When I opened my eyes again, the room was already bathed in the warm embrace of morning light, as if the sun itself had been waiting patiently for me to join the world.
My head pounded slightly, fragments of what happened last night lurking just beyond my memory's grasp.
Yet, the first thing I did was quickly check my clothes. And I felt some sort of ease knowing they were still intact, although messy from lying on the bed all night. Some relief washed over me—I guess nothing had happened with that blonde stranger and me again.
I swung my legs over the edge of the bed to make another escape, but the door creaked open just as I was about to do so.
My heart skipped a beat.
There he stood—the same blonde from the night before was walking in, carefree and undressed in just a bathrobe that hung loosely, revealing his toned abs and chest, and a towel tied around his waist.
He didn’t seem surprised to see me awake.
"And where do you think you’re going, damsel?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips.
For a moment, I was frozen. My eyes widened, captivated by the sight of his chiseled physique, every line and curve sculpted like a masterpiece.
My brain was screaming at me to look away, but my body betrayed me, rooted to where I stood and unable to resist the temptation pulling me to remain staring at his beautiful body that once pressed against mine as he fucked me during our one-night stand.
I could almost feel the drool threatening to form at the corner of my lips, and it was so humiliating that I wish he didn’t notice.
"Do you like what you see, Damsel?" he teased, snapping me back to reality.
I blinked, my cheeks heating up as I quickly denied it. "I—No! Can you put on some damn clothes?"
But instead of backing off, he stepped closer, a playful glint dancing in his eyes. He was closing in, and with every inch he advanced, my resolve crumbled further. The heat between us was electric, making the air thick and suffocating.
My panic instinct flared, and before I could think, I shoved him away, desperate for space to breathe. And that's when his towel slipped from his waist, and I gasped, covering my eyes with my hands before I could see anything more.
He laughed—a deep, rich sound that only added to my embarrassment. "You’ve already seen and felt me, darling. What’s the point of being shy now?"
“You’re nuts!” I protested.
My heart pounded as I heard him make his way to the walk-in closet. "Wait for me outside, damsel," he said over his shoulder.
"No," I snapped, refusing to let him control the situation. "I want to leave right now."
He turned to face me, his expression serious for the first time. “That’s negative. You are not leaving until I say so.”
"And who are you to stop me?" I demanded.
"I’m your darling, remember?" he said, amusement lacing his tone.
I rolled my eyes. "Cut the crap and be serious."
“Well, if you insist on knowing me, I am Thiago Bermudez, but I would prefer you call me darling.” The name felt heavy on my tongue—like it carried weight I wasn’t ready to deal with.
"Now, let me leave, Thiago," I insisted. But he just shook his head, his stance firm.
"I told you that you can’t leave until I say so. Besides, we made a deal, right?"
"A deal?" I echoed, incredulous. "I was drunk last night! That doesn’t count."
He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "Drunk or not, you owe to compensate me before you leave—especially after what you did last night."
My breath got caught up. What did he mean by that?
I watched as he lowered the right side of his robe, revealing a series of hickeys and bite marks on his neck. The sight of them triggered a reel of memories.
What the hell? I couldn’t believe I marked him last night and then promptly vomited on him afterwards.
My face burned with humiliation, and I couldn’t meet his gaze.
“Do you remember now, damsel?” He teased. “So as for your punishment, you will have to agree to becoming my wife as part of the deal.”
Feeling defeated, I had no choice but to oblige. "Fine," I muttered, defeated. "I’ll be your temporary wife, but you’re never touching me again. Got it?"
Thiago smirked, seemingly pleased with my agreement. "We’ll have talk further about that deal. But before we finalize anything, there’s one more thing."
I groaned. "What now?"
"We need to fly back to Miami tonight. There’s an auction I have to attend."
"Miami? Tonight?" I was shocked, as I couldn’t believe I had to return there again just after I only arrived in Monaco yesterday. "Why the rush?" I added asking.
He looked at me, a hint of something unreadable in his eyes. "I want to surprise my former family with my lovely new wife," he lied. I could feel there was more to it that he wasn’t telling me.
My mind raced. I had just arrived in Monaco yesterday, and now I was being whisked back to Miami for that selfish reason?
This was happening too fast. But then I thought about my goal—revenge. Thiago seemed like a rich guy, and if Thiago’s wealth and connections could help me achieve that, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.
Thiago called in a team of stylists and makeup artists to prepare me for the evening. He was annoyingly hands-on in selecting my outfits, his eyes roving over my body with barely concealed desire every time I tried on a new dress.
"Pick your jaw up," I teased after the fifth time I caught him staring. "Or a fly’s going to wander in."
He smirked, clearly enjoying my banter. "I can’t help it. You’re quite the sight."
I didn’t want to admit it, but his words sent a thrill through me. Still, I couldn’t let him get too close. I quickly changed into the dress he had chosen for the auction—something sleek and black that hugged my curves in all the right places.
By the time evening rolled around, Thiago was waiting for me by the door, his eyes widening slightly as he took in my transformation. I smirked inwardly, glad I could still surprise him.
"I don’t think I still need to win anything at the auction," he said, his voice low and smooth. "I’ve already got the prize clinging to my arm," he added, leaning against my ear to whisper.
I rolled my eyes, trying to keep my emotions in check. "Stop that. It cringes." I lied.
When we arrived at the auction, my heart raced. I knew my family would be there, and I was ready to make them pay. I slipped away from Thiago and sneaked into the operator’s room, bribing the visual operator to play a special video I had prepared.
As I watched from a distance, the video played over the large screen, revealing a steamy scene between Derick and Agatha. The room erupted into chaos, and I reveled in the satisfaction of knowing I had exposed them both.
"Bridgette!" My father’s voice boomed through the hall, demanding my presence.
I stepped forward, holding my head high. "Did you like my homecoming gift, Father?"
His face contorted with fury, and his hand shot up, ready to strike. But before the blow could land, Thiago was at my side, his voice a menacing growl. "Dare to touch my wife, and you’ll regret it."
Thiago’s word, "wife," was heavy with domineering authority. My heart suddenly raced and I couldn’t help but ask myself, were we really married?
Thiago's voice was so certain, so commanding, that it felt undeniably true.
“Thiago? You asshole! What did you do to my daughter?” My father’s voice trembled with a mix of anger and familiarity, as if he knew Thiago all too well.
Thiago’s hand lifted, revealing a wedding ring that gleamed with a chilling finality. "You heard me, right?. I said, She’s my wife."
A surge of defiance coursed through me. I couldn’t resist adding fuel to the fire. “Don’t pretend to care about me now. You disowned me, remember? You have no right to speak to me or my husband like that.”
My father's rage faltered, his hand dropping as he took a step back, realizing too late that he’d lost control of this situation.
Meanwhile, Derick and his mother, Cynthia, made their way to face me and Thiago as well. I could sense the fury that twisted Cynthia’s features.
Suddenly, she jabbed a finger in my direction, her voice shrill with rage. "What the hell are you doing with my husband?" she screamed.
"Ex-husband, if I may remember it clearly, we’ve divorced.” Thiago cleared it, humiliating Cynthia.
Beside her, Derick sneered, his eyes glinting with malice. "Well, if it isn’t my worthless ex-stepdad and my barren ex-wife," he taunted, his words dripping with venom.
“Of course, my good for nothing, former stepson.” Thiago replied, as though it didn’t bother him.
I turned to Thiago, my heart racing and my mind spinning. How could this be?
Thiago never once mentioned that the family he spoke of was my own former in-laws. The shock hit me like a freight train—my soon-to-be husband wasn’t just older than me but happened to be my ex-husband’s ex-stepdad as well.
How did I get myself into this weird and awkward mess?
The event at the auction had been nothing short of chaotic. The tension in the room was so thick it felt like I could slice through it with a knife. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat reverberating in my ears as I tried to make sense of everything that had just happened. As the event organizers attempted to calm the storm, Thiago leaned in close to me, so close that I could feel his breath against my ear. “We need to leave. Now,” he whispered, his tone urgent, almost desperate. “Before your former family decides to do something against us.” The way Thiago had spoken to me, the intensity in his gaze—it left me reeling, completely off-balance.A shiver ran down my spine at the urgency in his voice. Without a second thought, I followed him, my mind racing with a million questions. Who was this man, really? Why had he kept silent for so long about his connection to Cynthia, my former mother-in-law? And what was it about Thiago that made my father speak to him as if they were old a
The soft click of the attache case echoed in the otherwise silent room as Thiago set it on the table between us. The tension was palpable, and I found myself holding my breath, unsure of what to expect next. With a practiced ease, he flipped open the case, revealing a stack of documents neatly tucked inside a long brown envelope. His movements were deliberate, almost predatory, as he withdrew the papers and slid them across the table toward me."Read it carefully, damsel," Thiago's voice was smooth, yet it held an undercurrent of command that made my skin prickle. "This contract is binding, and I expect you to understand every clause."I hesitated, my fingers trembling slightly as I reached for the documents. Thiago's eyes were fixed on me, his gaze intense, almost as if he was stripping away every layer of my defenses. It was unnerving, the way he looked at me, and I found it hard to meet his eyes for more than a few seconds. Instead, I focused on the papers before me, hoping that re
The silence that followed Thiago’s declaration was suffocating. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat a reminder of the precipice I was teetering on. There was no denying the danger of the situation, the darkness lurking beneath Thiago’s words. Yet, there was something in his gaze, something almost magnetic, that pulled me in despite the voice in my head screaming at me to walk away.“Alright,” I finally said, my voice steady, betraying none of the turmoil roiling inside me. “Let’s discuss the terms. But make no misleading here, Thiago, this contract will be a partnership, not a dictatorship.”A flicker of something—respect, perhaps—passed through his eyes. He leaned back in his chair, regarding me with a mix of amusement and curiosity, as if he was trying to figure out just how far he could push me. “Very well, damsel,” he drawled, his voice dripping with a lazy charm that belied the seriousness of the moment. “But you’ll find that partnerships can be just as binding as any other
As I walked through the grand doors of Thiago’s mansion, the weight of the ring on my finger felt heavier with every step. The opulence of the place was staggering—marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and gold accents everywhere, a silent reminder of the wealth and power Thiago commanded. But beneath the glittering surface, I could feel the tension, a reminder that I was entering a world where every move mattered.Thiago led me down a corridor lined with portraits of stern-faced ancestors, their eyes seeming to follow me as we passed. The silence was thick, only broken by the soft click of our shoes against the marble. I kept my head high, refusing to let the grandeur intimidate me, but inside, I was already plotting my next move. He stopped in front of a set of double doors and turned to me, his expression unreadable. “This will be our room,” he said, pushing the doors open to reveal a lavishly decorated suite. The room was large enough to house a small family, with a four-poster be
As I stood frozen by the mysterious door, Thiago’s warning echoed in my mind. His words lingered, a tantalizing mix of threat and intrigue. The door seemed to pulse with secrets, its heavy wood almost inviting yet undeniably foreboding. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. Whatever lay behind that door, I knew it was a piece of the puzzle I needed to solve.“I understand,” I said softly, stepping away from the door. My voice barely masked the curiosity simmering beneath my calm exterior.Thiago smiled, a hint of approval in his dark eyes. “Good. Now, let me show you something else.” He gestured toward the opposite room, his hand leading the way. As we walked, the grand opulence of the mansion seemed to recede, replaced by a stark, utilitarian space filled with monitors and blinking lights.“This is my study room,” Thiago announced, his voice taking on a more serious tone. “You can always find me here. For the passcode, just remember 3435.”My head heats up, why doe
That night, after a long day of meetings and observations, Thiago and I sat down for dinner once again. The atmosphere was charged with unspoken tension, the weight of the day’s events hanging between us.“You handled today well,” Thiago remarked, his eyes meeting mine with a mix of approval and scrutiny. “You’ve shown that you can hold your own among my associates.”“Thank you,” I replied, maintaining a composed demeanor. “I believe in putting my best foot forward.”He leaned back in his chair, studying me thoughtfully. “You have potential, Wifey. But potential alone isn’t enough. You need to demonstrate reliability and insight. Tomorrow, your training will begin in earnest. You’ll need to grasp the intricacies of our operations quickly.”“I understand,” I said firmly. “I’m ready to learn and contribute.”Thiago nodded, his expression softening slightly. “Good. Remember, in this world, adaptability is key. You’ll encounter challenges that will test your limits. How you respond to the
Thiago tossed his head with a final trust only to be followed with his ejection as he rained his cum on my belly.Following that, he loomed over me, his presence overwhelming, as he ran a hand down my clit, stroking it gently, his touch both possessive and tender. “You’re mine, Wifey,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “And tonight, is just the start of the many nights I’ll surely pleasure you.”A thrill of both fear and excitement coursed through me as Thiago leaned in, his lips brushing against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. His hands were still at work, slowly penetrating my pussy. I knew I was stepping into dangerous territory, but the way Thiago touched me, the way he claimed me, made it impossible to resist. His lips found mine, and the kiss was anything but gentle. It was a declaration of control, his tongue exploring, demanding a response that I couldn’t withhold. I felt my body yielding to him, drawn into the power of his desire.His hands continued their journ
The revelation from Magda left me reeling, my mind spinning with possibilities and dangers. Thiago’s dark secrets were more than I had anticipated, and the forbidden door had just become the key to my next move. As I quietly made my way back to the bedroom, my thoughts were a whirlwind of strategies and risks.The house was quiet, the only sound the faint rustle of the wind outside. I slipped back into bed beside Thiago, his breathing deep and even. The man who had just hours ago claimed me with such intensity now seemed peaceful, but I knew better than to be fooled by appearances. He was a man of layers, and I was just beginning to peel them back.Sleep didn’t come easily that night. The weight of the code Magda had shared with me lingered in my mind—3435. I replayed the conversation over and over, trying to decipher her warning and the truth hidden behind that door. What would I find there? Evidence of his illegal activities? Or something even darker, tied to his most private desire