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TRAPPED WITH MY DAD'S BESTFRIEND CHAPTER 66
The warmth of Thiago’s lips lingered on mine, and I felt my breath hitch slightly as I pulled back to meet his eyes. There was something different in his gaze now—an intensity, yes, but something softer, something more vulnerable. I had said the words. I had told him I loved him. And now, the moment hung between us, fragile and full of possibilities.I waited, my heart pounding in my chest as I searched his face for his reaction. Would he say it back? Would he laugh it off? I wasn’t sure what to expect, but what I got was a smile—a genuine, slow, breathtaking smile that made my knees feel weak.“I’ve been waiting for you to say that,” Thiago said softly, his voice carrying a rare gentleness that made me feel exposed.I blinked, trying to process his words. He’d been waiting for this? My heart fluttered, a mixture of relief and confusion. I opened my mouth to respond, but the words got stuck, and I looked away, suddenly shy in a way I hadn’t felt in a long time."It wasn’t easy for me,
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The morning of the international expo dawned bright, but the knot in my stomach was far from easy to ignore. This was the day—the event that could make or break my standing as the acting CEO of Bermudez Group. I had meticulously planned everything, left nothing to chance—or so I thought.Lucia and I arrived at the venue early to oversee the setup. The expo hall was buzzing with energy, a sea of booths and displays from companies all over the world, each vying for attention. Our booth was supposed to be a showstopper, with the centerpiece being a cutting-edge 3D design that Javier from the procurement division had been responsible for. It was crucial to our presentation. But, of course, things rarely go as planned.I stared at the empty display where the 3D design should have been. My phone clutched tightly in my hand while I listened to Javier’s stammered excuses on the other end of the line.“What do you mean it’s going to delivered late?” I snapped, pacing back and forth. My heart
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A moment later, the panel judge arrived—a middle-aged man with sharp eyes and an air of authority. He approached the booth with an appraising gaze, and I stepped forward to greet him.“Good morning,” I said, offering a warm smile. “I’m Bridgette Martinez, acting CEO of Bermudez Group. Thank you for taking the time to visit our booth.”The judge nodded, his eyes sweeping over the setup. “Mrs. Bermudez, I’ve heard a lot about Bermudez Group. I’m looking forward to seeing what you’ve brought to the table.”I gestured to the LED screens, where our promotional videos played in a seamless loop. “We’re showcasing our latest projects and inno
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With the 3D design finally in place, our booth transformed into something breathtaking. The LED screens lit up with vibrant images of Bermudez Group’s latest projects, and the 3D model projected an immersive view of our most ambitious real estate developments.Lucia and I stood back for a moment, admiring the setup. It had come together better than I had hoped, given the rocky start.“Wow,” Lucia whispered, her eyes wide. “It’s amazing, Madame CEO. I knew we could pull it off, but this? It’s stunning.”I nodded, feeling the same sense of pride. “Yeah, definitely, we
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Days after the expo…The mood in my office was light, even buoyant, as Marcus popped the cork off the bottle of champagne. Lucia cheered, and I couldn’t help but laugh as bubbles fizzed up and spilled over the edge of the bottle.“To our fearless Madame CEO!” Marcus said with a grin, handing me the first glass. “You really pulled off a miracle at the expo.”I raised my glass, trying to suppress the modest smile tugging at my lips. “I couldn’t have done it without the two of you. If anyone deserves a toast, it’s you both. You kept everything together when things almost went off the rails.”Lucia shook her head, pouring herself a glass. “Come on, Madame CEO. You’re the one who kept us calm. If it weren’t for you, I’d have probably been a nervous wreck the moment that panel judge showed up early.”I laughed, recalling how pale Lucia had gone when we’d been told about the judge’s sudden appearance. “Well, I might’ve been panicking on the inside, but outwardly, I had to keep it cool.”“And
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I stormed out of the boardroom, my head spinning with everything Charles had just thrown at me. This couldn’t be real—he couldn’t just walk in here and claim the chairman position without any warning, without Thiago saying a word. As I made my way through the halls of the Bermudez Group building, I pulled out my phone, my hands trembling with a mix of anger and disbelief. Thiago. I needed to hear from him. I didn’t bother sending a text; I called him directly, pacing in the corridor as the phone rang, each unanswered buzz only fueling my frustration. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Thiago answered."Hello, wifey," he greeted in that calm, almost teasing tone he often used, but this time, it only grated on my nerves.“We need to talk,” I snapped, not bothering with pleasantries. “Right now.”There was a brief pause before he answered, his voice softening. “What happened? Are you okay?”Completelyh ignoring his question, I immediately replied, “I’m coming over to your plac
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The next morning, I arrived at the office earlier than usual, still feeling the lingering weight of my conversation with Thiago the night before. His reassurance had settled some of my nerves a bit, but not all. Charles Bermudez was still a problem, and I wasn’t about to let him keep disrupting my work.When I stepped into my office, however, I instantly felt something was off. My desk that was usually spotless and way too well put together was now messed up. My personal files were usually in a controlled state of chaos, but everything now looked disorganised and unsightly. That’s when I noticed him—Charles—sitting casually in the chair behind my desk, rifling through my paperwork as if he had every right to be there.That was when my blood boiled.“Excuse me,” I said, my voice sharp as I stormed into the room. “What the hell do you think you’re doing in my office?”Charles glanced up from the files with that same smug, arrogant smile he’d worn at the board meeting yesterday. “Ah, goo
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Lucia walked further inside my office, closing the door behind her and pulling up a chair beside my desk. She began helping by arranging those files and documents that Charles had messed around earlier.Following that, she then looked at me with her usual supportive, yet curious, expression."Let me guess," she said, folding her arms. "Charles isn’t going away quietly, is he?"I let out a long sigh, rubbing my temples as I tried to calm the frustration bubbling inside. "No, he’s not. He was in here this morning, Lucia—like inisde my office, going through my files like he had every right to be here."
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The safe house had become a hive of activity. Raven's team worked tirelessly in the adjacent room, their voices a murmur of urgency and determination. Bridgette sat at the kitchen counter, her laptop open as she scanned through encrypted documents Thiago had shared. Despite the recent kiss that lingered in her mind, there was no time to dwell on it—not with the storm brewing outside.Thiago entered the room, his presence commanding as always. "Raven thinks the intel we intercepted might lead us to Justin's offshore accounts. If we can get there first..." He trailed off, his eyes scanning her face."You think it'll be enough to cripple him?" Bridgette asked, closing the laptop."It has to be." His tone left no room for doubt. "But there's more. Raven found a name on the list of transactions—your father’s."Bridgette’s heart sank. "What?"Thiago handed her a tablet. On the screen was a series of financial transfers, all linked to Justin’s alias. One, dated months earlier, bore her fathe
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The days following our escape from the entity were a blur of planning and paranoia. Thiago and I stayed low in a safe house deep in the mountains, its isolation our only shield. The energy from the encounter lingered in the air like a storm waiting to break, and neither of us could shake the feeling that the entity was watching us even now.Thiago spent hours poring over old files and encrypted notes on his laptop, trying to find any mention of the program or experiment that had unleashed the creature. I tried to distract myself by organizing the sparse supplies in the cabin, but the silence between us was heavy.Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore."You can’t just keep staring at the screen, Thiago," I said, slamming the pantry door. "We need a plan."He didn’t look up. "We’re making a plan.""No," I snapped. "You’re hiding. There’s a difference."His head shot up, eyes narrowing. "You think I’m hiding? After everything I’ve done to keep us alive?""I think you’re avoiding the fact t
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The cold night air stung my lungs as Thiago led me through the dense forest. His grip on my hand was firm, almost bruising, but I didn’t complain. The distant sound of shouting and barking dogs sent chills down my spine.“They’re tracking us,” I whispered.“They won’t catch us,” Thiago replied, his voice a mix of determination and fury.We moved swiftly, our footsteps muffled by the thick carpet of pine needles. The device in my arms beeped softly, its persistent glow casting an eerie light. Thiago glanced at it, his jaw tightening.“We’re not out of this yet,” he muttered.Ahead, the forest opened into a narrow clearing. A rusted truck sat abandoned at the edge, its windows smashed and vines curling around the tires.“Stay here,” Thiago instructed, slipping his gun into his waistband as he approached the vehicle.“Is it even working?” I asked, skeptical.He opened the driver’s door, fiddling with wires under the dashboard. Moments later, the engine roared to life, sputtering but stea
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The revelation of Marlene's involvement sent shockwaves through me. My stepmother—someone I had thought was distant and disinterested—was apparently orchestrating events far more dangerous than I could have imagined. My mind raced, trying to piece together how Marlene fit into the puzzle.Thiago’s grip tightened on the device, his knuckles white. “We need to find a secure place to disable this before the timer runs out,” he said, his voice low and urgent. “And then, we confront her.”I nodded numbly, my thoughts a whirlwind. “Where do we go?”“There’s a safe house nearby,” Thiago replied, already pulling out his phone to send a quick text. “Marcus will meet us there.”The woods around us felt suffocating, each shadow hiding a potential threat. We moved quickly, Thiago keeping me close, his gaze scanning the surroundings. Every crack of a twig or rustle of leaves made my heart leap, but Thiago’s calm presence kept me grounded.Finally, we reached the edge of the woods, where a black ca
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The SUVs behind us roared closer, their engines a deep growl that sent chills down my spine. Marcus swerved sharply, trying to shake them off, but they matched every move, determined to catch us.“Thiago,” I hissed, my voice barely audible over the chaos. “What now?”Thiago reached under his seat and pulled out a handgun. His movements were calm, methodical, as if he had done this countless times before. “We fight.”“What?” I gaped at him. “Are you insane? There’s no way we—”“Stay low,” he barked, cutting me off. “Marcus, take the back roads. I’ll handle the rest.”Marcus nodded grimly and yanked the steering wheel to the left, sending the car skidding onto a narrow dirt path. The SUVs followed without hesitation, their headlights cutting through the dense darkness. The bumpy terrain made it harder to keep my balance, but I held on tightly, my heart pounding in my chest.Thiago rolled down his window and leaned out, firing off a series of shots. One of the SUVs veered off course, cras
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Time seemed to freeze as Lucas leveled the gun at me, his finger teasing the trigger. My breath caught, my body stiff, paralyzed by the sheer intensity of the moment. Thiago’s voice cut through the chaos like a sharp blade.“Bridgette, stay down!”The roar of another gunshot shattered the air. It wasn’t Lucas who fired—but Marcus. His aim was sharp, his bullet grazing Lucas’s hand. The gun clattered to the ground as Lucas let out a furious snarl, clutching his injured hand.“Get the girl!” Lucas barked to his men, his voice full of venom.Two of them broke from the fray and made a beeline toward me. Thiago moved faster, stepping in front of me like a human shield. His movements were precise and fluid, his punches landing with brutal efficiency.I scrambled backward, clutching the fake documents. My father was slumped against a stack of crates, his breath shallow but alive. Relief surged through me, but it was fleeting—Lucas wasn’t done.“Enough!” Lucas bellowed, his voice echoing thro
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The message on Marcus's phone glared back at me like a sinister omen. "We have your father. Time’s up."My knees buckled, and I slumped into the chair as my heart thundered in my chest. The room felt suffocating, the air thick with dread. I had been chasing pieces of a puzzle for so long—Thiago’s secrets, Lucas’s manipulations, Marlene’s schemes—but now the stakes were sharper, and time had run out.Marcus’s voice cut through the haze. “Bridgette, we can’t act rashly. That’s exactly what they want.”I whipped my head toward him, my voice trembling. “They have my father, Marcus! You expect me to sit here while Lucas—”“We don’t know how deep this goes yet,” Marcus interrupted, his voice level but firm. “Thiago’s working to uncover the rest. Going back now, alone, is suicide.”I clenched my fists, standing abruptly. “I don’t care. If anything happens to him—”“Stop.”Marcus grabbed my shoulders, forcing me to look at him. His calm exterior was cracking; I could see it in his eyes.“Do y
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Marcus’s grip on my arm was unrelenting as he dragged me toward the far side of the airstrip, where a black SUV sat idling. My feet stumbled over loose gravel, my mind still spinning from the explosion and the impossible choice Lucas had thrown at me.“Marcus, what the hell is happening?” I gasped, wrenching my arm free as we reached the car.“Not here,” he snapped, yanking the door open. “We don’t have time, Bridgette. Get in!”I froze, glancing back toward the smoke-filled chaos. Figures moved in the haze—Lucas barking orders, Thiago fighting to break free from the armed men—but Marcus’s urgency pulled me back.“Bridgette!” he barked.Reluctantly, I climbed into the car. The moment the door slammed shut, Marcus floored the gas pedal, and we shot down the darkened road away from the airstrip. I whipped around in my seat, my gaze locked on the rearview mirror, searching for any sign of pursuit.“Where are you taking me?” I demanded, my voice tight with panic and suspicion.“To safety,
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The sleek black car came to a halt just outside the airstrip, the rumble of the engine fading into the tense silence between Thiago and me. My heart pounded as I glanced out the window, taking in the shadowy figures near a private jet.Agatha was there, unmistakable even under the dim lights. Her sharp features and the confident way she moved sent a wave of fury coursing through me. But it wasn’t just her presence that unnerved me—it was the figure stepping down from the jet.A man.Tall, with an air of authority and menace, he carried himself like someone who was used to being obeyed without question. His face was unfamiliar, but something about him made my stomach twist.“Who is that?” I asked, my voice low.Thiago’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles white. “Lucas Hensley,” he said, his voice grim. “He’s the head of the network I’ve been fighting against. And if he’s here… it’s worse than I thought.”“Worse how?”“He doesn’t come out into the open unless he’s about
