Lahat ng Kabanata ng TRAPPED WITH MY DAD'S BESTFRIEND: Kabanata 251 - Kabanata 260

I didn’t sleep much.Every time I closed my eyes, my mind replayed the night—the deal, the way Thiago maneuvered every situation, the way he looked at me as if I was both his greatest challenge and his favorite game. It infuriated me. It intrigued me.It was a dangerous combination.By the time the sun rose, I had barely gotten a few hours of sleep. I dragged myself out of bed and into the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face in an attempt to shake off the exhaustion.I had a long day ahead.And unfortunately, that meant dealing with Thiago.Breakfast with the DevilWhen I walked into the suite’s dining area, he was already there, sipping his coffee and reading something on his tablet. He looked unbothered—always unbothered—like last night hadn’t happened, like he hadn’t spent the evening testing me just to see how far I’d go.I hated how effortlessly handsome he looked. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, revealing a hint of his tanned skin, and his dark hair was slightly tousl

Harlan Westwood’s estate was as grand and intimidating as the man himself. The moment we stepped inside, I felt like I was walking into a trap. The air was thick with old money and something darker—secrets, power plays, the unmistakable scent of control.Leon’s grip on my lower back was firm, a silent reminder that I wasn’t alone in this. But I knew better than to let my guard down.Harlan took his time observing us. He looked exactly as I remembered—sharp, calculating, always one step ahead.His smirk deepened. “I have to say, I didn’t expect you to come knocking, darling.”I kept my expression neutral. “Then you don’t know me as well as you think.”He chuckled, settling into the grand leather chair behind his desk. “Oh, I know you well enough, Margarette. The real question is—why are you here?”Leon spoke before I could. His voice was cold, edged with warning. “Calloway was working for someone. And your name came up.”Harlan’s amusement didn’t fade. If anything, it grew. “Did it now

The SUV sped through the dimly lit streets, the city’s neon glow flashing against the tinted windows. My fingers were trembling, but I clenched them into fists, willing myself to stay composed. I could feel Thiago’s presence beside me, exuding an air of cold calculation.Gabriel groaned in the backseat, his head lolling against the seat. One of Thiago’s men pressed a cloth against his wound, but the bleeding hadn’t fully stopped.I turned to Thiago, my voice sharp. “We need to take him to a hospital.”Thiago didn’t even glance at me. “No hospitals.”“He could die.”“Then he dies.” His voice was emotionless, as if he was discussing the weather.Rage surged through me. “Damn it, Thiago! He was willing to die to protect me. You can’t just—”“I said no hospitals, Bridgette.” He finally looked at me, his dark eyes glinting with something unreadable. “We’re taking him to someone I trust. That’s all you need to know.”I wanted to argue, to scream, but something in his tone made me pause. Thi

I stood there, my heart hammering in my chest long after Thiago had left the room.My father had moved up his plans.That meant he was done waiting.I swallowed hard, forcing myself to think. Running wasn’t an option—I knew that now. I had tried it before, and Thiago had found me every time. Besides, if my father was making his move, then I needed to stay ahead of him.I grabbed my phone and dialed Marcus. He picked up on the second ring."Bridgette? What’s wrong?" His voice was sharp with concern."I need you to look into something," I said, keeping my voice low. "My father just accelerated his plans. I need to know why. What changed?"There was a pause. Then Marcus sighed. "I had a feeling this was coming. I’ve been watching his movements, and there's been unusual activity in his offshore accounts. Someone transferred a large sum of money two days ago—enough to fund something big.""Like a hit?" I asked, my stomach twisting."It’s possible."I gritted my teeth. "I need you to dig de

The penthouse was exactly what I expected—grand, luxurious, and meticulously arranged, as if every detail had been handpicked to suit Thiago’s taste. Dark wood, marble accents, and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. It was stunning, but I barely noticed.Because Thiago was still standing close—too close.I stepped forward, putting distance between us, though it didn’t feel like enough. "If you dragged me up here just to play more of your games, I’ll walk right back out."Thiago leaned against the door, arms crossed, looking completely at ease. "And go where, Wifey? Back to the man who sold you off like a business transaction?"My hands curled into fists. "You don’t get to act like some noble savior, Thiago. You’re no better than him."His jaw tightened, but he didn’t lash out. Instead, he pushed off the door and stalked toward me with the kind of deliberate slowness that sent a warning through my body."Tell me something," he said, his voice calm, but his eyes burning with