Semua Bab TRAPPED WITH MY DAD'S BESTFRIEND: Bab 101 - Bab 110

After that day, the office had become my hide out. Work had always been a means of escape from reality for me, but recently, it had transformed into an obsession. Since the incident with Thiago and Cynthia, I had buried myself under piles of reports and endless meetings. I always find myself staying late hours in the office. Lucia had to force me to go out most of the times when it was already passed office horse. It’s like my mind was sharp, but my heart was a mess. No matter how hard I tried to shake off the personal chaos, it always lingered in the back of my mind like some sort of pest that was festering me.I sat at my desk, typing furiously, my fingers moving so quickly over the keys that I barely had time to process what I was writing. I needed the distraction. I needed to keep my mind off Thiago and the unanswered questions between us. But just as I thought I was getting somewhere, the inevitable happened, or rather someone came unexpected.And it was Cynthia, who walked rig

After filing the divorce papers, my heart felt heavier than ever. I hadn’t imagined it would feel like this—so final, so utterly devastating. But I had made up my mind. Cynthia’s threats were real, and no matter how much it pained me, this was the only way to protect Thiago and his company. If I didn’t do this, everything he had built would crumble. I would not let that happen.It was a quiet drive back to the house, the document lying in the passenger seat beside me like a ticking time bomb. As I pulled into the driveway, my stomach churned with a mix of fear and dread. I didn’t know what to expect from Thiago, but part of me feared the worst. He wasn’t the type to give up easily, especially when it came to things—or people—he considered his. And that included me.When I opened the door to our home, the familiar scent of leather and wood hit me, instantly reminding me of everything we had built together. The memories of laughter, arguments, late-night talks, and stolen moments of inti

The room was draped in shadows, the dim light casting a warm, almost sinful glow across the crimson velvet walls. My pulse quickened as I slay there with those spread clips attached on my pussy, feeling the cool air against my clit, and waiting for his next move. Every little sound, every shift in the atmosphere seemed to amplify the anticipation that hummed through me, making my heartbeat produce a relentless rhythm within my chest.Thiago stood a few feet away, watching me in that way he had, his gaze as heavy as a touch. Thiago then removed the spreader bar and clips. After that, he pulled a rope in his hand then held tightly, his fingers gliding over it slowly, deliberately, as if he were savoring the feel of it. The sight made my breath hitch. I trusted him implicitly, yet it was the unknown—the waiting, the quiet promise in his eyes—that sent a thrill sparking down my spine.He finally approached, his eyes dark and unwavering, his presence filling the space between us. “Do you

The morning had a strange, electric calm as Thiago and I readied ourselves for the day ahead. We had anticipated Cynthia’s reaction, but neither of us could quite predict how far she’d go to maintain her grasp on the Bermudez Group. I glanced at Thiago, who was adjusting his cufflinks with a steady hand, the faintest of smirks on his lips.“You seem… unusually calm,” I said, slipping into my blazer and watching him in the reflection.He looked up, his gaze meeting mine in the mirror with that familiar glint. “Calm, yes. But prepared? Even more so.” He turned to face me, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “Today isn’t just about protecting the company. It’s about protecting us—what we’ve built together.”I felt a warm rush of resolve fill me as I nodded. “Then let’s go and make it clear who’s really in charge.”When we arrived at the boardroom, most of the members were already seated, chatting in low murmurs. Cynthia was there too, seated at the end of the table, her eyes narrowi

In the days that followed, Thiago worked tirelessly to uncover who was behind the attempt on my life. He didn’t tell me every detail, but I could see the tension building behind his calm exterior. He was more cautious around me, more protective. And in truth, I needed it. The attack had shaken me in ways I hadn’t anticipated.Even the thought of getting behind the wheel of my car made my hands tremble. The parking lot felt darker, more menacing, and I dreaded being alone there. Thiago noticed right away and didn’t waste time taking measures to ease my fears. Within a day, he’d arranged for two elite guards to shadow me wherever I went, along with a driver to bring me to and from work.At first, the arrangements made me feel like a prisoner, but the sense of safety they provided was a relief I couldn’t deny. Thiago seemed even more affected by my trauma than I was, his worry only increasing each day he saw my anxiety flare up.“Are you sure you don’t mind that I arranged this?” he aske