this was business. And with Thiago, business always came with strings attached.When we arrived at the luxury resort where we would be staying, I was greeted with a level of opulence that left me momentarily speechless. Private villas over the water, each one with its ow
They say the first blow stuns.But the second?The second breaks.And Thiago knew exactly where to hit me.I didn’t realize anything was wrong until Lucia walked into my office holding a plain envelope—no address, no sender, just my name in perfect block letters. Her face was pale. Eyes shaking.“I didn’t open it,” she said, her voice brittle. “But something’s… off.”I took it from her, sliding my finger under the flap with slow precision.Inside were photos.Printed. Glossy. Intentional.The first was of me and Marcus at our last strategy dinner, leaning too close, heads bent in conversation. Innocent, but easily twisted. The second was Lucia… leaving my building late at night. Alone. Vulnerable. The third was a shot of my driver’s kid—Daniella—playing outside her school.The fourth?Was of me.Asleep.In my bed.In my penthouse.That picture made my stomach hollow out.Same silk pillowcase. Same slight wrinkle in the corner of the duvet. The photo had been taken from the adjoining b
The old safehouse.It was one of our secrets. A quiet, almost-forgotten villa in Coconut Grove with vines creeping up the walls and a keypad entry that only three people knew about—Thiago, me, and the guy who installed it, who died two years ago.I punched in the code. The door opened with a low hiss.He was already there.Standing in the dim light, sleeves rolled, eyes shadowed and unreadable.“You shouldn’t be here,” he said.“And yet, here I am.”He poured himself a drink. Didn’t offer me one. That stung more than I cared to admit.“You’re bleeding my company,” I said, voice low. “One leak at a time.”“It’s not your company anymore.”“That’s funny,” I snapped. “Because I’m pretty sure my name’s still on the door.”He sipped slowly. “You think you can kill a god and not face wrath?”“I never believed you were a god,” I said. “Just a man who got too drunk on the power I helped him build.”He looked up. For the first time, his mask cracked—just a sliver. Enough for me to see something
Every empire has its reckoning.And mine? It was scheduled for Thursday at 11 a.m.The Bermudez Group’s emergency board meeting had been summoned under the guise of “financial restructuring”—a phrase that usually meant someone was about to be sacrificed. Thiago was still CEO. On paper. But I wasn’t just paper. I was legacy. Blood. The last woman standing from the Martinez dynasty.And thanks to Eduardo’s intel and Renner’s stupidity, I had more than enough ammunition to light the whole damn building on fire.“I don’t care how you do it,” I told Marcus on the way up to the 40th floor. “Just make sure every board member sees that email chain. I want the full display—projector, screenshots, the works.”Marcus smirked. “You want popcorn with that?”“Extra butter.”We rode the elevator in silence after that, the weight of what was coming pressing down like the top floor itself. Lucia had already taken her seat in the boardroom, flanked by two of our loyalists and a very confused junior ass
I didn’t sleep that night.The city buzzed below me, neon lights flashing like warnings I couldn’t decipher, while I sat curled up on the edge of my designer couch in a $5,000 suit that now felt like a straightjacket. My mind kept rewinding, skipping, looping like a broken tape—Thiago. Eduardo. Renner. The laptop. Cartagena.Had I been a pawn?No. No, Bridgette. You don’t get played.But… I had. Or worse, I’d played myself.By 4 a.m., Lucia was back at my place with two laptops, six double espressos, and a look that screamed she was also done playing nice.“We found something else.” She dropped one of the laptops onto the glass coffee table, its screen already glowing.“What is it?”“A burner email account tied to the Cartagena shell company. Draft folder only—someone was writing to Thiago. They didn’t send it, but the contents…” She hesitated. “You should read it yourself.”I pulled the laptop toward me, heart rattling in my ribs as I scrolled.Thiago,This isn’t what we agreed on. Y
The elevator doors slid shut behind me, sealing me off from the thick tension I’d left in Thiago’s office. As the numbers descended toward the ground floor, I inhaled slowly, then exhaled through my nose, trying to steady the riot in my chest.Eduardo was in danger. And that wasn’t just a wrinkle in the plan—it was a warning shot.I didn’t care what Thiago said. I hadn’t lost.Not yet.As soon as the doors opened, I made a beeline for my car, heels clicking like gunshots across the marble floors of the Bermudez Group lobby. The receptionist didn’t try to stop me this time. She just watched with wide, uneasy eyes. Good. Let the fear spread.The moment I slid behind the wheel, I dialed Lucia on speaker.She picked up on the first ring. “I saw the message. Marcus is already tracing Eduardo’s phone. His last ping was near the old freight yard south of the bridge.”“Send me the location. I’m on my way.”“Bridgette, wait—”“No. If Thiago sent someone after him, we don’t have time to wait.”
Thiago didn’t speak for a moment, and the silence hung between us like a heavy fog. I could feel his presence behind me, that sense of him looming, waiting for me to crack, but I refused to let him see any sign of weakness. I kept my back straight, my hands clasped in front of me as I stared out the window. The skyline beyond was still the same, but I couldn’t ignore the weight of the moment.He hadn’t moved. I had expected him to be angry, maybe even confrontational, but there was something else in his stillness—a sense of control, as though he was waiting for me to make the first mistake.“Why are you doing this?” His voice broke the quiet, low but intense. It was the kind of question he always asked when he was trying to get into someone’s head, to unravel their thoughts. But I wasn’t that easy.“Because I can,” I said simply, turning to face him. I let the words hang in the air, sharp and pointed. “Because I’m done watching you destroy everything we built.”Thiago’s lips tightened
I left Ainsley’s office with a quiet sense of satisfaction. There was a certain power in knowing that a man like him could be so easily swayed with the right amount of leverage. Thiago had never understood that. He’d always assumed that people were either his allies or enemies, that everything could be black and white. But I knew better. Everyone had a price. Even Ainsley. And once you found it, the game shifted in your favor.I knew the next step wouldn’t be easy. Thiago was unpredictable, dangerous when cornered. And I had no doubt he was already preparing for the fallout from our last confrontation. He was calculating, meticulous—traits I had once admired but now saw as vulnerabilities. His arrogance was his weakness, and I had every intention of exploiting it.As I walked back to my car, the weight of what I had set in motion hit me. The files I had handed Eduardo, the conversations I had with Lucia and now Ainsley—each one was a thread in a web I was weaving. It was no longer abo
The next few days felt like a blur. Each morning, I dressed with purpose, knowing that Thiago was out there, likely plotting his next move, but I had my own strategies to execute. The hours spent sifting through documents and preparing counterattacks felt more like war tactics than business maneuvers. But the game was never going to be simple with Thiago. He didn’t just fight to win; he fought to destroy.I barely slept, always a step ahead, always thinking of the next move. The truth about Thiago’s involvement with his father, his manipulation of the shell companies, the falsified accounts—it was all coming together. But I knew it wasn’t enough. Thiago was cunning, and I was going to need more than just paperwork and strategy to take him down. I needed leverage. I needed to turn his allies against him, to make him realize that the walls were closing in.Lucia was my first point of contact. She was more than a colleague; she was my confidante in this battle. She had access to some of
The next morning, I put on my sharpest suit—the navy one with gold buttons that made me feel like a general—and walked into the Bermudez Group headquarters like I still belonged there.Because technically… I did.My name was still on the board. My shares were still untouched. Thiago hadn’t made his move to strip me yet.But that clock was ticking.The receptionist froze when she saw me. “Ms. Martinez—Thiago said—he’s not in this morning—”“I’m not here for him,” I said, brushing past her. “Tell Eduardo to meet me in the main conference room. Now.”I knew the place better than most of his inner circle did. I helped design the damn layout.By the time Eduardo walked in—sweaty, confused, clutching a tablet—I was seated at the head of the table with a folder labeled The End waiting for him.“What is this?” he asked, glancing at the guards outside.“A choice,” I said.I slid the folder across to him. Inside were copies of the files Damien decrypted—carefully redacted, but damning enough. Co