CHAPTER 92

FEW DAYS LATER, and I have returned to my normal routine at the Bermudez group company building felt like a breath of fresh air. After the whirlwind of the Zorich party and the chaotic encounter with my father, it was nice to settle back into the comfortable rhythm of my life with Thiago.

He had been supportive, always encouraging me to focus on my work and reminding me that I was capable of overcoming any obstacle that stood in my way.

Each day, I found myself immersed in projects that would help me tackle the Martinez Corporation, my father’s company. It felt empowering to take control and strategize ways to weaken their hold in the market. I had gathered intel and crafted plans with my team, determined to prove that I could outmaneuver them, despite my father’s influence.

As I settled into my office on a Monday morning, the sun streamed through the large windows, casting a warm glow over my workspace. I smiled as I glanced at the framed photo of Thiago and me on my desk, our f