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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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By the time we got back to the city, dusk was bleeding into the skyline. Miami looked deceptively calm from above—the ocean lit up with gold reflections, the breeze humming through the palms like a lullaby for liars.Thiago was quiet beside me, scrolling through the encrypted files we recovered from the vault. Lucia and Marcus were already setting up a secure dropbox, but Thiago had found something else—something personal.Victor Rivas had invited me to a private dinner.At our resort.The same place we launched the Bermudez project.“I’m going,” I said flatly as I read the invitation on my phone.Thiago didn’t even lift his gaze. “You’re not going alone.”“I figured,” I muttered. “But he won’t talk if you show up with guns and fury. He’s expecting me. Not us.”“He’s expecting you to be the scared daughter,” Thiago said, his eyes finally meeting mine. “But you’re not. Not anymore.”Lucia appeared in the doorway, heels off, gun holstered, expression sharp. “I’ll have eyes on the floor.
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The elevator hummed downward, the red glow of the emergency lights painting everything in blood hues. Victor slumped in the corner, breathing heavily, his white dress shirt soaked with sweat—and possibly someone else's blood.Lucia’s voice crackled in my earpiece.“Bridgette, confirmation: Coral Tower’s lower levels haven’t been accessed in years. I’m sending Marcus with backup, but you’ll get there first.”“Copy,” I whispered.Victor looked at me. “You’re really going through with this.”“I didn’t drag you into the fire to play tour guide,” I snapped. “You’re leading me to that vault.”He coughed out a bitter laugh. “You’re just like your father.”“No,” I said, coldly. “He died protecting secrets. I’m here to burn them down.”When the elevator doors opened, we stepped into a long-forgotten part of Miami. Cracked tiles. Rusted metal gates. And silence that hummed with buried sins. Coral Tower had been built atop one of the first subway expansions—abandoned before it ever saw passenger
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I stared at my reflection in the grimy mirror of the makeshift bathroom. Bloodstreaked. Tired. Eyes hollow with truths I didn’t want to face.Victor knocked on the doorframe behind me. “You okay?”I wiped my face. “No.”He nodded like he understood. “Lucia’s got the first packet ready. We go live in fifteen.”I followed him back into the main room where three laptops were arrayed in a triangle, each uploading to a different satellite relay.I sat down. Plugged in the USB.The screen blinked.The drive opened.And there it was again—Project HIERARCHY.With shaking fingers, I clicked it.The first document loaded.I stared at it. Then another. Then another.Every page stripped another layer of illusion from Thiago’s empire. Every file was a blade to the throat of the Bermudez dynasty.But it was the last one that froze me.An agreement.A sealed contract between Cynthia Alvarez-Bermudez and the Bermudez Group’s board.I was the asset.Not a wife. Not a partner. A strategic acquisition.
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The days after Thiago left the room felt like they stretched on forever. Every hour seemed to pass more slowly than the last. The weight of his words—those final, desperate declarations of love—still hung in the air like a smog I couldn’t shake off.Victor had stayed close, a constant, reassuring presence that kept me grounded. He helped me process everything that had happened, though I knew that this wasn’t a matter I could resolve easily. I was torn between my feelings for Thiago and the reality of what he’d done to me. I couldn’t ignore the betrayal, but at the same time, I couldn’t dismiss the love I’d once felt for him.I had a decision to make, and it felt like the hardest one of my life. But before I could sort through my emotions, I had to face the truth of what had been uncovered. The deal. The one that Thiago and my mother had made for me. The one that had turned my life into something I didn’t recognize.Sitting at my desk, I sifted through the papers once more, reading the
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The decision to walk away from Thiago should have brought relief. Instead, it left a dull ache lodged in the hollow of my chest. No matter how many times I repeated the words—I’m done with you—the echo of his eyes watching me leave haunted me.Miami’s skyline was smeared with the colors of dusk as I drove through the city. The warm, salty breeze slipping in through the window didn’t calm my nerves the way it usually did. It felt like I was still trapped in that office, suffocating in his silence.Victor invited me to his penthouse to decompress. He had insisted I shouldn’t be alone after what I’d done—what I’d said. But part of me needed the solitude. I needed to feel the emptiness to understand the cost of my freedom.When I arrived, he handed me a glass of wine without a word, his expression a careful mask of concern.“You did the right thing,” he said eventually, his tone low, comforting. “Even if it doesn’t feel like it.”I stared out at the glowing ocean beyond his floor-to-ceili
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Three days. Three days since I last saw Thiago, since that damn marina. Three days of pacing, re-reading legal drafts, and trying to focus on work—anything other than him. Anything other than the gnawing frustration that settled in my gut every time I reached for my phone, praying for a message, but finding nothing.Not that I wanted him to contact me. Not that I cared.Except… I did. And it was infuriating. My mind raced with questions, with thoughts I couldn't untangle. What was he doing? What was he thinking? But more than anything, what did he want from me?I shoved my phone aside and straightened, glancing at the papers scattered across my desk, the deals that were still waiting for my signature. Work. Focus on work. It’s what I’d been doing, at least until Victor decided to break the silence.I turned to face him as he leaned casually against the glass wall of my penthouse office. His eyes tracked my every movement, his arms folded, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. It
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There’s something satisfying about war when you’re the one holding the match.I stood at the edge of the rooftop helipad, the wind clawing through my hair, biting at the silk lining of my coat. Below, Miami shimmered like a jewel—arrogant, loud, and utterly unaware that I was about to start a storm that would rearrange more than just corporate portfolios.I had given the order. Lucia was already moving. Marcus would be monitoring financial triggers by midnight. And me? I was about to weaponize everything Thiago ever underestimated about me.Victor appeared beside me, a tablet in his hand, lips pressed in that familiar frown he wore when he was both impressed and terrified.“Surveillance confirmed,” he said, holding up the screen. “Private jet. Puerto Escondido. The man moves like a ghost.”I snorted. “Not a very subtle ghost if I’m getting tailed by amateurs.”“You’re shaking the nest, Bridgette.”I turned to face him, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “Good.”He studied me for
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They say the first blow stuns.But the second?The second breaks.And Thiago knew exactly where to hit me.I didn’t realize anything was wrong until Lucia walked into my office holding a plain envelope—no address, no sender, just my name in perfect block letters. Her face was pale. Eyes shaking.“I didn’t open it,” she said, her voice brittle. “But something’s… off.”I took it from her, sliding my finger under the flap with slow precision.Inside were photos.Printed. Glossy. Intentional.The first was of me and Marcus at our last strategy dinner, leaning too close, heads bent in conversation. Innocent, but easily twisted. The second was Lucia… leaving my building late at night. Alone. Vulnerable. The third was a shot of my driver’s kid—Daniella—playing outside her school.The fourth?Was of me.Asleep.In my bed.In my penthouse.That picture made my stomach hollow out.Same silk pillowcase. Same slight wrinkle in the corner of the duvet. The photo had been taken from the adjoining b
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The old safehouse.It was one of our secrets. A quiet, almost-forgotten villa in Coconut Grove with vines creeping up the walls and a keypad entry that only three people knew about—Thiago, me, and the guy who installed it, who died two years ago.I punched in the code. The door opened with a low hiss.He was already there.Standing in the dim light, sleeves rolled, eyes shadowed and unreadable.“You shouldn’t be here,” he said.“And yet, here I am.”He poured himself a drink. Didn’t offer me one. That stung more than I cared to admit.“You’re bleeding my company,” I said, voice low. “One leak at a time.”“It’s not your company anymore.”“That’s funny,” I snapped. “Because I’m pretty sure my name’s still on the door.”He sipped slowly. “You think you can kill a god and not face wrath?”“I never believed you were a god,” I said. “Just a man who got too drunk on the power I helped him build.”He looked up. For the first time, his mask cracked—just a sliver. Enough for me to see something
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Every empire has its reckoning.And mine? It was scheduled for Thursday at 11 a.m.The Bermudez Group’s emergency board meeting had been summoned under the guise of “financial restructuring”—a phrase that usually meant someone was about to be sacrificed. Thiago was still CEO. On paper. But I wasn’t just paper. I was legacy. Blood. The last woman standing from the Martinez dynasty.And thanks to Eduardo’s intel and Renner’s stupidity, I had more than enough ammunition to light the whole damn building on fire.“I don’t care how you do it,” I told Marcus on the way up to the 40th floor. “Just make sure every board member sees that email chain. I want the full display—projector, screenshots, the works.”Marcus smirked. “You want popcorn with that?”“Extra butter.”We rode the elevator in silence after that, the weight of what was coming pressing down like the top floor itself. Lucia had already taken her seat in the boardroom, flanked by two of our loyalists and a very confused junior ass
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I didn’t sleep that night.The city buzzed below me, neon lights flashing like warnings I couldn’t decipher, while I sat curled up on the edge of my designer couch in a $5,000 suit that now felt like a straightjacket. My mind kept rewinding, skipping, looping like a broken tape—Thiago. Eduardo. Renner. The laptop. Cartagena.Had I been a pawn?No. No, Bridgette. You don’t get played.But… I had. Or worse, I’d played myself.By 4 a.m., Lucia was back at my place with two laptops, six double espressos, and a look that screamed she was also done playing nice.“We found something else.” She dropped one of the laptops onto the glass coffee table, its screen already glowing.“What is it?”“A burner email account tied to the Cartagena shell company. Draft folder only—someone was writing to Thiago. They didn’t send it, but the contents…” She hesitated. “You should read it yourself.”I pulled the laptop toward me, heart rattling in my ribs as I scrolled.Thiago,This isn’t what we agreed on. Y
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The elevator doors slid shut behind me, sealing me off from the thick tension I’d left in Thiago’s office. As the numbers descended toward the ground floor, I inhaled slowly, then exhaled through my nose, trying to steady the riot in my chest.Eduardo was in danger. And that wasn’t just a wrinkle in the plan—it was a warning shot.I didn’t care what Thiago said. I hadn’t lost.Not yet.As soon as the doors opened, I made a beeline for my car, heels clicking like gunshots across the marble floors of the Bermudez Group lobby. The receptionist didn’t try to stop me this time. She just watched with wide, uneasy eyes. Good. Let the fear spread.The moment I slid behind the wheel, I dialed Lucia on speaker.She picked up on the first ring. “I saw the message. Marcus is already tracing Eduardo’s phone. His last ping was near the old freight yard south of the bridge.”“Send me the location. I’m on my way.”“Bridgette, wait—”“No. If Thiago sent someone after him, we don’t have time to wait.”
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Thiago didn’t speak for a moment, and the silence hung between us like a heavy fog. I could feel his presence behind me, that sense of him looming, waiting for me to crack, but I refused to let him see any sign of weakness. I kept my back straight, my hands clasped in front of me as I stared out the window. The skyline beyond was still the same, but I couldn’t ignore the weight of the moment.He hadn’t moved. I had expected him to be angry, maybe even confrontational, but there was something else in his stillness—a sense of control, as though he was waiting for me to make the first mistake.“Why are you doing this?” His voice broke the quiet, low but intense. It was the kind of question he always asked when he was trying to get into someone’s head, to unravel their thoughts. But I wasn’t that easy.“Because I can,” I said simply, turning to face him. I let the words hang in the air, sharp and pointed. “Because I’m done watching you destroy everything we built.”Thiago’s lips tightened
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I left Ainsley’s office with a quiet sense of satisfaction. There was a certain power in knowing that a man like him could be so easily swayed with the right amount of leverage. Thiago had never understood that. He’d always assumed that people were either his allies or enemies, that everything could be black and white. But I knew better. Everyone had a price. Even Ainsley. And once you found it, the game shifted in your favor.I knew the next step wouldn’t be easy. Thiago was unpredictable, dangerous when cornered. And I had no doubt he was already preparing for the fallout from our last confrontation. He was calculating, meticulous—traits I had once admired but now saw as vulnerabilities. His arrogance was his weakness, and I had every intention of exploiting it.As I walked back to my car, the weight of what I had set in motion hit me. The files I had handed Eduardo, the conversations I had with Lucia and now Ainsley—each one was a thread in a web I was weaving. It was no longer abo
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The next few days felt like a blur. Each morning, I dressed with purpose, knowing that Thiago was out there, likely plotting his next move, but I had my own strategies to execute. The hours spent sifting through documents and preparing counterattacks felt more like war tactics than business maneuvers. But the game was never going to be simple with Thiago. He didn’t just fight to win; he fought to destroy.I barely slept, always a step ahead, always thinking of the next move. The truth about Thiago’s involvement with his father, his manipulation of the shell companies, the falsified accounts—it was all coming together. But I knew it wasn’t enough. Thiago was cunning, and I was going to need more than just paperwork and strategy to take him down. I needed leverage. I needed to turn his allies against him, to make him realize that the walls were closing in.Lucia was my first point of contact. She was more than a colleague; she was my confidante in this battle. She had access to some of
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The next morning, I put on my sharpest suit—the navy one with gold buttons that made me feel like a general—and walked into the Bermudez Group headquarters like I still belonged there.Because technically… I did.My name was still on the board. My shares were still untouched. Thiago hadn’t made his move to strip me yet.But that clock was ticking.The receptionist froze when she saw me. “Ms. Martinez—Thiago said—he’s not in this morning—”“I’m not here for him,” I said, brushing past her. “Tell Eduardo to meet me in the main conference room. Now.”I knew the place better than most of his inner circle did. I helped design the damn layout.By the time Eduardo walked in—sweaty, confused, clutching a tablet—I was seated at the head of the table with a folder labeled The End waiting for him.“What is this?” he asked, glancing at the guards outside.“A choice,” I said.I slid the folder across to him. Inside were copies of the files Damien decrypted—carefully redacted, but damning enough. Co
