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The jet cut through the night sky, its engines humming beneath us like a beast biding its time. I sat stiffly in my seat, staring out the window at the endless black void below. The reality of what was happening still hadn’t fully settled.My mother was alive.And she was in Spain.I turned my head, watching Thiago from the corner of my eye. He had leaned back, fingers tapping against his glass in slow, measured beats. His eyes were on me, as if he was waiting for me to break the silence.I refused to give him that satisfaction.Instead, I asked the one question that had been burning in my mind since we took off.“How long have you known?”Thiago’s tapping stopped. He didn’t look away, didn’t flinch. “A few weeks.”A sharp breath left my lips. “A few weeks?” I repeated, my voice cold. “You let me believe she was dead for weeks?”“I didn’t let you believe anything,” he corrected. “I was gathering proof. If I had told you too soon, you would have gone straight to your father and gotten
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The weight of the note in my palm felt heavier than it should have been."The truth is in the ledger."I read the words again, my pulse hammering. My mother was gone. Taken. And this—this cryptic message—was all she had left for me.Thiago stood beside me, eerily calm. Too calm. “We need to move.”I looked up at him. “Do you know what ledger she’s talking about?”His jaw tightened. “No.”I narrowed my eyes. “You’re lying.”His lips twitched in something that wasn’t quite a smirk. “I don’t lie, Wifey—I just don’t tell you things you don’t need to know.”Heat flared in my chest. “Thiago—”“I’ll find out which ledger she meant.” His voice was smooth, controlled. “Right now, we focus on finding her.”I exhaled sharply, shoving the note into my pocket. The room was trashed—furniture overturned, shattered glass glinting in the dim light. Whoever took her had made sure there was nothing left behind.“Check the cameras,” Thiago ordered one of his men. “If they’re wiped, find out who wiped the
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I hated this.Hated the way Thiago could twist a simple truth into a noose around my throat. Hated the way he stood there—so calm, so sure that I’d fold.Because he knew.He knew I didn’t have a choice.I could say no, of course. I could walk away, pretend none of this was happening, pretend I wasn’t tangled in a mess that could bury me alive.But that would be a lie.I swallowed hard, keeping my chin up as I stared into his dark, calculating eyes. “And if I agree?”Thiago’s smirk deepened. “Then you’re mine.”My pulse stuttered. “That wasn’t part of the deal.”“No?” He tilted his head, feigning innocence. “Bridgette, cariño, everything is part of the deal.”My fingers curled into fists. “Define mine.”Thiago chuckled, a slow, velvety sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “Loyalty, Wifey. That’s all I ask.”I knew better. With Thiago Bermudez, nothing was ever that simple.He took a step closer, the heat of his body pressing against mine. “You don’t trust me. Good. You shouldn’t. Bu
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The elevator doors slid open, and the crisp evening air greeted me as I stepped into the parking lot. My heart was still racing from Victor’s words, his warning clawing at the edges of my mind."You’re wrong."I shoved the thought aside and walked briskly to my car, my heels clicking against the pavement. I needed space—to think, to breathe. The moment I slid into the driver’s seat, I rested my hands on the wheel and exhaled, forcing myself to loosen my grip.Signing that contract had felt like a death sentence, but wasn’t it what I wanted? Wasn’t this exactly what I had set out to do? To secure my place in Bermudez Group? To get revenge for my father’s downfall?So why did it feel like I had just handed over my soul?A sharp knock on my window made me jump.Thiago.I hadn’t even seen him come down. He stood beside my car, hands in his pockets, looking every bit the wolf who had just cornered his prey.I rolled the window down. “Are you here to gloat?”His lips curled slightly. “If I
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I stepped back, putting distance between us before his presence could suffocate me.“Cut the theatrics, Thiago. Why are you really here?”His smirk never wavered, but there was something darker in his gaze now. “I came to remind you who holds the leash in this arrangement.”My stomach tightened. “Leash? I don’t belong to you.”His hand lifted lazily, brushing a stray lock of hair from my face before I could swat him away. “You signed the contract, cariño. That makes you mine in ways that matter.”I let out a bitter laugh. “Yours? Is that what you tell yourself to sleep at night? You don’t own me, Thiago. No one does.”His lips quirked. “You say that, but every time I push, you react.” His fingers trailed down my arm in a slow, deliberate path. “Tell me, Bridgette, if I don’t own a part of you, why do you tremble when I touch you?”I shoved his hand away. “You’re delusional.”His dark chuckle was low, knowing. “Maybe. But I always get what I want.”I crossed my arms, trying to suppress
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Lucia’s question echoed in my mind long after she had gone to bed.Do you actually see a way out?I wanted to say yes. I wanted to believe that this was just a temporary arrangement—that I could walk away unscathed. But every time I thought about leaving, something held me back.Was it the contract? The power Thiago wielded over my life? Or was it something far more dangerous—something I refused to name?I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I stared out at the city skyline.And then, as if summoned by my thoughts, my phone buzzed.Thiago.I hesitated before answering. “What?”His voice was smooth, controlled. “Open the door.”I blinked. “Excuse me?”“Open the door, Bridgette.”A shiver ran down my spine. Slowly, I walked toward the front entrance. As soon as I turned the handle, the heavy door swung open, revealing Thiago in a crisp black suit.He stepped inside without invitation, his presence consuming the space. “You left in a hurry earlier.”I crossed my arms. “Because I di
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The night air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of salt from the ocean beyond the cliffs. The villa before me was breathtaking—an architectural masterpiece of sleek glass walls, stone pathways, and warm lights glowing softly against the dark sky. It was secluded, luxurious… and it felt like a trap.Thiago placed a hand at the small of my back, guiding me toward the entrance. “You’re tense.”I stepped away from his touch, glaring up at him. “I don’t like surprises.”His lips twitched as if I’d just amused him. “You’ll like this one.”I doubted that.We entered through massive double doors, revealing a space that was both elegant and intimate. Dark wood floors stretched beneath my heels, and expensive artwork adorned the walls. A fire crackled in a sleek stone hearth, casting flickering shadows over the leather furniture. It was the kind of place designed for indulgence.I turned to him, crossing my arms. “What is this, Thiago? Some twisted version of a honeymoon?”He chuckled, slow a
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Sleep didn’t come easily that night.I lay in the massive bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying Thiago’s words over and over. The way he had looked at me, the way he had challenged me. It made my skin burn with frustration—and something else I didn’t want to name.I should have taken the damn key.I should have walked out just to prove him wrong.But I hadn’t.And now, I was trapped in my own head, questioning everything.The distant sound of waves crashing against the shore was the only thing breaking the silence. The villa was quiet, except for the occasional creak of the wooden floorboards outside my door. Was it him? Pacing? Waiting for me to come to my senses?I groaned, flipping onto my side. “Ridiculous,” I muttered to myself.Thiago Bermudez was a manipulative bastard. A man who played with people like they were chess pieces, moving them where he wanted until he won. And somehow, I had let myself get dragged into his game.I needed to regain control.With that thought, I push
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I took a step back, my breath coming too fast. I needed space. Air. Something solid to hold on to, but all I had were shifting lies.Santiago watched me, his smirk fading into something more dangerous—anticipation. Like he was waiting for me to break.I wouldn’t give him that.I forced my voice steady. “You don’t get to decide for me.”Santiago sighed, almost bored. “You think you have a choice?” He gestured lazily with the gun. “You were born into this world, hija. You don’t just walk away from it.”Victor stepped forward, his hand subtly shifting toward his jacket. “She’s not you, Santiago.”Santiago laughed. “And you still think you can save her?” His amusement vanished in a blink. “I’m giving her a way out. If she’s smart, she’ll take it.”My heart pounded. “And if I don’t?”His expression darkened. “Then you’ll regret it.”A flicker of movement. A breath of warning.And then Victor lunged.I barely had time to react before he was on Santiago, knocking the gun aside. A shot rang o
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The old pier stretched before me, silent except for the rhythmic lapping of the waves against the wooden posts. A single lamplight flickered above, casting long shadows across the damp planks. My heart pounded as I scanned the area, my breath visible in the night air.I checked my phone again. Midnight. I was a few minutes early, but whoever had sent the message wasn’t here yet.Or maybe they were watching.A gust of wind sent a shiver down my spine. I crossed my arms, not just against the cold, but against the gnawing uncertainty clawing at my insides. This could be a trap. Thiago could have sent the message, luring me here to force a conversation I wasn’t ready for. Or worse—someone else, someone more dangerous, could be behind it.I turned, about to leave, when I heard footsteps. Slow. Measured.I spun back, my pulse skyrocketing as a shadow emerged from the darkness.It wasn’t Thiago.Victor.His sharp features were cast in half-light, his expression unreadable as he stepped towar
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Thiago kissed me like he was trying to brand himself into my soul—like he could erase every doubt, every betrayal, with the heat of his mouth.And for a moment, I let him.For a moment, I kissed him back, gripping his shirt like it could anchor me to something real.But reality crashed in just as fast.I shoved him away, breathless, my lips still tingling from the force of him.His chest rose and fell, his dark eyes locked onto mine with a heat that burned straight through me.“No,” I said, voice hoarse.Thiago’s jaw tightened. “Bridgette—”“No,” I repeated, stepping back. “You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to lie to me, manipulate me, and then kiss me like I’m supposed to forget everything.”His hands curled into fists at his sides. “I wasn’t lying to you.”“Really?” I let out a bitter laugh. “Then why do I feel like I just walked into a trap?”Thiago exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his hair. “I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d react like this.”I crossed my arms.
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I forced myself to meet Santiago’s gaze, schooling my expression into something unreadable. If he was here, breaking into my penthouse in the middle of the night, it wasn’t just to chat.He wants something.I wasn’t going to give it to him.“You have about ten seconds to explain why you’re here before I call security,” I said, gripping the wine bottle so tightly my knuckles ached.Santiago smirked, the kind of lazy, self-assured grin that made my stomach twist. He took a slow step forward, completely unfazed by my threat. “Security?” he mused. “Mmm… You could call them. But we both know they won’t get here in time, mi amor.”His voice was smooth, practiced, laced with the kind of confidence that came from knowing he held all the cards.I refused to let him see the flicker of unease tightening in my chest.“I don’t have time for games, Santiago.”“I know,” he said, tilting his head slightly. “Which is why I’ll get to the point.”In one fluid motion, he reached inside his suit jacket. I
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His lips moved against mine with a slow, deliberate hunger, as if he was savoring every second of my surrender. I should have pushed him away. I should have turned and walked out of this penthouse, out of his life, like I swore I would.But the second his hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer, every ounce of resistance melted away.Thiago knew my body too well. He knew exactly how to unravel me with a single touch, how to make me forget logic and consequences. His fingers trailed down my spine, sending a shiver through me, his kiss deepening until I was breathless.I tore away, gasping, my palms flat against his chest. “Thiago—”His forehead rested against mine, his breathing just as uneven. “Don’t tell me you don’t want this.”My fingers curled into his shirt, torn between desire and the storm raging in my mind. “It’s not about what I want.”He exhaled, a humorless chuckle escaping him. “Then what is it about, Wifey?”That nickname. The way it rolled off his tongue like a promise
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The hallway felt too small, too suffocating with both men standing there—Victor rigid with frustration, Thiago exuding that quiet, commanding presence that had always been my undoing.I should tell him to leave. I should push past this moment and pretend my heart wasn’t beating too fast, that I wasn’t already losing this battle.But I didn’t.Instead, I met Thiago’s gaze head-on. “What do you want?”He tilted his head slightly, studying me, before stepping closer. Too close. The scent of him—expensive cologne, faint whiskey, something distinctly him—wrapped around me like a noose.Victor shifted beside me, his tension palpable. “You’re wasting your time, Bermudez. She’s done with whatever game you’re playing.”Thiago let out a quiet chuckle, his eyes never leaving mine. “That so?” His fingers twitched at his side, like he was resisting the urge to touch me. “Because she hasn’t told me to leave yet.”Damn him.Victor exhaled sharply. “Bridgette.” His voice was low, a warning.I swallow
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The silence stretched between us, thick with words left unsaid. Victor's gaze remained steady, unwavering, as if he could will me into understanding the danger I was walking into. Maybe he could see the fracture lines forming beneath my skin, the way I was slowly unraveling under the weight of my own choices.But what choice did I have? Thiago was a shadow I couldn’t outrun. No matter how far I went, how fiercely I tried to carve out a life separate from him, he was always there. And worst of all, some part of me still wanted him to be.I exhaled sharply, shoving past Victor toward the kitchen, needing space—needing something to ground me before I lost myself completely in this never-ending push and pull. I reached for the half-empty wine bottle on the counter and poured myself a glass. My hand trembled slightly as I took a sip, the bitter liquid burning down my throat.Victor followed but didn’t say anything right away. He just leaned against the counter, arms crossed over his chest,
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The silence between Victor and me stretched, taut and suffocating. He watched me like I was a puzzle he had almost solved but was too frustrated to finish.“Bridge,” he finally said, his voice softer now. “You don’t have to do this alone. You know that, right?”I swallowed against the lump in my throat. Victor had always been my safety net, the one person who saw the mess I was and still chose to stand by me. But even he couldn’t save me from myself.I turned away, rubbing my arms as though that could shake off the cold creeping into my bones. “I’m tired, Vic. Can we just—can we not do this tonight?”His eyes darkened, but he nodded once, reluctant. “Fine. But this isn’t over.”With that, he left, the door clicking shut behind him. I waited, standing frozen in place until I heard his footsteps fade down the hallway. Then, with a shaky breath, I turned and pressed my forehead against the door, letting my eyes close.Not five minutes later, my phone vibrated on the counter.I didn’t wan
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The weight of Lucia’s words lingered long after she was gone, settling over me like an unwelcome shroud. The air in my apartment felt heavier, thick with the ghost of Thiago’s presence.I set the wine glass down with a soft clink, pressing my fingers against my temples. My head throbbed, not from the alcohol but from the war waging inside me. Thiago was a storm—unrelenting, consuming, and I was the fool who kept stepping into the rain without an umbrella.I forced myself to move, needing to shake off the static thrumming in my veins. One step, then another, until I was standing before my bedroom mirror. The woman staring back at me looked like a stranger. There was defiance in her eyes, yes, but beneath it, something else lurked—uncertainty.My gaze dropped to the ring, still snug on my finger. I could almost feel the phantom trace of Thiago’s touch lingering there. My hands curled into fists. I should take it off. I should have done it the second he walked out that door.With a sharp
