All Chapters of TRAPPED WITH MY DAD'S BESTFRIEND: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The next few days after Thiago’s revelation felt like I was living in a haze.My father—my own flesh and blood—was not just a controlling figure in my life, but someone who had been playing a dangerous game for years, one I was now caught in the middle of. Every moment I was awake, my mind raced, trying to make sense of the betrayal, wondering how I had missed it. The nights were worse. Sleep came in fits, haunted by dreams where my father’s face blurred with the faceless enemies Thiago had warned me about.Thiago was consumed by his secret war. He still left before dawn, his absences gnawing at me. I knew he was trying to protect me, but it felt like we were living in two different worlds, worlds that were threatening to collide.On a particularly cold Miami morning, I woke up alone again. The side of the bed where Thiago slept was cold, as if he had been gone for hours. I stared at the empty space, feeling the growing void between us. What was he doing every morning? Who was he m

The evening was still, the soft hum of the air conditioner the only sound filling the grand dining room. I sat at the table, poking at the food on my plate without any real appetite. My mind was racing, stuck in a loop of the chaotic board meeting. Their words echoed in my head: unqualified, unworthy, only here because of Thiago.The board didn’t respect me. And as much as I tried to brush it off, it hurt more than I cared to admit. I was too deep in thought to even notice when Thiago started speaking. "Wifey?" Thiago’s deep voice snapped me out of my daze. I looked up to see him watching me, his brow slightly furrowed. "You’ve been miles away this whole time. Are you going to tell me what’s going on?"I sighed, putting my fork down. "It’s nothing, darling. Just... work stuff."He narrowed his eyes slightly, not buying my deflection. Thiago was always sharp, always attuned to my mood in ways that made it impossible to hide anything from him. But tonight, I didn’t feel like talking. N

The next morning, the sunlight filtered through the curtains, soft and warm, but I felt anything but rested. Thiago had left early again, something that had become a regular occurrence. I hated how the silence of our empty house echoed the doubts that had crept into my mind. I sat at the edge of the bed, my hands clenched into fists in my lap, my thoughts racing. The board’s disdain for me as CEO, the looming pressure of the company, the growing distance between Thiago and me—it was all starting to weigh on me more heavily than I could admit.After dragging myself through my morning routine, I headed into the office, trying to focus on the day ahead. But the moment I stepped out of the elevator, I could feel the tension in the air. People whispered as I walked by, their eyes following me with curiosity and thinly veiled judgment. I was used to the gossip by now, but today it felt sharper, like a knife twisting in my side.Lucia was waiting in my office, her expression unreadable as

But even as we returned to our private room, the talk between us was became a little tensed. I paced by the window, my thoughts racing."You didn’t have to make such a show of it," I said, unable to look him directly in the eye. "I had it under control."Thiago leaned against the doorway, his eyes locked on me with that knowing gleam. "Did you, Wifey? You looked seconds away from losing them."I spun to face him. "I didn’t need you barging in like that! Now the board thinks I can’t handle the job without my husband coming to rescue me."His smirk only deepened, and I hated how infuriatingly calm he was. "Let them think what they want, Wifey. But I’ll let you in on a secret." He sauntered over to the bar and poured himself another drink, watching me with those piercing eyes. "They’re playing checkers, and I’ve been playing chess all along."I frowned, still frustrated but curious. "What are you talking about?"He sipped his whiskey slowly, savoring the taste before finally answering. "

The car ride to the wedding was filled with an uncomfortable silence. I stared out of the window, watching the city blur past as my mind raced. I couldn’t shake the feeling that tonight was going to be another one of Thiago’s carefully orchestrated games. He always had a plan—a way to keep me guessing, off-balance, and completely under his control.Thiago sat beside me, calm and composed, his hand resting possessively on my thigh. His touch, though light, felt like a reminder that no matter where we were headed, I was still bound to him.“You’re awfully quiet,” he said, breaking the silence. His voice was smooth, as though he hadn’t just upended my entire day. “Thinking about something?”I glanced at him, the weight of his question heavy in the air. “Just trying to figure out what your angle is,” I replied, my tone sharper than I intended. “You always have one.”His lips curved into a smirk, and he tilted his head slightly, studying me with that unnerving intensity. “You think I need