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TRAPPED WITH MY DAD'S BESTFRIEND CHAPTER 47
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,
TRAPPED WITH MY DAD'S BESTFRIEND CHAPTER 48
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
TRAPPED WITH MY DAD'S BESTFRIEND CHAPTER 49
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
TRAPPED WITH MY DAD'S BESTFRIEND CHAPTER 1
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
TRAPPED WITH MY DAD'S BESTFRIEND CHAPTER 2
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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