Todos los capítulos de TRAPPED WITH MY DAD'S BESTFRIEND: Capítulo 161 - Capítulo 170

The tension in the car was suffocating as we sped down the dark road. Sevi sat next to me, his eyes flickering with concern and barely contained anger. Thiago, seated in the front, was brooding, his phone clutched tightly in his hand."Prepare for war?" I repeated, my voice trembling but my resolve hardening. "What does that even mean, Thiago? Are we just going to wait for them to come after us again?"Thiago turned in his seat, his eyes piercing. "It means we strike first. If we don’t, they’ll come for us—and they’ll use your father to do it.""But who are they?" I pressed. "And why does this feel like it’s about more than just business?"Thiago hesitated, his silence heavier than words. Finally, he spoke. "There are layers to this, Bridgette. What’s happening isn’t just about your father’s business or Marlene’s schemes. There are bigger players involved, people who see us as pawns in their game.""Pawns?" Sevi scoffed, crossing his arms. "Speak for yourself, Thiago. Some of us aren’

The text stared back at me like a venomous snake ready to strike. My chest tightened as the weight of the threat sank in. Thiago leaned over my shoulder, reading the message. His jaw clenched, and I could see the storm brewing behind his eyes.“They’re taunting us,” Thiago muttered.I swallowed hard, my mind racing. “What does it even mean? Running out of time for what?”Marcus, still standing by the door, cleared his throat. “It’s a warning. They want to keep you on edge, make you panic. And if they have Marlene, they might use her as leverage.”I scoffed, crossing my arms. “Leverage for what? I’ve already refused to give up my inheritance. There’s nothing left for them to threaten me with.”Thiago shot me a pointed look. “You’re wrong, Bridgette. If they can’t control you financially, they’ll try to control you emotionally. They’ll go after your father, your reputation—everything that matters to you.”The thought sent a chill down my spine. My father’s sudden illness, Marlene’s disa

The seconds felt like hours as Agatha stepped closer to Marlene, her expression as cold and calculated as I remembered. Hensley, towering behind her, held the gun steady, his finger lingering near the trigger. Marlene’s body trembled, her hands raised in a futile gesture of surrender.“You brought the documents?” Agatha asked, her voice deceptively calm.Marlene nodded frantically, pulling a folder from her bag. “They’re all here. Just don’t hurt him. Please.”Agatha’s lips curled into a chilling smile as she took the folder and began leafing through its contents. “You’ve done well, Mom. For once, you’ve actually been useful.”I watched, hidden in the shadows beside Marcus, every nerve in my body screaming at me to act. But Marcus held me back with a firm hand on my arm, his eyes locked on the scene unfolding before us.“We wait,” he whispered.Agatha snapped the folder shut, turning her icy gaze back to Marlene. “Unfortunately, usefulness has its limits. You’ve served your purpose.”

The sleek black car came to a halt just outside the airstrip, the rumble of the engine fading into the tense silence between Thiago and me. My heart pounded as I glanced out the window, taking in the shadowy figures near a private jet.Agatha was there, unmistakable even under the dim lights. Her sharp features and the confident way she moved sent a wave of fury coursing through me. But it wasn’t just her presence that unnerved me—it was the figure stepping down from the jet.A man.Tall, with an air of authority and menace, he carried himself like someone who was used to being obeyed without question. His face was unfamiliar, but something about him made my stomach twist.“Who is that?” I asked, my voice low.Thiago’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles white. “Lucas Hensley,” he said, his voice grim. “He’s the head of the network I’ve been fighting against. And if he’s here… it’s worse than I thought.”“Worse how?”“He doesn’t come out into the open unless he’s about

The message on Marcus's phone glared back at me like a sinister omen. "We have your father. Time’s up."My knees buckled, and I slumped into the chair as my heart thundered in my chest. The room felt suffocating, the air thick with dread. I had been chasing pieces of a puzzle for so long—Thiago’s secrets, Lucas’s manipulations, Marlene’s schemes—but now the stakes were sharper, and time had run out.Marcus’s voice cut through the haze. “Bridgette, we can’t act rashly. That’s exactly what they want.”I whipped my head toward him, my voice trembling. “They have my father, Marcus! You expect me to sit here while Lucas—”“We don’t know how deep this goes yet,” Marcus interrupted, his voice level but firm. “Thiago’s working to uncover the rest. Going back now, alone, is suicide.”I clenched my fists, standing abruptly. “I don’t care. If anything happens to him—”“Stop.”Marcus grabbed my shoulders, forcing me to look at him. His calm exterior was cracking; I could see it in his eyes.“Do y