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
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
The elegant ballroom shimmered with chandeliers and buzzed with animated chatter as it was turned into a splendid venue for commemorating my father's real estate company's tenth anniversary. The hall was crowded, and people sipped their drinks while enjoying the music of a live band playing soft tunes in the background. A scene full of charm and elegance that somehow couldn't fill the void I felt deep inside me despite all the beauty and luxury around. Amidst the crowd, I found myself wandering aimlessly as my steps took me in no particular direction. A gentle smile graced my lips, concealing the fatigue that weighed heavily on me as I warmly welcomed my father’s guests. Meanwhile, I scanned the crowd but couldn't spot my husband, Derick, anywhere. It felt like he was intentionally distancing himself from me, especially ever since he learned about my struggle to give him the one thing he longed for the most—a child. It was distressing for me, but it became even more painful when
THE NEXT MORNING, the sound of my phone startled me awake. I squinted at the screen and groggly groped for it. The name flashing across it caused my blood to stop—Romeo, my Dad.Heart thumping, I jumped off the bed, fumbling to respond, but the ringing stopped just before I could swipe the screen. Two seconds later a text alert showed up.**COME HOME RIGHT AWAY** In all caps locked.There was no space for justification or explanation for his calling of me. Simply as usual, just an order.I hurriedly got up, still wondering why my father suddenly wanted me to go home right away. But what made me suddenly confused what what on earth was I even doing in an unfamiliar room?I was so certain, this wasn’t my hotel room. My head still hurts due to hangover but I know that I must get up and come home right away. And as my feet nearly tripped from the scattered clothes on the floor, that was the only time when everything else came flooding my memories about what happened last night.“Shit.” I
I skirted through the crowd of people in the ballroom while attempting to concentrate on my goal. It was a whirlwind of color and laughter. I had to look for someone who could assist me in securing my future. But my confidence started to falter as I looked around the room. Each of these men exuded confidence and elegance.What if I wasn't enough? What would happen if I was unable to find someone who could help me?My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a bartender’s voice, low and smooth. “You look like you could use a drink.”I turned to find the bartender standing before me, holding out a glass of wine and pouring me some. He was dressed impeccably in a black and white uniform.I forced a smile, taking the glass from him. “Thank you. I suppose I do.”He raised the bottle to pour some on my glass. “This might be quite hard on you”“I can manage,” I echoed, clinking my glass before taking a sip. The wine was crisp and cold, but it did little to calm the nerves fluttering in my s
The man and I moved our conversation to a more secluded place away from the loud noise of the ball. And before I knew it, I found myself already escorted inside his hotel room. “I have about three questions before we begin with our deal.” He suddenly uttered, pushing me against the long, creamy white bed.I was certain that if my eyes were shut now, then I was probably dreaming.There was no other possible explanation for the way my body tingled, the way my breath hitched in my throat, and the way my mind raced with thoughts that I had never dared to entertain before.It all seemed so too good to be true, as the man lurred his body before me. He was like a walking, breathing embodiment of desire. His dark, tousled hair framed a face that could have been chiseled by the gods themselves, his piercing eyes a shade of blue that bordered on ethereal.He was close, too close, his presence consuming the air between us. His broad shoulders seemed to block out the rest of the world, leaving o
When I opened my eyes again, the room was already bathed in the warm embrace of morning light, as if the sun itself had been waiting patiently for me to join the world. My head pounded slightly, fragments of what happened last night lurking just beyond my memory's grasp. Yet, the first thing I did was quickly check my clothes. And I felt some sort of ease knowing they were still intact, although messy from lying on the bed all night. Some relief washed over me—I guess nothing had happened with that blonde stranger and me again. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed to make another escape, but the door creaked open just as I was about to do so. My heart skipped a beat. There he stood—the same blonde from the night before was walking in, carefree and undressed in just a bathrobe that hung loosely, revealing his toned abs and chest, and a towel tied around his waist. He didn’t seem surprised to see me awake."And where do you think you’re going, damsel?" he asked, a smirk playi
The event at the auction had been nothing short of chaotic. The tension in the room was so thick it felt like I could slice through it with a knife. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat reverberating in my ears as I tried to make sense of everything that had just happened. As the event organizers attempted to calm the storm, Thiago leaned in close to me, so close that I could feel his breath against my ear. “We need to leave. Now,” he whispered, his tone urgent, almost desperate. “Before your former family decides to do something against us.” The way Thiago had spoken to me, the intensity in his gaze—it left me reeling, completely off-balance.A shiver ran down my spine at the urgency in his voice. Without a second thought, I followed him, my mind racing with a million questions. Who was this man, really? Why had he kept silent for so long about his connection to Cynthia, my former mother-in-law? And what was it about Thiago that made my father speak to him as if they were old a
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
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
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
The rain hadn’t stopped since I left Thiago’s penthouse. Hours blurred into the grayness of the cityscape as I wandered aimlessly through streets I barely remembered walking. I needed air, space, clarity—anything that could drown out the chaos inside me.But no matter how far I walked, I couldn’t outrun what I felt.I ended up at the pier.There was something about the water—violent and serene all at once—that mirrored the storm in my chest. I leaned against the railing, soaked to the bone, hair clinging to my cheeks, and for the first time in days, I let myself feel it all.Everything Thiago and I had built. Everything we had broken. And everything we still were, despite it.The truth was, I loved him. I had loved him since the day he stood in front of me in that impossibly tailored suit, looking at me like I was something he had been searching for and never thought he’d find.And now? Now it felt like we were caught in some endless dance of push and pull. Anger and desire. Trust and
Victor’s expression darkened instantly. “Thiago.” I nodded, gripping the edge of the table to steady myself. My mind raced, replaying Thiago’s words, the silky menace in his tone. You were never just a player. You’ve always been the prize. I felt sick. Victor stood, jaw clenched. “You need to leave the city.” I snapped my head up. “What?” “Bridgette, this isn’t just about business anymore.” His voice was sharper now, edged with something I couldn’t quite place. “Thiago doesn’t lose. And when he does, he doesn’t let it go.” Anger flared inside me. “So what? I’m supposed to just run? Disappear while he still has control over my life?” Victor exhaled, his hands bracing against the table. “You think this is control? He’s only getting started.” I hated how true that felt. Victor leaned in, voice lower now, urgent. “I can get you out. A flight, a safe house—whatever you need. But you have to decide now.” My chest tightened. “And what happens when I come back?” Victor
I took a step back, my breath coming in short, sharp bursts. My entire body was trembling, but whether it was from rage or something else, I couldn’t tell."You had years to tell me this," I hissed. "And you didn’t."Thiago’s gaze never wavered. "I was protecting you."I let out a cold, bitter laugh. "No. You were protecting yourself."Silence.I turned away, my hands shaking as I reached for the door. I needed air. Space. I needed to get away from him before I drowned in the weight of his words.But then, just as my fingers grazed the handle, Thiago’s voice cut through the air like a blade."You can leave, Bridgette," he said. "But that won’t change the truth."I stiffened."You were mine from the start," he murmured. "Whether you want to accept it or not."I squeezed my eyes shut, willing away the way my chest tightened at his words.I wanted to hate him.But the worst part?Somewhere, buried beneath all the anger, was the terrifying realization that a part of me never stopped being
I exhaled sharply, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “You don’t own me, Thiago.”His lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “Don’t I?”The arrogance in his voice sent a bolt of irritation through me, breaking through the haze of his proximity. I shoved against his chest, forcing some distance between us.“Get over yourself,” I snapped. “I came with you because I need answers. That’s it.”Something flickered in his expression—something dark and unreadable—but he stepped back, giving me space. “Then let’s go.”I hesitated for just a second before following him out of the elevator.His suite was exactly what I expected—expensive, sleek, and impersonal. Like a place meant to impress, not to live in.Thiago loosened the cuffs of his sleeves as he walked toward the minibar. “Drink?”“No.” I crossed my arms, staying near the door. “Just talk.”He poured himself a glass of whiskey, swirling it before taking a slow sip. “Where do you want me to start?”I clenched my jaw. “Why did
The weight of Victor’s words settled deep in my chest long after they were spoken. I stared down at the amber liquid in my glass, but it offered no answers. Only more questions.Had I already lost the ability to choose? Had Thiago already decided for me?Victor sighed, rubbing his jaw as if he were debating something. Then, he leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and met my gaze.“I need to tell you something,” he said.A chill skated down my spine. “What?”He hesitated. Just for a second. And that alone sent warning bells ringing in my head.“Victor,” I pressed.His lips parted, but before he could speak, his phone buzzed sharply on the table.He glanced at the screen, and whatever he saw made his expression darken.I frowned. “What is it?”Instead of answering, he stood abruptly, snatching his jacket from the chair. “You should stay here tonight.”“What?” My heart stuttered. “Why?”His jaw tightened as he typed something on his phone. “Thiago’s looking for you.”Cold dread curled in
I clenched my fists, my pulse hammering in my ears. “I don’t have to choose anything.”Javier let out a quiet chuckle, his gaze steady, almost expectant. “That’s where you’re wrong, mija.” He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You’ve already chosen—you just don’t realize it yet.”A chill ran down my spine.Thiago stepped between us, his broad shoulders cutting off Javier’s view of me. “If you’re done playing riddles, we’re leaving.”Javier exhaled sharply, clearly unimpressed. “You’re a fool if you think you can keep her out of this, Bermudez.” His gaze flickered back to me, dark amusement in his eyes. “And you, Bridgette… you’re an even bigger fool if you think you can outrun your own legacy.”Something in my chest tightened, but I refused to let it show. I lifted my chin, forcing steel into my voice. “Watch me.”Javier just smiled. “Ah, mi pequeña tormenta,” he murmured. “We’ll see how long that defiance lasts when the world comes crashing down.”Before I could say an