As I stormed down and outside the mansion, my thoughts were a whirlwind of anger, frustration, and disbelief. I could barely think straight as I grabbed my coat and swung open the front door of the house. I needed air. I needed to get away, to do something, anything, before I lost my mind.But before I could take a step outside, a familiar figure blocked my path. Thiago.“Where the heck are you going this late, wifey?” His voice was calm, almost too calm for how I felt. He was leaning against the doorframe, his hands in his pockets, like he wasn’t even fazed by everything that had just gone down.“Get out of my way,” I hissed, trying to shove past him, but he didn’t budge.“Wifey, hey stop, hey I said, stop.”“I said get out of my way, Thiago!” My voice cracked, anger and hurt lacing every word. I felt the pressure building in my chest, threatening to explode. How could he just stand there, acting like nothing had happened, after everything Charles had done to me?“I’m not letting you
Thiago held me close, his hand rubbing soothing circles on my back as I rested my head against his chest. For the first time in days, I felt the tension in my body begin to ease. But it wasn’t enough. Not yet.I pulled back slightly, looking up at him. “How are you going to do it? How are you going to take down Charles?”He sighed, brushing a stray lock of hair behind my ear. “It’s not going to be easy. Charles is cunning, and he’s been setting this up for a long time. But he’s made a mistake.”“What mistake?” I asked, needing to hear every detail.Thiago’s jaw clenched, a sharp edge to his gaze. “He underestimated you. He thought you’d crumble under the pressure, that you wouldn’t fight back. And that arrogance is going to cost him.”I swallowed, feeling a flicker of satisfaction. Charles had been so sure of himself, but if there was one thing I had learned over the years, it was that arrogance always led to mistakes. “So what’s the plan?”“We need to hit him where it hurts,” Thiago
The next few days just became more intense, but everything went according to Thiago’s plan. We kept up the facade—me, particularly, pretending to be on the verge of collapse, and Thiago, feigning indifference as Charles continued to push me out of the Bermudez group. Meanwhile, we gathered every piece of evidence we could find. Lucia worked tirelessly, pulling surveillance footage, cross-referencing emails, and even enlisting some of her own contacts to dig deeper into Charles’s shady dealings. Then, the day that we’ve all been waiting for finally came.I sat in my office, pretending to work through the paperwork that Charles had left behind. I knew he was watching me, probably enjoying the sight of what he thought was a defeated woman. But what Charles didn’t know was that Thiago had already set the trap for him.Just after lunch, my phone buzzed. It was a text from Thiago: ‘It’s time. Come to the 14th-floor conference room.’My heart raced as I grabbed my things and left my offi
I couldn’t shake the rush of adrenaline as I stood there in Thiago’s arms, the reality of the situation finally sinking in. Charles was being escorted out of the building, and I could almost hear the whispers spreading like wildfire through the company. This wasn’t over yet, but we’d taken a massive step forward. The board still needed to be convinced, and I needed to reclaim my seat as temporary CEO. And I knew that with Thiago by my side, there would be nothing that I should even worry about..“I can’t believe this is happening,” I whispered, resting my head against his chest. “For a long while I really thought I’d lost everything.”Thiago cup my chin and gently lifted it up, letting me meet his eyes. His expression was serious but filled with something deep. “You won’t ever lost anything, Wifey. While I am around, I will make sure of that.”There was a raw honesty in his voice that I hadn’t expected. It made me realize just how much he had been working behind the scenes, despite t
Now that Charles was out of the picture, I was reinstated as acting CEO again, and I wasted no time in getting my affairs in order. There was no rest to be had. I needed to clear my name with the board and rebuild trust—not just with them, but with the entire company. With what had happened lately, I couldn’t let Charles’ lies taint the legacy I had worked so hard to build.After the board meeting concluded, Thiago and I walked back to my office. He remained silent, but I could tell by the glint in his eyes that there was more to the way he looked at me. I could feel his gaze on me as we entered my office, but I kept my back to him, pretending to review the papers stacked neatly on my desk. Yet, I couldn’t deny how the air was thick with the unspoken tension between us.Finally, I turned to him. "You knew all along, didn’t you? You knew Charles was setting me up from the start." I ask since I couldn’t help myself but want to.Thiago’s lips curled into a slow, knowing smile. "I knew
The days after the revelation about Lucia’s findings that Charles’ ties to the Zorich Group were much more than just simple as he was also the co-founder of the group that was trying to breach in into Bermudez group, my mind couldn’t help but spin with more questions than answers. However, the deeper I dug into the Zorich group's hidden dealings and what could they really be after than just taking whole of Bermudez group, the murkier things just became. But with Thiago's help, however, I was able to stabilize the company a few days after.Until one afternoon, as I left the office, I decided to stop by a small café nearby to unwind from today’s work. I was due for a much-needed break, and while sipping a latte, I poured over the last set of documents Lucia had uncovered. As I lost myself in the pages, I noticed a figure standing in front of me. A woman dressed in an impeccably tailored suit, her black hair pulled into a tight bun, and her eyes sharp with intent. She gave me a practic
The evening of the Zorich Group’s party had finally arrived, and I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the delicate straps of the dress that Thiago had picked out for me. I had initially insisted on choosing something myself, but when Thiago showed me this gown—sleek, shimmering silver with intricate beading that caught the light in all the right places—I couldn’t resist not wearing it. For some reason, my husband has a pretty good taste about choosing occasional dresses for me.Whenever I ask him how he get the perfect taste I would want for a dress, he would often tease me that he always imagine the perfect dress he would want to unwrapped before fucking me hard. And damn that often leave my thighs shaking.I couldn’t blame him. The dress on me was pretty inviting as the fabric hugged my figure perfectly, cascading down to the floor in a flowing silhouette. It was undeniably glamorous, a showstopper, and I felt like royalty.Thiago had outdone himself. I had never seen a dress
The evening unfolding so perfectly that it just makes me feel like I didn’t want it to, or so I thought. Thiago and I had just shared the most incredible dance, lost in each other, wrapped up in a world that felt like it belonged solely to us. I couldn’t stop smiling, feeling lightheaded with the warmth of his words still ringing in my ears. His touch had lifted me from the anger I had felt earlier, watching Derick and Agatha flaunt their sham of a relationship. But nothing could have prepared me for the man I saw next—My father. Romeo Martinez.Of all people, he was the last person I wanted to see at that moment. The minute I spotted him across the room, making his way toward us, my body quickly stiffened. My father's face wore a mask of thinly veiled fury, and I could feel the storm brewing behind those dark, menacing eyes of him.I gripped Thiago’s arm out of fear, already bracing for impact, but it was too late. My father approached me recklessly with such scandalous words as t
The next few days were filled with a sense of impending danger. I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were walking on a tightrope, and any misstep would send everything crashing down. Thiago seemed just as on edge as I was, though he didn’t show it on the surface. But I could see it in his eyes—the same hunger, the same drive, the same readiness for whatever came next.I met him in his office late one afternoon. He was reviewing documents, his sharp gaze scanning the pages with an intensity that was almost unsettling."Thiago," I said softly, stepping into his space. He didn’t look up, but I could feel the tension in his posture. "Leah called me last night."His eyes flicked up to meet mine, narrowing slightly. "What did she want?"I hesitated, then told him everything she had said. "She thinks she can make a deal, but I don’t trust her. This isn’t over."Thiago placed the papers down carefully, then stood, crossing the room to stand in front of me. His presence was overwhelming, and fo
The city skyline shimmered under the evening lights as I stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of Thiago's penthouse. The weight of recent events pressed heavily on my shoulders. Leah's calculated moves had thrown our world into disarray, and the revelation of her betrayal still echoed in my mind.Thiago entered the room, his expression a mix of concern and determination. "Bridgette," he began, his voice steady, "we need to talk."I turned to face him, searching his eyes for answers. "About Leah?"He nodded. "She's not just targeting the company; she's targeting us—our relationship, our future."I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing thoughts. "We can't let her win."He approached, taking my hands in his. "Then let's fight back. Together."The next morning, Lucia, Marcus, and I convened in the conference room. The atmosphere was tense, the air thick with anticipation.Lucia began, "We've traced the leak to a secure server. Only a handful of people had access."Marcus added,
The days that followed felt like a slow, meticulous countdown. The taste of victory was still fresh, but the knowledge that the war was far from over lingered in the back of my mind. Leah was not one to surrender easily, and I knew she'd find another way to fight back. But for now, the cards were in our hands.Thiago had been unusually quiet since the meeting, his focus sharp, but there was an intensity in his eyes that I couldn’t shake off. As if he was preparing for something I couldn’t yet see.I sat across from him one evening in the penthouse, papers scattered in front of me, but my thoughts were far from the numbers on the page. My mind kept wandering to Leah—how she had looked at me when she left the room, her smile not one of defeat, but of patience, like she was biding her time. That worried me more than any immediate retaliation.Thiago leaned forward, breaking my thoughts. "You’re thinking about her, aren’t you?"I met his gaze, not surprised that he had read me so easily.
By noon, I couldn’t pretend the walls weren’t closing in.The silence after Leah’s visit wasn't the kind that gave you peace—it was the kind that echoed. Every word she’d said, every warning she dripped like poison, kept looping in my mind like a cursed song I couldn’t turn off.Thiago was mine long before you walked into his life.You’re carrying a weapon.I stood in the shower longer than necessary, letting the water scald away the chill that had crept beneath my skin. But no matter how hard I scrubbed, I couldn’t rinse her off me.When I stepped out, I found Thiago waiting.He didn’t knock. He just stood there in the doorway, sleeves rolled, tie gone, shirt clinging to him like armor that no longer fit.“You’ve been quiet,” he said.“So have you.”He stepped inside, shutting the door behind him like he was sealing us off from the world.“You want to yell at me?” he asked. “Do it. I can take it.”I didn’t yell. I dried my hands on a towel, then looked at him square in the eyes.“Was
The next morning, I didn’t wake up to the usual soft chime of my alarm or the scent of espresso brewing from Thiago’s automated machine. I woke up to silence.Too much silence.The kind that settles like a fog in the bones, whispering that something has shifted. That something is wrong.I sat up, the silk sheets slipping off my skin as I reached for my phone. No new messages. No updates from Lucia or Marcus. Not even a single email from the security firm Thiago had commissioned. The stillness wasn’t peace—it was calculated quiet.Someone had pulled the plug.I moved quickly, throwing on one of Thiago’s button-downs, not bothering to fasten every button as I padded across the floor, phone in hand. I headed straight for the control panel by the wall—one that synced to the penthouse’s surveillance and internal comms. The screen lit up. Offline.“What the hell?”I tapped the screen again. Nothing.“Thiago?” I called out. No answer. My voice echoed back at me.That’s when the hairs on the
Bridgette’s POVI stood in front of the penthouse window, watching the city lights blink below me. Everything looked so peaceful from here, but I knew better. Behind the glimmering exterior, everyone was moving, plotting, fighting, hiding. Even the glass separating me from the world below felt like a wall between reality and illusion.Thiago had done his part—leaving no stone unturned, going after every single person who might have leaked information about my pregnancy. At least, that’s what he said. But that wasn’t enough. I couldn’t rely entirely on him. This was my fight too. And I wasn’t about to be dragged into a game I didn’t understand.I let out a long breath and walked back to the table, picking up the digital tablet in front of me. Lucia, Marcus, and the rest of the team were still waiting for the next move. There were no comforting words from Thiago; just the calculated look in his eyes whenever he saw me. He seemed pleased with the progress. He was the kind of man who belie
Bridgette’s POVThe war room atmosphere had descended on the office.Lucia, Marcus, and a handful of trusted executives gathered in the conference room, their faces grim. Even the interns sensed the tension and kept their heads down. No one wanted to be in the crossfire, not when the walls seemed to have ears—and possibly eyes.I stood at the head of the table, arms crossed, scanning the room.“This leak wasn’t random,” I said. “Someone here is feeding intel. And considering how quickly it reached the public… it had to come from someone high up.”Lucia nodded in agreement, tapping at her tablet. “We traced the earliest gossip back to an anonymous tip sent to three digital tabloids. Same language. Same phrasing. It wasn’t a coincidence.”Marcus leaned back in his chair, arms folded. “And you’re thinking it was someone in this room?”I didn’t flinch. “I’m thinking someone in this room knows who.”The silence was deafening.Thiago’s POVI arrived midway through the meeting, my presence d
The next few hours felt like I was walking through a fog, each step heavy with the weight of what was at stake. The note had shaken me more than I cared to admit, but it was also a wake-up call. I couldn’t let this go unnoticed. Not now.I grabbed my phone, dialed Marcus’s number, and pressed it to my ear. The ringing felt like an eternity.“Bridgette,” he answered, voice smooth, like he hadn’t just been part of the most volatile corporate environment I’d ever been in.“Marcus,” I said, keeping my tone level. “I need to know if you’ve had anything to do with the leak.”There was a long pause, longer than I expected.“Bridgette, you know I don’t get involved in... sensationalist games. That’s not my style,” he replied. The casualness of his words didn’t sit right.“I’m not asking about style. I’m asking about leaks.” I pressed, my voice tightening. “You had access to sensitive information, and I need to know if you gave it to anyone.”There was another beat of silence before Marcus spo
[BRIDGETTE'S POV]The sound of Thiago’s breathing lulled me. Slow. Steady. Unshaken.I hated that.How could he lie there like he wasn’t on the edge of something catastrophic? Like our whole reality hadn’t shifted the second I handed him that test?Maybe it had always been this way—me unraveling in silence while he anchored us with that dangerous, deliberate calm.I lifted my head slightly, just enough to watch him sleep. His face looked younger like this. Less ruthless. The weight of control he always carried had slipped off, if only for the night.I should’ve felt safer. I didn’t.I felt... seen.And being seen terrified me more than the test ever could.I slipped out of bed before dawn, dragging the blanket with me like armor. My feet found the cold marble of the penthouse floor, but I didn’t flinch.I needed space.Not to run—Just to breathe.The bathroom lights were too harsh, so I settled on the balcony. The city was just waking up. Lights blinking to life like a million eyes f