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
Thiago’s hand stayed firmly around my waist as we left the grand ballroom behind. The noise of the party fading as we walked down a quiet corridor. My heart somehow was still racing from the confrontation with my father, and my thoughts were spinning with everything that had happened. I was relieved to be away from the chaos, but something about Thiago’s demeanor kept me on edge. For some reason, it was like Thiago wasn’t just leading me away to cool off. And I had my presumption to be correct when we stopped in front of another door at the end of the hallway. It was unlocked, and I glanced at Thiago, confused. “What are we doing here?” I asked, my voice low, and my pulse still racing from earlier. I thought, perhaps, he just wanted to put more distance between me and my father, to shield me from the prying eyes of the partygoers. But there was something in his gaze, a seriousness that unsettled me.Thiago leaned down, his lips brushing lightly against my ear, and whispered, “Yo
The tension in the air was suffocating as I stood next to Thiago, watching Jasper greet us with that unsettling smile of his. His demeanor was calm, too calm for the situation we had just walked into, and it set off every alarm in my body. Despite the opulence of the room and the grandeur of the event outside, I could feel the danger lurking beneath Jasper’s false pleasantries.“Thiago, well my dearest cousin, I have the finest wine here for you. Would you like to try it too?” Jasper greeted, flashing a grin that never quite reached his eyes. He gestured casually toward a decanter on the side table, two glasses already prepared. But as Thiago didn’t bother, Jasper resorted to saying, “Well, didn’t expect to see you here.” Thiago didn’t move. His grip on my hand was firm, his body tense. I could feel the intensity rolling off him, the calm surface barely concealing the storm underneath.“No,” Thiago replied, his voice icy. “I’m not here to drink, Jasper.”Jasper arched an eyebrow, th