Semua Bab TRAPPED WITH MY DAD'S BESTFRIEND: Bab 311 - Bab 320

The next few days felt like a blur. Each morning, I dressed with purpose, knowing that Thiago was out there, likely plotting his next move, but I had my own strategies to execute. The hours spent sifting through documents and preparing counterattacks felt more like war tactics than business maneuvers. But the game was never going to be simple with Thiago. He didn’t just fight to win; he fought to destroy.I barely slept, always a step ahead, always thinking of the next move. The truth about Thiago’s involvement with his father, his manipulation of the shell companies, the falsified accounts—it was all coming together. But I knew it wasn’t enough. Thiago was cunning, and I was going to need more than just paperwork and strategy to take him down. I needed leverage. I needed to turn his allies against him, to make him realize that the walls were closing in.Lucia was my first point of contact. She was more than a colleague; she was my confidante in this battle. She had access to some of

Thiago didn’t speak for a moment, and the silence hung between us like a heavy fog. I could feel his presence behind me, that sense of him looming, waiting for me to crack, but I refused to let him see any sign of weakness. I kept my back straight, my hands clasped in front of me as I stared out the window. The skyline beyond was still the same, but I couldn’t ignore the weight of the moment.He hadn’t moved. I had expected him to be angry, maybe even confrontational, but there was something else in his stillness—a sense of control, as though he was waiting for me to make the first mistake.“Why are you doing this?” His voice broke the quiet, low but intense. It was the kind of question he always asked when he was trying to get into someone’s head, to unravel their thoughts. But I wasn’t that easy.“Because I can,” I said simply, turning to face him. I let the words hang in the air, sharp and pointed. “Because I’m done watching you destroy everything we built.”Thiago’s lips tightened

I didn’t sleep that night.The city buzzed below me, neon lights flashing like warnings I couldn’t decipher, while I sat curled up on the edge of my designer couch in a $5,000 suit that now felt like a straightjacket. My mind kept rewinding, skipping, looping like a broken tape—Thiago. Eduardo. Renner. The laptop. Cartagena.Had I been a pawn?No. No, Bridgette. You don’t get played.But… I had. Or worse, I’d played myself.By 4 a.m., Lucia was back at my place with two laptops, six double espressos, and a look that screamed she was also done playing nice.“We found something else.” She dropped one of the laptops onto the glass coffee table, its screen already glowing.“What is it?”“A burner email account tied to the Cartagena shell company. Draft folder only—someone was writing to Thiago. They didn’t send it, but the contents…” She hesitated. “You should read it yourself.”I pulled the laptop toward me, heart rattling in my ribs as I scrolled.Thiago,This isn’t what we agreed on. Y

The old safehouse.It was one of our secrets. A quiet, almost-forgotten villa in Coconut Grove with vines creeping up the walls and a keypad entry that only three people knew about—Thiago, me, and the guy who installed it, who died two years ago.I punched in the code. The door opened with a low hiss.He was already there.Standing in the dim light, sleeves rolled, eyes shadowed and unreadable.“You shouldn’t be here,” he said.“And yet, here I am.”He poured himself a drink. Didn’t offer me one. That stung more than I cared to admit.“You’re bleeding my company,” I said, voice low. “One leak at a time.”“It’s not your company anymore.”“That’s funny,” I snapped. “Because I’m pretty sure my name’s still on the door.”He sipped slowly. “You think you can kill a god and not face wrath?”“I never believed you were a god,” I said. “Just a man who got too drunk on the power I helped him build.”He looked up. For the first time, his mask cracked—just a sliver. Enough for me to see something

The road north blurred beneath my tires, a straight stretch of asphalt cutting through scrub and sky. I kept one hand clenched on the wheel, the other gripping the key Thiago gave me like it might burn a hole through my palm.Forty-five minutes.That’s what he said.Forty-five minutes, and I’d be at the safehouse. At Lucia.My mind wouldn’t stop racing. Why would she do that? Sacrifice herself for me? What did she think would happen—that I’d just stop?She knew me better than anyone.She should’ve known that taking herself out of the fight would only throw me into a fury. Should’ve known I’d scorch the world if it meant getting her back.And yet… she’d done it anyway.Because that’s what love looks like when it’s not poisoned by control or dressed up in obsession.It looks like loyalty.Like quiet defiance wrapped in silk.Like Lucia.**The safehouse was buried behind a cluster of pines near an abandoned water tower, exactly where Thiago said it would be. The gravel crunched beneath