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TRAPPED WITH MY DAD'S BESTFRIEND CHAPTER 295
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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Angela woke up screaming.It was just after three in the morning. Her voice cracked through the silence like glass breaking, raw and sharp. I bolted upright from the couch, where I’d crashed with a blanket draped over me. Thiago was already standing, alert and focused, as Riley rushed into the room.She was sitting up in bed, soaked in sweat, eyes wide and unfocused, hands trembling.Riley took her hand. “Angela, it’s me. You’re safe.”She looked around like she didn’t recognize us—like the panic was still clinging to her ribs.I stepped forward slowly, hands raised slightly. “You’re safe now. We’ve got you.”She blinked rapidly, and for a moment, I thought she’d break down again—but then she exhaled, a slow and shaky release, and collapsed back against the pillows.“I saw him,” she whispered. “In the dream. I saw him again.”“Who?” I asked.Her lips moved around the name like it hurt to say. “Dante.”Something passed between Thiago and Riley—recognition.“You said he was gone,” Riley
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You’d think after surviving a gunpoint rescue mission and uncovering an international trafficking ring, I’d get, I don’t know… a week off?Nope.Instead, I was back in designer heels, strutting across the marble floor of the Valmont Gallery like I wasn’t still processing the fact that I’d watched a man get tackled onto a yacht deck three nights ago. The spring exhibit was tonight—the one I’d planned with Victor before Thiago whisked me off to a tropical hellscape of danger and questionable contract clauses.Lucia met me at the entrance in a structured navy jumpsuit that screamed “executive brilliance.”“You look alive,” she said. “Barely, but I’ll take it.”“Thanks, babe. That’s the look I was going for—walking trauma with a highlight.”She handed me a glass of champagne and didn’t ask about what happened in the Maldives. That’s why I loved her.Victor was already inside, schmoozing with board members and high-profile guests. The exhibit was buzzing—glass clinks, curated laughter, the
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“Bridgette,” Thiago warned, his voice low and lethal. “Don’t move.”I didn’t. Couldn’t. Not when Dante Santoro held that thing in his hand—something that looked like a weapon disguised as a piece of avant-garde tech.“It’s not what you think,” Dante said, stepping around the shattered sculpture pedestal. “But it is dangerous in the wrong hands.”“You are the wrong hands,” I shot back, even though my throat was dry. “You faked your arrest. You let your men burn half the Santoro estate. You disappeared.”He shrugged. “Because they were coming for me. The same people who came for your father.”Thiago’s jaw flexed. “You mean the same people you worked for?”“Worked,” Dante corrected. “Past tense. I was the middleman until I realized they were ready to cut out the middle entirely.”I was shaking—part rage, part adrenaline. “You’re a liar.”“Maybe.” He met my eyes, and I hated how calm he looked. “But I didn’t lie about you.”Thiago moved in front of me slightly, subtle but firm.“I’m not l
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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 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
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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
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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
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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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“Bridgette,” Thiago warned, his voice low and lethal. “Don’t move.”I didn’t. Couldn’t. Not when Dante Santoro held that thing in his hand—something that looked like a weapon disguised as a piece of avant-garde tech.“It’s not what you think,” Dante said, stepping around the shattered sculpture pedestal. “But it is dangerous in the wrong hands.”“You are the wrong hands,” I shot back, even though my throat was dry. “You faked your arrest. You let your men burn half the Santoro estate. You disappeared.”He shrugged. “Because they were coming for me. The same people who came for your father.”Thiago’s jaw flexed. “You mean the same people you worked for?”“Worked,” Dante corrected. “Past tense. I was the middleman until I realized they were ready to cut out the middle entirely.”I was shaking—part rage, part adrenaline. “You’re a liar.”“Maybe.” He met my eyes, and I hated how calm he looked. “But I didn’t lie about you.”Thiago moved in front of me slightly, subtle but firm.“I’m not l
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You’d think after surviving a gunpoint rescue mission and uncovering an international trafficking ring, I’d get, I don’t know… a week off?Nope.Instead, I was back in designer heels, strutting across the marble floor of the Valmont Gallery like I wasn’t still processing the fact that I’d watched a man get tackled onto a yacht deck three nights ago. The spring exhibit was tonight—the one I’d planned with Victor before Thiago whisked me off to a tropical hellscape of danger and questionable contract clauses.Lucia met me at the entrance in a structured navy jumpsuit that screamed “executive brilliance.”“You look alive,” she said. “Barely, but I’ll take it.”“Thanks, babe. That’s the look I was going for—walking trauma with a highlight.”She handed me a glass of champagne and didn’t ask about what happened in the Maldives. That’s why I loved her.Victor was already inside, schmoozing with board members and high-profile guests. The exhibit was buzzing—glass clinks, curated laughter, the
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Angela woke up screaming.It was just after three in the morning. Her voice cracked through the silence like glass breaking, raw and sharp. I bolted upright from the couch, where I’d crashed with a blanket draped over me. Thiago was already standing, alert and focused, as Riley rushed into the room.She was sitting up in bed, soaked in sweat, eyes wide and unfocused, hands trembling.Riley took her hand. “Angela, it’s me. You’re safe.”She looked around like she didn’t recognize us—like the panic was still clinging to her ribs.I stepped forward slowly, hands raised slightly. “You’re safe now. We’ve got you.”She blinked rapidly, and for a moment, I thought she’d break down again—but then she exhaled, a slow and shaky release, and collapsed back against the pillows.“I saw him,” she whispered. “In the dream. I saw him again.”“Who?” I asked.Her lips moved around the name like it hurt to say. “Dante.”Something passed between Thiago and Riley—recognition.“You said he was gone,” Riley
TRAPPED WITH MY DAD'S BESTFRIEND CHAPTER 295
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
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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
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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
