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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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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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The room was dimly lit, but that didn’t hide the cold steel glint of guns and rifles lining the walls. My heart pounded in my chest as I took in the sight, feeling like I had just walked into a nightmare. I hadn’t been prepared for this — not in a million years. “Thiago… what is this?” I asked, my voice trembling as I pointed toward the wall of firearms. My throat was tight, and a sinking feeling settled deep in my stomach. He leaned casually against the desk, watching me with those calculating eyes of his, arms crossed over his chest. “I told you, Bridgette. I wanted to be honest with you,” he said, his voice calm, like he was telling me what we were having for dinner. “This is part of my other underground business. It’s where most of my profits come from.”I blinked, trying to process his words, but they made no sense. My mind felt foggy, like I was drowning in confusion and disbelief. “Selling smuggled guns? Thiago, you’re telling me you’re involved in… illegal firearms?” My voic
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As I walked into the museum where Sevi and I last went, the museum was already close and I had to resort to looking for a nearby cafe. The familiar scent of roasted coffee beans and freshly baked pastries wrapped around me like a warm hug. My eyes scanned the room, landing on him instantly. Sevi sat at our usual table near the window, his brows furrowed as he stared intently at his phone. He looked up just as I approached, and the tension in his face melted into a relieved smile."Bridgette!" he exclaimed, standing so quickly his chair scraped against the floor. "Where have you been? I’ve been worried sick! Do you even know how many times I called you?"I forced a smile, feeling a pang of guilt at the concern etched on his face. “I’m sorry, Sevi. I should’ve called you back earlier. Things got... complicated.”“Complicated?” he repeated, his voice rising slightly. “That’s all you’re going to say? You disappear, don’t answer your phone, and now you just show up like it’s nothing?”I s
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I tightened my grip on my bag as I followed Thiago into the police station, the sharp scent of disinfectant mingling with the hum of activity around us. My heels clicked against the tiled floor, each step feeling heavier than the last. This was the last place I wanted to be, but Thiago had insisted—no, demanded—that I file my statement against Agatha. He didn’t care that I felt exposed, or that every moment spent here reminded me of the tangled web of family betrayals I’d tried so hard to escape.“It won’t take long,” Thiago said as he opened the door to the interview room for me. His tone was firm but not unkind. “Just tell them exactly what happened. The more solid your statement, the stronger the case against her.”“I know how this works,” I muttered, stepping inside. “But don’t think for a second that this is me giving in to your demands.”He didn’t respond, only giving me one of his unreadable looks before gesturing for me to sit. The officer assigned to take my statement—a ster
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Thiago’s car glided through the streets behind the police convoy, the tension in the air between us thick enough to cut with a knife. I glanced out the window, trying to distract myself from his earlier question. “Will you already believe me when I say that the only safest place you’ll ever be is by my side?”” His words echoed in my mind, stirring a mix of emotions I wasn’t ready to face.“Are you going to answer me, Wifey?” Thiago’s voice broke through my thoughts, smooth but edged with the insistence that always made my temper flare.I turned to him sharply. “First of all, stop calling me that. Second, just because you played hero today doesn’t mean I’m moving back to Sevi with you.”Thiago’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, his jaw clenching. “You’re being reckless again. Agatha is behind bars, but that doesn’t mean you’re safe. You need protection.”“I can protect myself,” I snapped, crossing my arms. “I’ve been doing it my whole life.”He scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping h
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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
