Semua Bab TRAPPED WITH MY DAD'S BESTFRIEND: Bab 141 - Bab 150

The weight of Thiago’s confession followed me like a shadow, clinging to me even as I tried to leave it behind. The tears I’d been holding back since I walked out of his apartment stung my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I didn’t want to cry over him anymore. I didn’t want to feel anymore.But when I reached the solitude of my apartment, the dam broke. The tears came, hot and relentless, as I sank onto the edge of my bed. The memory of Thiago’s words played on an endless loop in my mind."I want everything with you. And I’ll wait as long as it takes."How could he say those things now? When I had finally gathered the strength to move on, when I had convinced myself that whatever we had was over—he came back with those words, cutting through my resolve like a knife.The knock on my door startled me. For a brief moment, I thought about ignoring it, but then the knocking grew more insistent. Wiping my tears hastily, I stood and opened the door, fully expecting it to be Sevi.It was

The quiet hum of the ceiling fan did nothing to still the noise in my head. The soft sheets of Sevi’s guest bedroom wrapped around me like a cocoon, but sleep wasn’t coming anytime soon. My thoughts were an unrelenting storm, a mix of confusion, guilt, and an unwelcome glimmer of hope.I had heard Thiago out—against my better judgment, against the fortress I’d built to keep him and his excuses out. His words had cut through me, not because of their harshness but because of their sincerity. And the more I replayed them, the more my walls felt less like armor and more like a prison I’d built for myself.“I’ve never stopped loving you, Bridgette,” Thiago’s voice echoed in my mind. “That night, that kiss—it wasn’t real. Cynthia forced it on me, and before I could even explain, you were gone. But I’ve been chasing you ever since. I’ll never stop chasing you.”He meant it. I could see it in his eyes. For once, the Thiago I had come to know—the powerful, unrelenting, infuriating man—was stri

After dinner, Sevi and I walked back to the residence in silence. The night air was cool, a stark contrast to the warmth that lingered between us. I wasn’t sure what had shifted in me during the evening, but there was an undeniable pull towards Sevi—one that I hadn’t expected to feel. He was kind, understanding, and exactly the kind of man I would need if I were to ever fully move on from Thiago.But could I?I walked ahead of Sevi, lost in my thoughts, trying to process everything that had happened. As much as I had tried to keep my heart locked away, it was clear that the emotions I had for both men were more entangled than I had ever imagined.When we arrived at the residence, Sevi stopped me before I could enter the door. "Bridgette," he said, his voice gentle but firm, "I know this is complicated, but I want you to think about what you want. What you really want. Don’t just think about what’s easiest. Don’t just think about what’s safe."His words hit me hard, like a slap of cold

The sharp clatter of drawers and the shuffle of fabric pulled me from sleep. My eyelids fluttered open, and for a moment, I was disoriented, unsure if I was still dreaming. But the sound of hushed voices and the unmistakable sensation of someone rifling through my things jolted me awake.“What the hell?” I sat up abruptly, my voice groggy but firm.The sight that greeted me was surreal. Two maids were rummaging through my dresser, tossing garments and accessories onto the floor as if they were searching for something. Another maid was bent over my bedside table, going through my jewelry box.“Excuse me! What do you think you’re doing?” I snapped, throwing off the covers and scrambling out of bed.The maids didn’t even look at me. They continued their frantic search, their faces blank and determined, as though I wasn’t even there.“Hey!” I shouted, stepping closer and pulling one of them away from my dresser. “I’m talking to you! What is going on here?”Still, none of them answered. Pa

The world always had its cruel sense of timing.I sat on the bench at the park, the morning sun casting a warm glow over the scene. The air was fresh, the sound of distant birds chirping, and the serenity of it all contrasted sharply with the storm raging in my mind.How did Thiago always seem to find us? No matter where Sevi and I went, no matter how careful we tried to be, Thiago always appeared, as though he had some sixth sense that told him exactly where to intrude. It wasn’t just unsettling—it was maddening.“Are you okay?” Sevi asked, breaking my train of thought.I looked over at him, his concerned expression softening the sharp edges of my frustration. “I’m fine,” I lied.He didn’t look convinced, but he let it go.We sat in companionable silence for a moment, the park bustling quietly around us. But that peace was shattered when I spotted a figure approaching in the distance, his tall frame and determined stride unmistakable.Thiago.“Oh, great,” I muttered under my breath.