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
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
The tension was thick, wrapping around me like a cold blanket as we drove in silence. Thiago hadn’t said a word since the call, his anger simmering beneath the surface. I could feel it in the air, like a storm waiting to break. I sat stiffly beside him, my hands clenched in my lap, heart racing from the revelations of the past hour—illegal firearms, smuggling, and now, whatever this was.I’d never imagined this side of Thiago’s empire. Sure, I knew he had a dark side, but this—illegal firearms? Smuggled luxury cars? The sheer danger of it all sent my mind spiraling. And the way he had pulled me into it, without so much as a warning... it felt like I was falling deeper into a world I didn’t recognize. A world where Thiago was both a king and a tyrant.The car came to a stop outside a dimly lit building, the air heavy with impending confrontation. Thiago stepped out without a word, his shoulders rigid with fury. I followed hesitantly, my heart pounding in my chest. The building loome
His words reverberated through me, the intensity of them sinking into my very core. I could feel his need, his anger, his desire all blending together in the way his hands moved over my body—and it was so possessive.Thiago’s grip tightened around my ass as he pulled me even closer, his mouth never leaving my skin as he glide down to suck my clivage. I wanted his kisses more that I voluntarily undress my top exposing my breast with my plumpy erected nipples.His eyes softened as though he liked the scene before his face, “They’re lovely, wifey. As though they inviting me to suck them.”I leaned in beside his ear and said, “Then be my guest, darling.” With a teasing sense. Thiago obliged and sucked one of my nippled and the hardness it has a moment ago softened the moment Thiago’s wet and warm tongue curled around it. It made me silent squirm as I bit his left earlobe and I think it must have triggered him more as his cocked hardened inside his pants.It made me become so curious abou
The following days blurred into a mix of meetings, reports, and endless tasks. I tried to throw myself into work, letting it be my escape, my shield from the chaotic whirlwind that had become my personal life, especially after what I learned about Thiago.Lucia was in and out of my office more than usual, juggling paperwork, reminders, and upcoming events. “Madame CEO, please don’t forget, we have the expo coming up in two weeks,” Lucia said, placing another stack of documents on my desk. She gave me a sympathetic look, probably seeing the exhaustion written all over my face.“I haven’t forgotten, Lucia. Don’t worry. Email me the details of the exhibitors, we need to make sure Bermudez Group’s booth would stand out.” I replied, forcing a smile. I hadn’t had a proper night’s sleep in days, but I didn’t have time to stop. Not now. Not with everything coming up. The workload was unrelenting—projects, expos, presentations. Every day I left the office late, my body aching, my mind buzzi
I dared not to provoke him.As much as possible, I didn’t want to get him serious about fucking me infront of the board members.And so, the tension between Thiago and me had grown unbearable. His every stolen moment, every whispered word, sent my mind spinning. It was like a constant push and pull, an invisible tether that neither of us could break. And the worst part? I wasn’t sure why I wanted to.Days passed, and I found myself tangled deeper in Thiago’s web, despite my best efforts to focus on work. Lucia, ever diligent, noticed the change in me but thankfully said nothing. Instead, she continued to bring me updates, event schedules, and project reports, as if pretending I was still the same focused Bridgette who had everything under control.But nothing was under control. Least of all, me.One evening, after hours at the office, I sat in my chair, rubbing my temples, trying to ward off an impending headache. The office was quiet; most of the staff had left for the day. I was fi
I was about to fall asleep on the living area when I heard him opened the room’s door—Thiago never waited for an invitation when he decided to invade my space. I groaned and reluctantly stood up, brushing my hair back with my hands as I padded toward the door.Opening it, I found him standing there in his usual casual yet commanding style. He wore a simple black shirt and dark jeans, but somehow, he always managed to make even the most basic clothing look like a tailored power suit. His dimmed oceanic blue eyes flicked over me, taking in my tired state, and he gave me that smug smile that made my stomach do an unwanted flip."You didn't have to come home early," I said, trying to sound annoyed, but the exhaustion and my faltering willpower made my voice weaker than I intended."Of course, I did," Thiago replied, stepping inside without waiting for permission. He moved with the confidence of someone who owned the place, which, in many ways, he did—at least in the sense that he owned m
For a while, my thoughts was clouded by storm of confusion and exhaustion. How could I even begin to confess to him that I love him when I know for sure that what was only binding us two were the contract and desire for my body.Although Thiago had been telling me that he wanted to move forward with our relationship, I am still hesitant that we might just fall apart if we pursued this. I mean, I still have goals of inflicting revenge against my father, my ex-husband and stepsister.My heart may say that I want to but my mind was preoccupied with thoughts of my purpose for accepting the deal with Thiago in the first place.Suddenly, Thiago stirred slightly in his sleep, his hand twitching as if reaching for me even in dreaming state. It was like he couldn’t bear to be apart from me, even for a moment. And maybe that’s what terrified me the most—that I had let myself become so intertwined with him that stepping back felt impossible.With a deep sigh, I turned away from the bed, needing
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