All Chapters of TRAPPED WITH MY DAD'S BESTFRIEND: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Despite the glimmers of hope and progress, Cynthia and Justin refused to back down. Their next move came in the form of a court summons—an audacious lawsuit claiming defamation and damages from the public fallout after Bridgette’s pregnancy announcement.“They’re claiming we ruined their reputation?” Bridgette exclaimed, pacing the living room. Her hand rested protectively over her belly as her frustration mounted. “They’ve been the ones spreading lies about us!”“They’re bluffing,” I reassured her, though I couldn’t hide my own irritation. “This is a scare tactic. They want to distract us from the real fight.”Victor, seated across from us with a stack of legal documents, nodded in agreement. “Their case is flimsy, but we’ll need to counter it aggressively. If we can prove malice and falsehood in their claims, we could turn this into a significant win.”We decided to take control of the narrative once and for all. I arranged a press conference where Bridgette and I addressed the rumo

The weeks following Emilia’s birth were filled with tender moments and sleepless nights, but it was a rhythm Bridgette and I quickly embraced. She was thriving in her new role as a mother, and seeing her light up whenever she held Emilia made everything we had gone through feel worth it.But peace never seemed to last in our world.One afternoon, as I was working in my study, Lucia burst into the room without knocking—a sure sign something was wrong.“What is it?” I asked, putting down my pen.Her face was pale, her usual confidence replaced by unease. “Thiago, there’s a situation.”My stomach tightened. “What kind of situation?”She hesitated before replying. “It’s Victor. He’s back, and he’s making noise about challenging your position in the company.”Victor. My former right-hand man turned adversary. He had been ousted years ago after betraying my trust and attempting to sabotage a critical project. I thought I’d seen the last of him, but apparently, he had other plans.“What’s hi

Thiago paced in his office, fingers drumming against his desk as Lucia sat across from him, her arms crossed."You need to get ahead of this," she said. "If Cynthia really has something on Bridgette's father, you know what that means."Thiago exhaled sharply. "It means she has leverage that could ruin us."Lucia nodded. "Bridgette almost lost the baby from stress once. Do you think she can handle finding out whatever it is Cynthia has?"That was the part that haunted him. Bridgette was strong, but her body had already suffered under the weight of everything that had happened. Another shock, another betrayal—he wasn't sure she could take it.He pulled out his phone and dialed Marcus."Find out what dirt Cynthia has on Bridgette’s father," he ordered the second Marcus picked up. "I don’t care how. Just get me answers—fast."Bridgette sat in the nursery, watching Emilia sleep. The rhythmic rise and fall of her daughter’s tiny chest should have soothed her, but her mind wouldn’t stop raci

A sharp, searing pain tore through my abdomen, yanking me out of sleep. A strangled gasp escaped my lips as my hands clutched at my stomach, an unbearable pressure building in my lower body. A cold sweat broke out across my skin, and nausea churned violently in my gut.Something was wrong.I tried to shift, but the pain only intensified, sending another wave of agony through me. My breathing hitched, coming in short, desperate pants. I barely registered Thiago stirring beside me, his brows furrowing at the sound of my distress. Then, as if sensing my panic, his eyes snapped open.“Bridgette?” His voice was sharp, laced with concern, as he reached for me.“I—” The word barely left my mouth before another stab of pain stole my breath away. My vision blurred, dark spots dancing at the edges.Thiago didn’t hesitate. He was out of bed in an instant, already grabbing his phone.“Marcus! Get the car ready. Now!” His voice was tight with urgency.I barely noticed the frantic rustling of movem

Victor kept his word.By dawn, Lucia and I sat in my office, scanning through a flood of leaked documents that tied Cynthia to countless crimes—embezzlement, corporate fraud, and bribery. The evidence was airtight, and once it went public, there would be no way for her to talk her way out of it.Lucia scrolled through her tablet, her lips curling into a smirk. “Cynthia won’t see this coming. The media’s going to tear her apart.”I leaned back, my fingers tapping against the desk. “Good. But this isn’t over yet. She’ll try to counterattack.”As if on cue, my phone buzzed. A call from an unknown number.I picked up, already knowing who it was. “Cynthia.”A slow, venomous laugh rang through the speaker. “Bridgette, dear. That was quite the stunt you pulled.”I didn’t flinch. “You underestimated me.”She hummed as if considering. “Maybe I did. But you’ve made a fatal mistake, sweetheart. You think this war is over?” Her voice dipped into something colder, more sinister. “I own this city.