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“Bridgette,” he said, striding toward me. “I just ran into my mother in the hall. What the hell happened?”I took a shaky breath, gesturing to the mess around us. “Your mother decided to accuse me of stealing her emerald necklace. She and her maids tore my room apart and, conveniently, found it in my wardrobe.”Sevi’s jaw tightened, his usually soft brown eyes hardening. “She what?”I nodded, crossing my arms. “She’s trying to frame me, Sevi. I don’t know why, but she clearly wants me out of this house—and out of your life.”Sevi ran a hand through his hair, muttering a curse under his breath. “I’ll talk to her. This is ridiculous.”“Don’t bother,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended. “She’s not going to listen to you. She’s made up her mind about me, and nothing you say will change that.”“Then I’ll make her listen,” Sevi said firmly. He reached for my hand, his touch grounding me in a way I hadn’t expected. “You’re not going through this alone, Bridgette. I’m on your side.”I l
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The world always had its cruel sense of timing.I sat on the bench at the park, the morning sun casting a warm glow over the scene. The air was fresh, the sound of distant birds chirping, and the serenity of it all contrasted sharply with the storm raging in my mind.How did Thiago always seem to find us? No matter where Sevi and I went, no matter how careful we tried to be, Thiago always appeared, as though he had some sixth sense that told him exactly where to intrude. It wasn’t just unsettling—it was maddening.“Are you okay?” Sevi asked, breaking my train of thought.I looked over at him, his concerned expression softening the sharp edges of my frustration. “I’m fine,” I lied.He didn’t look convinced, but he let it go.We sat in companionable silence for a moment, the park bustling quietly around us. But that peace was shattered when I spotted a figure approaching in the distance, his tall frame and determined stride unmistakable.Thiago.“Oh, great,” I muttered under my breath.
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The silence in Sevi’s car was deafening as we drove back to the condo unit. The argument at the park lingered like smoke in the air—thick, clinging, and suffocating. Sevi gripped the wheel tightly, his knuckles white against the leather, while I stared out the window, my mind racing with a storm of emotions I couldn’t quite name.Thiago’s words echoed in my head: “Do you still love me?”It wasn’t supposed to be this complicated. Sevi and I had agreed to this arrangement to protect him from his father’s meddling, but now? Now, everything felt tangled. Thiago’s presence, his relentless persistence, had shaken whatever fragile balance I thought I had.“We need to talk,” Sevi said, breaking the silence.I turned to look at him, his profile taut with tension. “About what?”“About him.” Sevi’s voice was sharp, almost accusatory.I sighed. “Sevi, I—”“Don’t,” he interrupted, glancing at me briefly before focusing back on the road. “Don’t defend him. Not after what he pulled today.”“I’m not
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The weight of the anonymous message lingered with me the entire day. My mind kept cycling through the possibilities: Who would want to warn me, and why? Was it connected to Thiago, Sevi, or someone else entirely?Sevi was equally unsettled, though he tried to mask it. After our exchange about the message, he stayed unusually close, almost as if he feared leaving me alone would invite disaster. It was sweet, but it also heightened my anxiety. I needed to think clearly, and his protectiveness, while appreciated, was starting to feel suffocating.By mid-afternoon, I excused myself to the bedroom under the pretense of needing rest. As soon as I closed the door, I pulled out my phone and stared at the anonymous message again.“Be careful who you trust.”It felt like a riddle with no answer. If this was about the rumors of the fake engagement, it was already too late for caution. That cat was out of the bag. If it was about Thiago… well, that only made things more complicated.My finger hov
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The next morning came too quickly. Sleep had been elusive, leaving me staring at the cracks of dawn through the window. Thiago’s words replayed endlessly in my mind. I hated how easily he could plant doubt, how even now, his voice lingered like a shadow.Sevi was already up, sitting at the kitchen island with a cup of coffee and his laptop. His hair was slightly disheveled, and he wore a focused expression as he scrolled through something on the screen.“Morning,” I said, my voice raspier than I expected.He glanced up and immediately softened. “Morning. You look like you didn’t sleep.”“Because I didn’t.” I poured myself a mug of coffee, letting the warmth soothe my nerves.“Anything on your mind, or should I guess?” he asked, closing his laptop.I hesitated. “Do you think my father would go to such lengths just to get me back under his control?”Sevi exhaled sharply. “I don’t know your father like Thiago does, but if what Thiago said is true, then yes. It sounds like something he’d
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I clutched the note tighter, its cryptic message echoing in my thoughts."You’re not safe with them. Watch your back."The words were scrawled in hurried, jagged handwriting, almost as though the author had been trembling while writing.Who could have left it? And why?Sevi’s lighthearted voice floated in from the kitchen, humming a melody as he prepared breakfast. Thiago’s deep timbre echoed from the hallway as he finished a phone call, his tone sharp and commanding. The tension between the two men had escalated so much that I felt like I was walking on eggshells around them.And now this?The note had thrown me into a new spiral of doubt.I stuffed it into the pocket of my cardigan and headed toward the kitchen. I needed answers, but more than that, I needed to stay calm.“Morning,” Sevi greeted me with a warm smile. His carefree demeanor was in stark contrast to the chaos unraveling in my mind. “Hungry? I made pancakes.”“Thanks,” I muttered, forcing a smile.Thiago appeared moment
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The house was eerily quiet when we returned. The confrontation in the park left a lingering tension that none of us could shake off. Sevi stormed to his room without a word, and Thiago, who looked more somber than usual, stayed behind in the living room, his jaw tight as if suppressing a storm of emotions.I stood at the base of the stairs, my heart thudding in my chest. That note. Those men. Thiago’s cryptic warnings. It all felt like a puzzle with missing pieces, and I was desperate to figure out what it all meant.But right now, I was stuck in this suffocating mansion, surrounded by tension and unanswered questions.I climbed the stairs to my room, my thoughts spiraling. Once inside, I locked the door behind me. I needed time to think, to process everything.Slipping my hand into my pocket, I pulled out the note again, my fingers trembling. The words seemed darker now, more menacing in the dim light of my room."You’re not safe with them. Watch your back."Who had written it? And h
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The morning sun spilled through the curtains, bathing my room in a soft golden glow. Despite the light, my mind was clouded with uncertainty. The weight of everything—the accusations, the note, the men at the park, and Thiago’s evasiveness—pressed heavily on me. I knew I couldn’t let this continue unresolved.After dressing quickly, I went downstairs, bracing myself for whatever awaited. Dina, thankfully, was nowhere in sight, but Sevi sat at the dining table, his fingers tapping anxiously against his mug.“You’re up early,” he said, his tone guarded.“Couldn’t sleep,” I replied, grabbing a cup of coffee.Sevi stood abruptly, blocking my path. His eyes searched mine with a mix of concern and guilt. “Bridgette, about yesterday… I’m sorry.”I stared at him, taken aback. Sevi rarely apologized, his stubbornness a near-permanent fixture of his personality.“It’s not just about yesterday, Sevi,” I said, my voice softer than I expected. “Something is going on, and I feel like I’m stuck in t
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I didn’t sleep. Not because I couldn’t, but because I wouldn’t.Sleep meant silence. Darkness. Space for my thoughts to twist around his voice like barbed wire. And right now, I couldn’t afford that luxury. I spent the night combing through my father’s old records, scanning for clues, pieces—anything Thiago might’ve leveraged to bait me.But I came up empty.I wasn’t even sure what I was looking for.That was the most dangerous part.By noon, I was standing at the address Thiago texted—an old, nondescript warehouse tucked between the abandoned ends of the Miami shipping district. Classic. The kind of place where secrets didn’t just get told; they got buried.The guards outside didn’t question me. They just opened the door.Because of course they did.He still thinks I belong to him.The inside was dark, silent, save for the flicker of a single overhead light near the far end of the space. It lit up a long metal table—and Thiago, standing at the head of it like he’d just called a damn
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By the time I reached the top floor, the adrenaline had worn off, leaving behind something rawer—like scraped skin under silk. I could still feel the echo of Thiago’s voice in my ear, still smell his cologne in the elevator like a haunting.You’ll never get that.His absence.Maybe he was right.Maybe I’d never truly be free of him, not when every victory I earned still carried the ghost of his hands somewhere in the shadows. But that didn’t mean I had to let him stay in my life. He could linger in memory, in scar tissue—but not here. Not anymore.The executive suite had already been cleared.Victor stood behind my old desk—my new desk again—his tie slightly loosened and his laptop open. He looked up the moment he saw me.“Well?”I dropped the signed resolution on the desk.“Unanimous.”He gave a low whistle. “Damn. You really did it.”“Of course I did it,” I said, collapsing into the leather chair. “I told you I would.”He nodded. “I know. But that was before he strolled in like a Bo
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The road north blurred beneath my tires, a straight stretch of asphalt cutting through scrub and sky. I kept one hand clenched on the wheel, the other gripping the key Thiago gave me like it might burn a hole through my palm.Forty-five minutes.That’s what he said.Forty-five minutes, and I’d be at the safehouse. At Lucia.My mind wouldn’t stop racing. Why would she do that? Sacrifice herself for me? What did she think would happen—that I’d just stop?She knew me better than anyone.She should’ve known that taking herself out of the fight would only throw me into a fury. Should’ve known I’d scorch the world if it meant getting her back.And yet… she’d done it anyway.Because that’s what love looks like when it’s not poisoned by control or dressed up in obsession.It looks like loyalty.Like quiet defiance wrapped in silk.Like Lucia.**The safehouse was buried behind a cluster of pines near an abandoned water tower, exactly where Thiago said it would be. The gravel crunched beneath
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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.”
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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
