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
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
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
I sat there, holding Emma’s hands, trying to calm the whirlwind of thoughts swirling inside me. I knew she was right—I couldn’t keep this up. But leaving Thiago? That felt impossible. He was everywhere, in every corner of my life. I wasn’t sure I could disentangle myself from him, not without consequences. And apart from that, my confession that I must be falling for him was more than enough reason why it was too hard for me to just leave this life.Emma squeezed my hands again, pulling me back to the present. “Look, Bridgette,” she said softly, “I know this is hard. You must be overthinking that what you’re feeling towards him was love. What you need is someone who would tell you to wake up from that hallucination. And thankfully, you’ve got me. I am here to help you figure out how would you get out from this mess.”Her words were like a lifeline, but they also made me realize how much danger I could be putting her in by involving her. Thiago wasn’t the kind of man who let go easily
I barely had a moment to catch my breath after closing the door behind me before I felt his presence—like a storm rolling in, silent but heavy. Thiago’s hands were around my waist before I could even turn, his body heat radiating against my back. He didn’t say a word at first, only pulling me closer until my back was flush against his chest.“Finally,” his voice rumbled low in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “I’ve been growing... impatient.”His lips brushed the sensitive spot on my neck, and I stiffened. I knew where this was headed. “Thiago,” I started, trying to turn around in his grip, “Emma is my bestfriend—”“I don’t care about your friend, Wifey.” His tone was curt, dismissive. “What I care about... is you and your punishment that has been delayed.” He emphasized his point by spinning me around to face him, his oceanic blue eyes locking onto mine. His fingers lifted my chin, forcing me to hold his gaze. “Tell me, wifey, what did you talk about?”A pit formed in my stoma
I barely had time to react when Thiago’s voice, smooth and deadly, curled into my ear, “Tonight, you’ll be punished terribly, wifey,” he whispered, his tone dripping with dangerous delight. “I’ll cruely tease you until you’re lost in your own desire, unsure whether you’ll want me to stop or begging for me to fuck you more.” His words sent a shiver down my spine, anticipation and shock tangling together inside me. Before I could protest, he yanked my skirt and panties down in one swift motion, exposing me completely. His eyes roamed over me with that same predatory grin as he licked his lower lip, kneeling before me as though worshipping something forbidden.My breath hitched when his tongue met my clit, a slick, skilled glide that made my body jolt in pleasure. I clutched the bedspread, trying to keep my composure, but the sensation of Thiago’s tongue swirling over me was too much, too overwhelming. “Darling…” I gasped, barely able to form the words as I felt his mouth working me in
The next day arrived with an oppressive weight hanging over me, a gnawing sense of dread that intensified as noon approached. Thiago’s message from last night had haunted my thoughts, making sleep impossible. Now, sitting in my office, I was counting down the minutes, trying to calm the anxiety bubbling inside me.Lucia had texted me earlier, confirming our meeting for the next morning. That brought me some comfort, knowing I had someone I could trust in this mess. But today, I had to face Thiago alone, and I couldn’t help but feel that this confrontation would be different—more dangerous.At exactly noon, I heard the unmistakable sound of Thiago’s heavy footsteps approaching my office door. I straightened up, bracing myself as the door swung open.There he stood, immaculate in his tailored suit, exuding control and power. But there was something else—something darker—in his expression today. His eyes locked onto mine, and I couldn’t help but shiver under his intense gaze.“Wifey,” he
As I stood there, my body still trembling from the intensity of Thiago’s punishment the other night and now this, a strange calm settled over me. It was the aftermath of something I couldn’t quite describe—pleasure mixed with a dangerous kind of satisfaction, the kind that made me question where the boundaries between lust and control blurred.Thiago shifted beside me, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin, sending shivers down my spine. “What’s on your mind, wifey?” he asked, his voice softer now, almost teasing, but I could still hear the edge of dominance lurking beneath it.I bit my lip, unsure of how to answer. What was on my mind? really?The truth was, I didn’t even know anymore. Being with Thiago was like being on a constant rollercoaster—one moment I was fighting against him, and the next, I was drowning in the pleasure he knew how to bring out of me. It left me feeling off-balance, vulnerable. But in the same breath, I wanted more.“I don’t know…” I finally admitted
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
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
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
"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
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
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
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
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
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