Everything sure felt like a magical moment between Thiago and I that I didn’t want to end. For a moment, I had completely forgotten about our dilemmas, what I didn’t know was that it would be short.
The sun rose on a new day, but the weight of today’s news loomed heavily over us. I sat at my desk, staring blankly at my computer screen, the dim glow of the monitor casting a harsh light on my emotions.
The news had hit hard; the Zorich Group had chosen to betray Thiago, continuing their partnership with the Martinez Corporation, and the fallout was catastrophic. Thiago's company had taken a massive hit, nearly 25% of its worth evaporating overnight, and I felt responsible.<
The following week felt like a blur of late nights and early mornings as Thiago and I dived headfirst into salvaging his company. We poured over spreadsheets, analyzed market trends, and brainstormed marketing strategies to regain the trust of the investors who had pulled their funding. I couldn’t shake the anxiety gnawing at my gut. Every moment spent strategizing felt crucial, yet the weight of my father’s betrayal lingered like a dark cloud above us.One evening, as I sat across from Thiago in his office, the atmosphere was tense. The glow from the laptop screen illuminated the deep lines of worry etched on his forehead. “What if we can’t turn this around?” he asked, leaning back in his chair, fingers interlaced behind his head. “What if the Zorich Group is just the beginning of our problems?”
“Good afternoon, everyone,” Jasper said, his voice smooth and confident. “I hope you’ve all had a chance to review the proposal Thiago and Bridgette put together. It looks promising.”Thiago shot me a sideways glance, and I could see the mixture of anger and determination in his eyes. “Thank you, Jasper. I believe we have a solid plan moving forward,” he replied, his voice steady, though I could hear the undercurrent of tension.As we launched into our presentation, I felt the stakes rise with each passing moment. Thiago presented his plan with fervor, outlining our strategies and how we intended to regain the investors' trust. I watched the investors' reactions closely, noting their shifting expressions.But when it came time for questions, Jasper was quick to put Thiago on the spot. “Thiago, considering the recent issues with the Zorich Group, how can you assure us that your company can deliver on these promises?”Thiago’s jaw tightened, and I could see the struggle within him. “Wha
As I stood outside Thiago’s house, grappling with the shock and heartache of what I had witnessed, a thousand thoughts raced through my mind. The betrayal cut deep, slicing through the trust and hope I had invested in our relationship. I couldn’t bear to confront them, to demand an explanation that might only deepen the wound.With a heavy heart, I stumbled back to my car, my hands trembling as I fumbled for the keys. The engine roared to life, but I couldn’t bring myself to drive away just yet. My mind replayed the scene over and over, each iteration bringing fresh pain and disbelief.What had I missed? How could Thiago have let this happen? Was there something between them that I had been blind to all along?The minutes stretched into eternity as I sat there, lost in a storm of emotions. Anger, sorrow, and a profound sense of loss warred within me. The future I had imagined with Thiago—the one where we rebuilt his company, faced challenges together, and emerged stronger—now lay sh
After that day, the office had become my hide out. Work had always been a means of escape from reality for me, but recently, it had transformed into an obsession. Since the incident with Thiago and Cynthia, I had buried myself under piles of reports and endless meetings. I always find myself staying late hours in the office. Lucia had to force me to go out most of the times when it was already passed office horse. It’s like my mind was sharp, but my heart was a mess. No matter how hard I tried to shake off the personal chaos, it always lingered in the back of my mind like some sort of pest that was festering me.I sat at my desk, typing furiously, my fingers moving so quickly over the keys that I barely had time to process what I was writing. I needed the distraction. I needed to keep my mind off Thiago and the unanswered questions between us. But just as I thought I was getting somewhere, the inevitable happened, or rather someone came unexpected.And it was Cynthia, who walked rig
The next few days after my encounter with Cynthia who boldly came to my office to threaten me, felt like a slow, suffocating descent into chaos. No matter how much I wanted to ignore Cynthia’s blackmailing, I simply couldn’t just shake off the feeling that the walls around me were closing in and it was leaving the feeling of intoxicating suffocation, as though I was trapped.At first, it began as just small—just rumors regarding the investors reconsidering their stakes for the Bermudez group. Following that, however, Marcus and I had been receiving a few emails flagged as “urgent” from Thiago’s financial team. At first, it seemed like a coincidence. But as it escalate further, it eventually turn into an issue that made me realize that Cynthia wasn’t joking around.Cynthia was dead serious about what she told me that time.Following that, my daily routine at the office felt tensed for the Bermudez Group. As I have feared, the Investors who pledged to cooperate with us were now pullin
After filing the divorce papers, my heart felt heavier than ever. I hadn’t imagined it would feel like this—so final, so utterly devastating. But I had made up my mind. Cynthia’s threats were real, and no matter how much it pained me, this was the only way to protect Thiago and his company. If I didn’t do this, everything he had built would crumble. I would not let that happen.It was a quiet drive back to the house, the document lying in the passenger seat beside me like a ticking time bomb. As I pulled into the driveway, my stomach churned with a mix of fear and dread. I didn’t know what to expect from Thiago, but part of me feared the worst. He wasn’t the type to give up easily, especially when it came to things—or people—he considered his. And that included me.When I opened the door to our home, the familiar scent of leather and wood hit me, instantly reminding me of everything we had built together. The memories of laughter, arguments, late-night talks, and stolen moments of inti
The moment Thiago’s hands found my waist, pulling me close, every worry, every sharp edge of doubt faded, leaving just us. His gaze was intense, holding a mixture of frustration, desire, and something deeper I’d never quite managed to name. The soft warmth of his breath brushed against my cheek as he pulled me closer, and the world outside ceased to exist.He leaned in, his forehead gently pressing against mine, and whispered, “Do you still think about divorcing me?”The question hung between us, pulling all the tension of the last days into one single, excruciating point. My pulse hammered as I looked up at him. “Thiago,” I managed, the word escaping me before I could overthink it. “You know what I must do.”His hands tightened slightly at my waist as if grounding himself, and his lips brushed mine—softly at first, then deepening into a kiss that held an edge of hunger. I felt his arms slip around my shoulders, steadying me as he leaned in even closer. When he pulled away, his eyes se
The room was draped in shadows, the dim light casting a warm, almost sinful glow across the crimson velvet walls. My pulse quickened as I slay there with those spread clips attached on my pussy, feeling the cool air against my clit, and waiting for his next move. Every little sound, every shift in the atmosphere seemed to amplify the anticipation that hummed through me, making my heartbeat produce a relentless rhythm within my chest.Thiago stood a few feet away, watching me in that way he had, his gaze as heavy as a touch. Thiago then removed the spreader bar and clips. After that, he pulled a rope in his hand then held tightly, his fingers gliding over it slowly, deliberately, as if he were savoring the feel of it. The sight made my breath hitch. I trusted him implicitly, yet it was the unknown—the waiting, the quiet promise in his eyes—that sent a thrill sparking down my spine.He finally approached, his eyes dark and unwavering, his presence filling the space between us. “Do you