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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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The weight of the last few days sat heavily on my chest as I scrolled through my phone at Thiago's safe house. The tension between Sevi and Thiago still lingered like a storm waiting to break, and I felt caught in a whirlwind of secrets, danger, and conflicting loyalties. Just as I was about to give up on finding clarity, a news notification flashed across my screen, stopping me cold.“Romeo Martinez, influential businessman, reportedly falls seriously ill. Sources say family is at his bedside.”The words sent a chill down my spine. My father—my stubborn, invincible father—was sick? Panic and dread tightened my throat. For all our differences, I couldn’t imagine him weak, let alone at the mercy of anyone else. And Marlene…I stood abruptly, startling both Thiago and Sevi, who had been seated across the room, locked in another silent standoff.“I have to go,” I said, my voice trembling.“What’s wrong?” Thiago’s voice softened instantly, his sharp gaze fixed on me.“It’s my father,” I re
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By the time we got back to the city, dusk was bleeding into the skyline. Miami looked deceptively calm from above—the ocean lit up with gold reflections, the breeze humming through the palms like a lullaby for liars.Thiago was quiet beside me, scrolling through the encrypted files we recovered from the vault. Lucia and Marcus were already setting up a secure dropbox, but Thiago had found something else—something personal.Victor Rivas had invited me to a private dinner.At our resort.The same place we launched the Bermudez project.“I’m going,” I said flatly as I read the invitation on my phone.Thiago didn’t even lift his gaze. “You’re not going alone.”“I figured,” I muttered. “But he won’t talk if you show up with guns and fury. He’s expecting me. Not us.”“He’s expecting you to be the scared daughter,” Thiago said, his eyes finally meeting mine. “But you’re not. Not anymore.”Lucia appeared in the doorway, heels off, gun holstered, expression sharp. “I’ll have eyes on the floor.
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The private jet touched down just after midnight, its wheels kissing the Miami tarmac like a whispered warning.I hadn’t seen this city in years. Not since the funeral.Back then, the air had been thick with grief. Now?It smelled like danger.Thiago’s hand rested on the small of my back as we stepped onto the runway. He was quiet. Controlled. But I could feel the storm behind his eyes.“Security’s already in place,” he said. “The safehouse is prepped.”“I don’t want a cage,” I muttered, my heels clicking across the pavement. “I want answers.”“You’ll get both.”He wasn’t lying.The “safehouse” turned out to be a sleek glass fortress on the edge of Biscayne Bay—one of Thiago’s private properties. The kind you don’t list. The kind you don’t find unless you’re meant to.Inside, everything screamed clean lines and calculated power. Except the silence.Too quiet.Until Lucia stepped out from the shadows.“You’re late,” she said, sipping a blood-orange mimosa like it wasn’t nearly 2 A.M.“
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The next morning, I woke before the sun had fully risen. A soft breeze danced through the cabin, lifting the sheer curtain like a whisper. I blinked, feeling Thiago's arm still slung around my waist, heavy and warm. Everything about him felt real now—no longer a dream I feared waking from, but a man I had chosen to love, day after day.I carefully slipped out of bed, pulling on his hoodie and stepping out onto the deck. The sea stretched endlessly before me, painted in strokes of indigo and gold. I wrapped my arms around myself, breathing in the salt air, letting it fill the quiet spaces inside me.I didn’t hear him come up behind me, but I felt him—his presence, solid and grounding."You always run toward the water when you’re thinking too much," he murmured, wrapping his arms around me from behind.I leaned into him. “And you always follow.”His chin rested on my shoulder. “Always.”It could have been a peaceful morning, one filled with stolen kisses and quiet laughter—but fate, as
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The morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains of Thiago’s boat cabin, casting soft golden streaks across our bare skin. His arm was draped lazily over my waist, his breath slow and warm against the back of my neck. For the first time in what felt like forever, I woke up without weight in my chest. Just peace. Just him.I shifted slightly, and his grip tightened, pulling me closer with a sleepy groan.“You’re not sneaking away from me again, are you?” His voice was gravelly from sleep, intimate in a way that sent a ripple down my spine.I smiled. “No. Not anymore.”Thiago pressed a kiss to my shoulder, and the gesture was so tender, so unlike the hard edges of our past, that it made my throat tighten. He pulled me onto my back and hovered over me, his eyes scanning my face as if memorizing every curve, every line etched by tears and time.“I missed you, Damsel,” he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “Every day. Even when I was too proud to admit it.”I cupped his
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I found him where I always did when the world became too loud: at the marina.The sky was streaked with watercolor shades of early morning, and the salty breeze curled through my hair as I stepped onto the dock. His boat was moored at the end, rocking gently against the water.He was there. Back to me. Arms braced on the railing. The way his shoulders stiffened when he heard my footsteps told me he knew it was me before I even said a word.I stopped a few feet behind him."You left the door open," I said softly.He turned.God, his eyes. They held every storm we had ever weathered together. And still, somehow, they softened the second they landed on me."You came back," he said, voice low, careful."I never really left," I admitted.The air between us hummed with tension, and yet—there was something else. Something tender trying to take root amidst all the wreckage."Why are you here, Bridgette?" he asked, like he didn’t quite believe it.I took a shaky breath and stepped closer. "Bec
