All Chapters of TRAPPED WITH MY DAD'S BESTFRIEND: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

I hated this.Hated the way Thiago could twist a simple truth into a noose around my throat. Hated the way he stood there—so calm, so sure that I’d fold.Because he knew.He knew I didn’t have a choice.I could say no, of course. I could walk away, pretend none of this was happening, pretend I wasn’t tangled in a mess that could bury me alive.But that would be a lie.I swallowed hard, keeping my chin up as I stared into his dark, calculating eyes. “And if I agree?”Thiago’s smirk deepened. “Then you’re mine.”My pulse stuttered. “That wasn’t part of the deal.”“No?” He tilted his head, feigning innocence. “Bridgette, cariño, everything is part of the deal.”My fingers curled into fists. “Define mine.”Thiago chuckled, a slow, velvety sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “Loyalty, Wifey. That’s all I ask.”I knew better. With Thiago Bermudez, nothing was ever that simple.He took a step closer, the heat of his body pressing against mine. “You don’t trust me. Good. You shouldn’t. Bu

I stepped back, putting distance between us before his presence could suffocate me.“Cut the theatrics, Thiago. Why are you really here?”His smirk never wavered, but there was something darker in his gaze now. “I came to remind you who holds the leash in this arrangement.”My stomach tightened. “Leash? I don’t belong to you.”His hand lifted lazily, brushing a stray lock of hair from my face before I could swat him away. “You signed the contract, cariño. That makes you mine in ways that matter.”I let out a bitter laugh. “Yours? Is that what you tell yourself to sleep at night? You don’t own me, Thiago. No one does.”His lips quirked. “You say that, but every time I push, you react.” His fingers trailed down my arm in a slow, deliberate path. “Tell me, Bridgette, if I don’t own a part of you, why do you tremble when I touch you?”I shoved his hand away. “You’re delusional.”His dark chuckle was low, knowing. “Maybe. But I always get what I want.”I crossed my arms, trying to suppress

The night air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of salt from the ocean beyond the cliffs. The villa before me was breathtaking—an architectural masterpiece of sleek glass walls, stone pathways, and warm lights glowing softly against the dark sky. It was secluded, luxurious… and it felt like a trap.Thiago placed a hand at the small of my back, guiding me toward the entrance. “You’re tense.”I stepped away from his touch, glaring up at him. “I don’t like surprises.”His lips twitched as if I’d just amused him. “You’ll like this one.”I doubted that.We entered through massive double doors, revealing a space that was both elegant and intimate. Dark wood floors stretched beneath my heels, and expensive artwork adorned the walls. A fire crackled in a sleek stone hearth, casting flickering shadows over the leather furniture. It was the kind of place designed for indulgence.I turned to him, crossing my arms. “What is this, Thiago? Some twisted version of a honeymoon?”He chuckled, slow a

Thiago’s smirk was a dangerous thing—slow, confident, as if he already knew I’d lose before I even made my first move.But I refused to let him win that easily.I met his gaze head-on. “I want transparency.”His expression didn’t change, but I saw the flicker of amusement in his eyes. “Transparency?”“No more games. No more secrets.” I crossed my arms. “If you want me to trust you, you’re going to have to give me something real.”Thiago chuckled, a deep, rich sound. “You want me to lay all my cards on the table?”“I think it’s only fair.”He stepped closer, crowding my space, his warmth pressing against me like a silent challenge. “And what do I get in return?”I refused to shrink away. “What do you want?”His fingers trailed up my arm, featherlight, sending a shiver down my spine. “You already know the answer to that, mi amor.”I did.And that was the problem.I took a steady breath. “Then let’s make it interesting.”His brows lifted slightly, intrigued. “Go on.”I met his gaze, refus

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of the ocean waves crashing against the shore. Sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains of my hotel suite, casting golden hues over the pristine white sheets. It would have been beautiful—relaxing, even—if I weren’t tangled up in Thiago Bermudez’s world.I pushed off the covers and stretched, rolling my shoulders. I needed to remind myself why I was here. This was a business trip. Nothing more. I wasn’t some naïve woman who let candlelit dinners and expensive wine cloud her judgment.I took a quick shower, dressed in a fitted navy dress that exuded power, and stepped into my heels. If I was going to walk into a high-stakes business meeting alongside Thiago, I needed to look the part.Just as I was applying my lipstick, a knock at the door made me pause.I opened it to find Thiago, leaning against the frame in a crisp dark suit, looking as effortlessly put together as ever. His eyes flicked down my body, a slow, appreciating glance that sent