All Chapters of TRAPPED WITH MY DAD'S BESTFRIEND: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The elegant ballroom shimmered with chandeliers and buzzed with animated chatter as it was turned into a splendid venue for commemorating my father's real estate company's tenth anniversary. The hall was crowded, and people sipped their drinks while enjoying the music of a live band playing soft tunes in the background. A scene full of charm and elegance that somehow couldn't fill the void I felt deep inside me despite all the beauty and luxury around. Amidst the crowd, I found myself wandering aimlessly as my steps took me in no particular direction. A gentle smile graced my lips, concealing the fatigue that weighed heavily on me as I warmly welcomed my father’s guests. Meanwhile, I scanned the crowd but couldn't spot my husband, Derick, anywhere. It felt like he was intentionally distancing himself from me, especially ever since he learned about my struggle to give him the one thing he longed for the most—a child. It was distressing for me, but it became even more painful when

I skirted through the crowd of people in the ballroom while attempting to concentrate on my goal. It was a whirlwind of color and laughter. I had to look for someone who could assist me in securing my future. But my confidence started to falter as I looked around the room. Each of these men exuded confidence and elegance.What if I wasn't enough? What would happen if I was unable to find someone who could help me?My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a bartender’s voice, low and smooth. “You look like you could use a drink.”I turned to find the bartender standing before me, holding out a glass of wine and pouring me some. He was dressed impeccably in a black and white uniform.I forced a smile, taking the glass from him. “Thank you. I suppose I do.”He raised the bottle to pour some on my glass. “This might be quite hard on you”“I can manage,” I echoed, clinking my glass before taking a sip. The wine was crisp and cold, but it did little to calm the nerves fluttering in my s

When I opened my eyes again, the room was already bathed in the warm embrace of morning light, as if the sun itself had been waiting patiently for me to join the world. My head pounded slightly, fragments of what happened last night lurking just beyond my memory's grasp. Yet, the first thing I did was quickly check my clothes. And I felt some sort of ease knowing they were still intact, although messy from lying on the bed all night. Some relief washed over me—I guess nothing had happened with that blonde stranger and me again. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed to make another escape, but the door creaked open just as I was about to do so. My heart skipped a beat. There he stood—the same blonde from the night before was walking in, carefree and undressed in just a bathrobe that hung loosely, revealing his toned abs and chest, and a towel tied around his waist. He didn’t seem surprised to see me awake."And where do you think you’re going, damsel?" he asked, a smirk playi

The soft click of the attache case echoed in the otherwise silent room as Thiago set it on the table between us. The tension was palpable, and I found myself holding my breath, unsure of what to expect next. With a practiced ease, he flipped open the case, revealing a stack of documents neatly tucked inside a long brown envelope. His movements were deliberate, almost predatory, as he withdrew the papers and slid them across the table toward me."Read it carefully, damsel," Thiago's voice was smooth, yet it held an undercurrent of command that made my skin prickle. "This contract is binding, and I expect you to understand every clause."I hesitated, my fingers trembling slightly as I reached for the documents. Thiago's eyes were fixed on me, his gaze intense, almost as if he was stripping away every layer of my defenses. It was unnerving, the way he looked at me, and I found it hard to meet his eyes for more than a few seconds. Instead, I focused on the papers before me, hoping that re

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