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Days had passed since Matthias and Julia's wedding, but the words Thiago said at the hospital kept replaying in my mind. He wanted more than our contract. More than the absurd contract we had—now he wanted a genuine relationship with me. It was as if my brain had short-circuited at that moment, unable to process the meaning behind it. Genuine relationship? Those words didn’t belong in the same sentence as Thiago Bermudez. I had chalked it up to a whim. Maybe it was because of the short flutter of excitement he'd felt when he thought I could be pregnant, which was why he suddenly said that. He always enjoyed control, after all, and a child—his child—would be the ultimate tie between us. But genuine feelings? I couldn’t seem to accept that. I shook my head, trying to rid myself of the distraction. Work was piling up, and Lucia had been waiting for me to sign off on a stack of docume
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I sat there, stunned.Thiago Bermudez—the man who always had a plan, who never left anything to chance—was admitting that he wasn’t in control. That he was, in some way, vulnerable to me.“I don’t know what to say,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.He leaned back, his gaze never leaving mine, giving me the space to process. But I knew he wasn’t going to wait forever. Thiago wasn’t the type to give anyone endless time to figure things out. He was patient, but only to a point."Say whatever you're feeling, Wifey" he suggested, his tone gentler than usual. “I don’t expect you to have an answer right now, but I need you to be honest.”Honesty? With Thiago? The man who thrived on power games and manipulation? It seemed ironic. And yet, here he was, asking for something that made my chest tighten with uncertainty.I took a deep breath. “I don’t know if I can trust this,
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The next morning, the air was thick with anticipation as I prepared to meet the mysterious sender. My mind spun with possibilities—what could they know about Thiago that I didn’t? And why now?I arrived at Bayleaf restaurant early, my stomach churning. I had barely slept, the weight of last night’s conversation with Thiago still pressing on me. Was I walking into some kind of trap, or was this person genuinely trying to help me?I ordered a coffee, forcing myself to remain calm as I waited for the stranger to arrive. The minutes felt like hours, my mind running through every possible scenario. Was this some business rival trying to sow doubt in my relationship with Thiago? Or worse, was this someone from Thiago’s past?As the clock struck 10 AM, a man approached my table. He was tall, dressed in a well-tailored suit, his face unfamiliar. His expression was serious, his eyes scanning the room before they landed on me.“Bridgette Martinez?” he asked, his voice low but firm.I nodded, my
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The mysterious man I met yesterday wouldn’t leave my mind. His dark, penetrating gaze, the way he casually hinted at Thiago’s secrets without ever revealing his own name—it all gnawed at me. There was a chill in the way he spoke, as if he knew something that I didn’t. Something dangerous. And as much as I wanted to pretend that I didn’t care, that I could confront Thiago directly, a part of me was terrified.What was Thiago hiding?He wasn’t the type to offer his secrets freely. I knew that much. But I had to know the truth, even if it was ugly. No, especially if it was ugly. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting to uncover, but the gnawing feeling that Thiago was hiding something dark couldn’t be ignored.That’s why I hired Marcus.Marcus caught my attention the moment I saw him in the café, mostly because of his ridiculous polka-dotted red tie. It was completely out of place, clashing horribly with the gray, nondescript suit he wore. It almost made me doubt his abilities—almost.“Mrs.
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My body wouldn’t stop shaking. The sight of Marcus’s bloodstained tie had burned into my brain, leaving me on the edge of panic. What the hell had I gotten myself into? My breaths came short and shallow as I stared at the tie, trying to process it all. Thiago had killed Marcus. I didn’t want to believe it, but the evidence was literally right in front of me.I could still feel Thiago’s calm presence lingering in the room, like a predator who had just marked his territory. His words—smooth, confident, terrifying—echoed in my head.“I told you, that you don’t need to look for answers, Wifey. I can always provide you what you need.”I clenched my fists, trying to steady myself. I needed to breathe, to think, but all I could feel was the rising sense of dread in my chest. Thiago had gone too far this time. This wasn’t about control or manipulation anymore—this was murder.And for what? Because I dared to seek the truth?No. I couldn’t just stand here and be afraid of him. I had to do som
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As the door clicked shut behind Thiago, the silence in the room was deafening. I stood there frozen, my heart racing, my mind still trying to catch up with what had just happened. I wiped my lips with the back of my hand, as if I could erase the kiss—the control he had over me. My body trembled, not just from the fear but from the shame of how my emotions were tangled, conflicting. I hated him. I hated what he had done, and yet... the way he held me, kissed me—it made me feel things I didn’t want to admit.How could I be so weak?I collapsed into my office chair, my hands shaking as I pressed them to my forehead. My thoughts spiraled in a million directions. Marcus was dead. Thiago had killed him without a second thought. All because I had dared to question him, to try and uncover the truth. What kind of man was I dealing with?No, this wasn’t just about me. If I stayed with Thiago, if I didn’t push back, who else would he hurt? How long before I became just another casualty of his t
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The Cafe was dimly lit, with the faint buzz of conversations and the clinking of glasses filling the air. I could feel my heart pounding as I sat across from the man who had been feeding me information about Thiago. Something about this meeting felt wrong, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. The moment I arrived, I realized I was losing interest in what he had to say. Every time I looked at him, a nagging voice in my head screamed that I shouldn’t trust him, that I was playing a dangerous game behind Thiago’s back. And for what? More secrets? More lies?“Before we go over to what you want to tell me. There’s something I’d like to ask.” I began, leaning back in my seat, “what’s your motive in all this? Why are you so eager to tell me about Thiago’s dark secrets?”The man smirked, leaning forward, his eyes narrowing. “Let’s just say, I have my reasons. Reasons that are none of your concern.”His response was vague, evasive, and it didn’t sit well with me. I needed answers, not ri
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After Thiago's possessive kiss, I felt my body go numb, my mind racing with questions I didn’t want to ask myself. The man who saved me just moments ago now seemed like both my protector and my captor. Every warning he gave, every word he whispered into my ear only deepened the confusion inside me.As he held me close, I could still feel the ghost of his kiss on my lips. I hated how I had responded, how even a part of me wanted to feel safe in his arms. But this wasn’t safety—this was a cage made of fear and control. His hand was still gently resting on my waist, as if he were holding me in place with ease.“I want to go home,” I whispered, barely able to meet his gaze.Thiago’s thumb brushed my cheek again, but there was no smile on his face, no warmth. He was studying me, reading me, perhaps waiting for me to protest more, to push him further. But I didn’t. I couldn’t.“Of course,” he repeated softly, as if considering the word. He nodded and finally released his grip on me, stepp
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Thiago’s words hung in the air like a challenge, his steady gaze fixed on me as if daring me to contradict him. My fingers curled tighter against my lap, my stubbornness flaring despite the sincerity in his tone.“I’m not some damsel in distress that needs constant saving,” I snapped, glancing out of the car window at the blur of the city lights. “And you can’t just swoop in and expect me to owe you everything.”His grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles whitening. “You can call it whatever you want, Bridgette, but the facts speak for themselves. You were in trouble, and I got you out.”I turned to face him, heat rising to my cheeks. “And I appreciate that, Thiago. But this doesn’t change the fact that I can take care of myself.”He let out a low chuckle, the sound laced with frustration. “Oh, really? Was signing away your inheritance part of your grand plan to take care of yourself?”The jab stung, and I scowled. “That was a distraction, Thiago. It was to buy time.”“You
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Agatha sat across from me in the dimly lit van, her face cold and unyielding. My heart was racing, but I forced myself to stay calm. I had one shot at this, and I needed to execute it perfectly.“Let me call Dad,” I said, keeping my tone neutral. “You can watch me the whole time. If I’m going to sign my life away, I deserve at least one chance to hear his side of things.”Agatha’s suspicious glare remained fixed on me for several tense seconds. Then, with a sharp sigh, she pulled her phone from her pocket and handed it over. “Fine, but no funny business. You’ve got two minutes.”I took the phone, my bound hands fumbling slightly as I dialed the number I knew by heart. As the line connected, I took a deep breath and launched into my performance.“Hello, daddy. It’s Bridgette,” I said, my voice steady despite the thrum of adrenaline coursing through me. “There’s something I’d like to clarify about my inheritance.”I heard Agatha shift in her seat, but I kept my focus on the phone.“I kn
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My wrists throbbed against the tight ropes binding them, but the ache was nothing compared to the storm raging in my mind. Agatha paced before me, her sharp heels clicking against the cold concrete floor of the warehouse. Her face was a picture of calm malice, as if orchestrating my abduction was just another task on her to-do list.I couldn’t believe it. My own step-sister.“Agatha…” My voice came out shaky, but I forced steel into it. “This is insane. Let me go, and we can pretend this never happened. I’ll forget all of it—this whole ridiculous plan.”She stopped abruptly, turning to me with a sneer. “Oh, you’d forget it, don’t you? How noble. But you see, Bridgette, I don’t want you to forget. I want you to comply.”My pulse spiked. “Comply with what?”Her eyes gleamed with a twisted delight as she stepped closer, crouching so that her face was level with mine. “I want you to sign over everything to me. The properties, the shares, the company, all of it. Once Daddy dearest kicks t
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"Oh, Bridgette, you always were the slow one, weren’t you?” Agatha sounded viscous and sarcastic particularly when she adde, “Well, to put it simply, I wanted to kill you that is why I took this all in violence to completely get rid of you, my dearest stepsister."Her words stung, but not as much as the implications of what was happening. I was tied to a chair in what appeared to be a remote cabin—judging by the faint chirping of crickets outside and the musty smell of old wood. My wrists burned against the rope, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the betrayal cutting through me. "You want to kill me." The statement came out flat, emotionless, but inside, my heart was racing like a drumbeat of panic. Agatha's smile widened. "Finally, you’re catching on. Yes, Bridgette. I want you dead. You see, dear sister, you’ve always been in my way. Ever since Daddy married your mother and you came into our lives, you were the golden child, the favorite. Romeo’s precious little prin
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I tapped my foot against the grimy concrete floor of the warehouse, my nerves fraying as the minutes dragged on. The air was stale, the kind that suffocated every thought, leaving behind only a haze of frustration and growing panic. My eyes flicked toward the three men standing near the dim light bulb that cast eerie shadows on their faces. They looked like they belonged in some bad movie—hulking frames, disheveled clothes, and the kind of casual menace that made your skin crawl."Who is this big boss you keep yammering about?" I snapped, my patience worn thin. "You've been playing this secretive game for hours now. Is it that hard to give me a straight answer?"One of them—a grizzled man with a scar running across his cheek—grunted but didn't bother looking at me. The other two exchanged glances, their silence louder than any response they could have given. It was maddening."Nothing to say?" I pushed, trying to inject steel into my voice despite the lump forming in my throat. "At l
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I woke up with a splitting headache, my entire body aching as though I had been trampled. My vision was hazy, and as I blinked against the dim light, the smell hit me first—rust, mildew, and something faintly metallic, like dried blood. The air around me smelled as though it was thick, damp, and suffocating. My heart pounded as I took in my surroundings. I was on a hard, cold floor with cracked concrete beneath me. The whole area was large and poorly lit, with shadows pooling in the corners. A few crates and rusted machinery were scattered about, and the distinct sound of laughter reached my ears. I froze, my breath catching as I realized I wasn’t alone. "Man, this mission's a jackpot!" one of the voices said, rough and slurred. “How much did he say we’re getting?” another chimed in, his tone greedy. “Thousand dollars each, maybe more if we keep her quiet,” the first replied. My stomach turned. Keep me quiet? Who are these people? I shifted slightly, careful not to make
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I couldn’t stop the doubts circling in my mind as I sat in the passenger seat of Thiago’s sleek black car. His expression was unreadable, as it always seemed to be, but there was an edge to his silence that unsettled me. My sudden abduction at the museum replayed in my mind like a fragment that was so confusing, almost similar to a puzzle I couldn’t piece together. It left me questioning myself all of a sudden, on why had Thiago abruptly shown up at the museum annex, of all places? And more importantly, why did those men, who had abducted me, appeared and talked to Thiago as though they were afraid of him? The guard hadn’t even tried to argue with Thiago—he’d just retreated, cowed by his commanding tone and then after a while, they all just left me with Thiago without any fight.It was screaming the obvious that they could be working together. I stole a glance at Thiago. His hands were steady on the wheel, his jaw set with a quiet determination. He looked like a man in control, bu
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My pulse raced as I tried to piece together what had happened. And waking up in a dimly lit room with a throbbing headache wasn’t the most encouraging start. One moment I was wandering through the museum, and the next, I woke up here—wherever here was.The faint scent of dust and mildew filled the air, and the faint hum of distant activity suggested this place wasn’t entirely abandoned. It looked like some sort of storage room, crammed with wooden crates, disassembled furniture, and random artifacts.I sat up, wincing at the ache in my temples, and scanned the room for clues. Two men stood near the door, talking in low voices. They were large, muscular, and exuded the kind of presence that said they weren’t the type to negotiate.Who could have done this?Charles and Jasper immediately came to mind. They had the resources and the audacity to pull something like this. Or maybe Cynthia? The thought of her icy demeanor made my stomach churn. She’d certainly made her disdain for me clear e
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The crisp Miami air was vibrant as Sevi and I strolled through the bustling streets. Our earlier encounter with Thiago at the jewelry store still lingered in my mind, but Sevi seemed determined to shake off the tension by filling the day with more activities. After a short stop for coffee, he turned to me with a boyish grin."You know what Miami is really known for, aside from the beaches and nightlife?" Sevi asked, his enthusiasm contagious."Let me guess," I replied, smirking. "Art?"He nodded, his eyes lighting up. "Exactly. There's this amazing art museum not far from here. I've been meaning to visit it, and since we’re pretending to be the quintessential couple, why not make it a proper date?”I laughed. “Lead the way, art enthusiast.”The Perez Art Museum Miami was breathtaking from the moment we stepped inside. Sunlight poured through massive glass walls, illuminating contemporary exhibits that ranged from the eccentric to the awe-inspiring. The air inside was tinged with the
