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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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The tension in the car was thick as Thiago drove us back to the city. His sharp eyes stayed on the road, but I could feel his worry radiating off him. My cheek still stung from Marlene’s slap, but the adrenaline coursing through me dulled the pain.“Why didn’t you let me handle her?” Thiago asked, his voice tight with restrained anger.“Because it’s my fight,” I replied, staring out the window at the passing lights. “Marlene has been a thorn in my side for years. I can’t let her think she can push me around.”Thiago’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. “You’re right, but that woman is dangerous, Bridgette. She won’t stop until she gets what she wants. And if that means hurting you, she won’t hesitate.”I turned to him, his expression as hard as stone. “I won’t let her win. She’s already taken so much from me, from my father. It ends now.”For a moment, Thiago didn’t respond. Then he glanced at me, his eyes softening slightly. “You’ve got more fight in you than most people I know. J
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The next morning, I sat in Thiago’s office, watching as he coordinated his team. His sharp, commanding tone cut through the room like a knife, and I could see why people both respected and feared him.“I want every hospital, clinic, and private care facility within a 100-mile radius checked,” Thiago ordered, his voice unyielding. “Romeo Martinez didn’t just disappear. Someone had to sign the transfer papers. Start with the ones Marlene has ties to.”As his team dispersed, he turned to me, his expression softening slightly. “We’ll find him, Bridgette. She can’t hide him forever.”I nodded, gripping the edge of my chair. “I just… I can’t shake the feeling that this is bigger than just Marlene being vindictive. Why would she go to such lengths? What is she hiding?”Thiago leaned against his desk, arms crossed. “Marlene is cunning. She wouldn’t risk this kind of exposure unless she had something to lose.”The thought made my stomach churn. What if my father’s illness wasn’t as sudden as i
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Everything seemed to reel continuously, like a flashback of my earlier memory before I knocked out within my head. It was crisp and clear as though it were not flashback.One of them grabbed me, their grip like steel. Thiago lunged forward, but another intruder blocked him, raising a weapon.“Let her go!” Thiago shouted, his voice filled with fury.The intruder holding me leaned close, their voice low and menacing. “You were warned, Miss Martinez.”Before I could respond, a cloth was pressed to my face.Everything went black.When I woke up again, it was because of the sound of faint murmurs and the sensation of cold steel against my wrists. My head throbbed as I tried to move, only to realize I was restrained to a chair. The room was dimly lit, with a single bulb swinging overhead, casting eerie shadows on the walls.“Finally awake,” a deep voice drawled.My eyes snapped to the source—a tall figure standing near the door, face obscured by the dim light. His tone was calm, but the men
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The SUVs surrounded us like predators circling their prey. The glare of headlights cut through the night, casting eerie shadows against the trees lining the deserted road. My heartbeat thundered in my chest as Thiago tightened his grip on my hand."Marcus," Thiago said with steely calm, "be ready to get us out of here if I say the word."Marcus nodded, his jaw set as he shifted the car into reverse. But as we started to inch backward, another SUV appeared, blocking the escape route."They were expecting us," Marcus muttered, his knuckles white on the steering wheel.Thiago leaned forward. "Keep the engine running. Don’t make a move unless I say."He turned to me, his gaze intense but reassuring. "Stay here, Bridgette. No matter what happens, do not get out of this car.""But Thiago—""Promise me," he interrupted, his voice firm. "I can't protect you if you don't listen."Swallowing hard, I nodded. "I promise."Thiago stepped out of the car, his tall frame radiating authority even in t
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The tension in the car was suffocating as we sped down the dark road. Sevi sat next to me, his eyes flickering with concern and barely contained anger. Thiago, seated in the front, was brooding, his phone clutched tightly in his hand."Prepare for war?" I repeated, my voice trembling but my resolve hardening. "What does that even mean, Thiago? Are we just going to wait for them to come after us again?"Thiago turned in his seat, his eyes piercing. "It means we strike first. If we don’t, they’ll come for us—and they’ll use your father to do it.""But who are they?" I pressed. "And why does this feel like it’s about more than just business?"Thiago hesitated, his silence heavier than words. Finally, he spoke. "There are layers to this, Bridgette. What’s happening isn’t just about your father’s business or Marlene’s schemes. There are bigger players involved, people who see us as pawns in their game.""Pawns?" Sevi scoffed, crossing his arms. "Speak for yourself, Thiago. Some of us aren’
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