All Chapters of TRAPPED WITH MY DAD'S BESTFRIEND: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

The weight of the anonymous message lingered with me the entire day. My mind kept cycling through the possibilities: Who would want to warn me, and why? Was it connected to Thiago, Sevi, or someone else entirely?Sevi was equally unsettled, though he tried to mask it. After our exchange about the message, he stayed unusually close, almost as if he feared leaving me alone would invite disaster. It was sweet, but it also heightened my anxiety. I needed to think clearly, and his protectiveness, while appreciated, was starting to feel suffocating.By mid-afternoon, I excused myself to the bedroom under the pretense of needing rest. As soon as I closed the door, I pulled out my phone and stared at the anonymous message again.“Be careful who you trust.”It felt like a riddle with no answer. If this was about the rumors of the fake engagement, it was already too late for caution. That cat was out of the bag. If it was about Thiago… well, that only made things more complicated.My finger hov

I clutched the note tighter, its cryptic message echoing in my thoughts."You’re not safe with them. Watch your back."The words were scrawled in hurried, jagged handwriting, almost as though the author had been trembling while writing.Who could have left it? And why?Sevi’s lighthearted voice floated in from the kitchen, humming a melody as he prepared breakfast. Thiago’s deep timbre echoed from the hallway as he finished a phone call, his tone sharp and commanding. The tension between the two men had escalated so much that I felt like I was walking on eggshells around them.And now this?The note had thrown me into a new spiral of doubt.I stuffed it into the pocket of my cardigan and headed toward the kitchen. I needed answers, but more than that, I needed to stay calm.“Morning,” Sevi greeted me with a warm smile. His carefree demeanor was in stark contrast to the chaos unraveling in my mind. “Hungry? I made pancakes.”“Thanks,” I muttered, forcing a smile.Thiago appeared moment

The morning sun spilled through the curtains, bathing my room in a soft golden glow. Despite the light, my mind was clouded with uncertainty. The weight of everything—the accusations, the note, the men at the park, and Thiago’s evasiveness—pressed heavily on me. I knew I couldn’t let this continue unresolved.After dressing quickly, I went downstairs, bracing myself for whatever awaited. Dina, thankfully, was nowhere in sight, but Sevi sat at the dining table, his fingers tapping anxiously against his mug.“You’re up early,” he said, his tone guarded.“Couldn’t sleep,” I replied, grabbing a cup of coffee.Sevi stood abruptly, blocking my path. His eyes searched mine with a mix of concern and guilt. “Bridgette, about yesterday… I’m sorry.”I stared at him, taken aback. Sevi rarely apologized, his stubbornness a near-permanent fixture of his personality.“It’s not just about yesterday, Sevi,” I said, my voice softer than I expected. “Something is going on, and I feel like I’m stuck in t

The tension in the car was thick as Thiago drove us back to the city. His sharp eyes stayed on the road, but I could feel his worry radiating off him. My cheek still stung from Marlene’s slap, but the adrenaline coursing through me dulled the pain.“Why didn’t you let me handle her?” Thiago asked, his voice tight with restrained anger.“Because it’s my fight,” I replied, staring out the window at the passing lights. “Marlene has been a thorn in my side for years. I can’t let her think she can push me around.”Thiago’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. “You’re right, but that woman is dangerous, Bridgette. She won’t stop until she gets what she wants. And if that means hurting you, she won’t hesitate.”I turned to him, his expression as hard as stone. “I won’t let her win. She’s already taken so much from me, from my father. It ends now.”For a moment, Thiago didn’t respond. Then he glanced at me, his eyes softening slightly. “You’ve got more fight in you than most people I know. J

Everything seemed to reel continuously, like a flashback of my earlier memory before I knocked out within my head. It was crisp and clear as though it were not flashback.One of them grabbed me, their grip like steel. Thiago lunged forward, but another intruder blocked him, raising a weapon.“Let her go!” Thiago shouted, his voice filled with fury.The intruder holding me leaned close, their voice low and menacing. “You were warned, Miss Martinez.”Before I could respond, a cloth was pressed to my face.Everything went black.When I woke up again, it was because of the sound of faint murmurs and the sensation of cold steel against my wrists. My head throbbed as I tried to move, only to realize I was restrained to a chair. The room was dimly lit, with a single bulb swinging overhead, casting eerie shadows on the walls.“Finally awake,” a deep voice drawled.My eyes snapped to the source—a tall figure standing near the door, face obscured by the dim light. His tone was calm, but the men