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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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The silence in the room felt like a living thing. Thick, heavy, and suffocating.Thiago stood just a few steps inside the door, his broad frame blocking the light from the hallway. He didn’t look at anyone else. His focus was entirely on me. And that, more than anything, made my pulse skip erratically.I hadn’t expected him to come here, to walk into the heart of my territory, uninvited and undeterred. But here he was, as dangerous and charismatic as ever, and suddenly I was more uncertain than I wanted to admit.I stood still, facing him, my back straight, my expression a carefully constructed mask of control. Inside, however, my thoughts were a mess—shattered, scattered like a thousand pieces of broken glass. He was the last person I ever wanted to see again, but now, with him standing there, I wasn’t sure if I could keep pretending that I didn’t want him to stay.“You shouldn’t be here,” I said, my voice cold, even though my heart was anything but.Thiago took a slow step toward me
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I didn’t sleep that night.Not because I couldn’t—but because I didn’t want to.Sleep meant letting my guard down. Sleep meant giving my subconscious permission to summon every flicker of Thiago’s voice, his eyes, the ghost of his hand on my cheek.And right now, I couldn’t afford to be haunted.I sat on the balcony of my penthouse, watching the Miami skyline melt into the soft bruises of dawn. The city glittered with false promises—sleek towers, pristine beaches, and power hiding behind polished smiles. Just like him.“You look like hell,” Lucia said from the doorway, wrapped in my spare robe, hair a tangle of sleep.I didn’t bother turning. “Good morning to you too.”She padded over and sat beside me, cradling a mug of coffee she must’ve made on her own. That, or Victor was here too, lurking like the neurotic bodyguard he pretended not to be.“Want to talk about it?”I looked at her. “No.”Lucia took a sip, then nodded like she expected that. “Okay. Want to strategize?”That was mor
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I didn’t cry.Not in the elevator. Not in the town car. Not even when Lucia tried to hug me and I nearly elbowed her in the face out of sheer, unfiltered tension.Crying was for women who lost. I hadn’t lost.Not yet.But as I walked back into my office that evening, I felt like something inside me had been surgically removed without anesthesia. A piece of me I hadn’t realized was still latched to Thiago. Something raw and messy, still clinging to the illusion that he wasn’t a monster in a custom-made suit.“Was it done?” Victor asked without looking up from his laptop, his tie loosened and his sleeves rolled.I threw the USB drive on his desk. “Not yet. But soon.”He finally glanced up, eyebrows lifting. “You didn’t use it?”“I showed it to him.”“Jesus, Bridgette,” he muttered. “That was leverage.”“It still is,” I said tightly. “But I needed him to know I’m not bluffing.”Victor leaned back, fingers steepled under his chin. “You went to see him, didn’t you?”“He asked me to come up
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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
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I didn’t sleep. Not because I couldn’t, but because I wouldn’t.Sleep meant silence. Darkness. Space for my thoughts to twist around his voice like barbed wire. And right now, I couldn’t afford that luxury. I spent the night combing through my father’s old records, scanning for clues, pieces—anything Thiago might’ve leveraged to bait me.But I came up empty.I wasn’t even sure what I was looking for.That was the most dangerous part.By noon, I was standing at the address Thiago texted—an old, nondescript warehouse tucked between the abandoned ends of the Miami shipping district. Classic. The kind of place where secrets didn’t just get told; they got buried.The guards outside didn’t question me. They just opened the door.Because of course they did.He still thinks I belong to him.The inside was dark, silent, save for the flicker of a single overhead light near the far end of the space. It lit up a long metal table—and Thiago, standing at the head of it like he’d just called a damn
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By the time I reached the top floor, the adrenaline had worn off, leaving behind something rawer—like scraped skin under silk. I could still feel the echo of Thiago’s voice in my ear, still smell his cologne in the elevator like a haunting.You’ll never get that.His absence.Maybe he was right.Maybe I’d never truly be free of him, not when every victory I earned still carried the ghost of his hands somewhere in the shadows. But that didn’t mean I had to let him stay in my life. He could linger in memory, in scar tissue—but not here. Not anymore.The executive suite had already been cleared.Victor stood behind my old desk—my new desk again—his tie slightly loosened and his laptop open. He looked up the moment he saw me.“Well?”I dropped the signed resolution on the desk.“Unanimous.”He gave a low whistle. “Damn. You really did it.”“Of course I did it,” I said, collapsing into the leather chair. “I told you I would.”He nodded. “I know. But that was before he strolled in like a Bo
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The road north blurred beneath my tires, a straight stretch of asphalt cutting through scrub and sky. I kept one hand clenched on the wheel, the other gripping the key Thiago gave me like it might burn a hole through my palm.Forty-five minutes.That’s what he said.Forty-five minutes, and I’d be at the safehouse. At Lucia.My mind wouldn’t stop racing. Why would she do that? Sacrifice herself for me? What did she think would happen—that I’d just stop?She knew me better than anyone.She should’ve known that taking herself out of the fight would only throw me into a fury. Should’ve known I’d scorch the world if it meant getting her back.And yet… she’d done it anyway.Because that’s what love looks like when it’s not poisoned by control or dressed up in obsession.It looks like loyalty.Like quiet defiance wrapped in silk.Like Lucia.**The safehouse was buried behind a cluster of pines near an abandoned water tower, exactly where Thiago said it would be. The gravel crunched beneath
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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
