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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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The tension between us crackled like static electricity as I followed Thiago back to our room. Each step felt like walking a tightrope stretched taut over a chasm, where one misstep could plunge me into an abyss I might never escape from. His commanding presence, so overwhelming, made it hard to breathe, but I refused to show weakness. Not now, not ever.As we entered the bedroom, Thiago turned to face me, his expression softening, a mask that belied the darkness I’d just glimpsed in his forbidden room. "You should get some sleep, Wifey," he said, his voice a smooth, velvety contrast to the cold, dangerous edge that had hung between us moments before.I nodded, too exhausted to argue. My mind was a whirlpool of conflicting emotions, trying to process everything that had just happened. The revelation of his hidden lair, the chilling truth of his past, and the twisted affection he harbored for me—each weighed heavily on my heart. But one thing was clear: I needed to find a way out of th
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As Thiago started the car, the engine's low rumble reverberated through my body, heightening the tension between us. The silence that followed was thick, punctuated only by the occasional sound of the city as we drove through the streets. I could feel his eyes on me whenever we stopped at a light, a smoldering gaze that made my skin prickle with awareness.Even as Thiago drive and focus on the road, I could feel he was having a hard time because of the bulge he has. At the heat of the moment, I suddenly had this fantasy of blowing him in the car. As I sat beside Thiago, my mind wandered to darker thoughts, imagining scenarios that could give me the upper hand. What if he finally showed his true colors? If Thiago became violent, it would be the perfect excuse to terminate our contract, demand the ten million dollars, and walk away, free to plot my revenge against my father, against Derick and Agatha, without having to deal with him anymore.The thought alone made my pulse quicken, a
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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
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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
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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
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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
