CHAPTER 14

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