=Sera's POV=
Nang sinabi sa akin ni Damien ang tungkol kay Julian, para akong sinuntok sa sikmura.
"He named you in an affidavit, Sera," he had said, eyes serious, voice steady. "Framed you. Made it look like you helped him move funds."
Para akong nabilaukan sa hangin.
Hindi ko alam kung paano ako nakarating sa kwarto, or kung paano ako nakaupo ngayon sa gilid ng kama, hawak ang phone pero wala ring lakas para gumalaw. Paulit-ulit tumutugtog sa ulo ko 'yung sinabi ni Damien.
Framed. Named. Disputed accounts. Navarro Properties.
"Sera," Damien’s voice was softer now, sitting beside me. "You don’t have to face this alone."
“Hindi ko alam, Damien,” bulong ko, halos pabulong. “Bakit ako?”
“I don’t think it’s just about you,” he replied. “I think he wants leverage. Against the company. Against you and maybe even me.”
At doon ko naramdaman 'yung urgency. Kung may naka-file na ganun sa legal system, kahit seale
=Sera’s POV=There was no press, no podium, no flashing lights.Just silence, sunlight, and the scent of earth in the garden we were slowly reclaiming.Months ago, I lived in shadows—fighting ghosts, answering questions about a marriage I barely understood. Now, I stood in the middle of the old Navarro estate, barefoot on damp grass, and for the first time in so long…I was just Seraphina.No legacy to outrun. No mask to wear.Just me. And the man who never let go.✴✴✴Two weeks after the restoration started in the Navarro Estate, the new pavilion stood where a crumbling greenhouse used to be. Open air, soft wood, surrounded by wildflowers that hadn’t bloomed in years. We kept most of them as they were—raw, untamed. Alive.We gathered today not for a business launch, nor a gala. But for something softer. Quieter.“Simple lang, Sera,” Julianne—one of our lead architects—had said earlier. “You don’t need anything loud to mark something that means everything.”At hindi ko na kailangang p
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=Sera’s POV=Croatia greeted us with gray skies and a biting chill that clung to the air like suspicion. Nasa loob kami ng isang black SUV, speeding through the winding roads outside Dubrovnik, papunta sa lokasyon ng safehouse. I held the dossier tighter in my lap—Julian’s travel history, the property deed under an alias, plus photos of him entering the country two days ago.“Tama ang hinala mo,” Alvarez said from the passenger seat. “The safehouse is under the name J.L. Reyes, pero it’s paid in full by a Luxembourg-based shell company. Julian’s been planning this retreat for years.”Damien was beside me, focused, hands on the wheel. “Once we’re there, I want eyes on every possible exit. Sera, you stay close.”“Malamang. Pag nakita ko naman si Julian, diretsong suntok sa mukha ang matatanggap niya!”He chuckled a bit and kissed me on my temple. "Okay baby. But we go in silent, okay? If he runs, we cut off all exits.”I nodded.Alvarez’s phone buzzed. “Local contact just confirmed—Juli
=Sera's POV=They always say the truth sets you free.Pero sa totoo lang, minsan... the truth destroys before it rebuilds.✴✴✴Earlier That Morning – Operation Unmask Renzo“Alvarez, simulan na natin,” sabi ko habang nasa surveillance van kami malapit sa isa sa mga kilalang financial offices ni Renzo sa Makati. Damien stood beside me, his arms crossed, eyes cold as steel.Alvarez nodded, tapping rapidly on his laptop. “Two minutes and we’ll have the mirrored servers decrypted.”“Lahat ng bank records?” I asked, leaning closer.He nodded again. “Swiss accounts, dummy corporations, offshore funds routed through shell companies in the Caymans. Classic laundering scheme.”Damien’s eyes narrowed. “And the connection to Navarro?”“Here.” Alvarez pulled up a screen.A flowchart lit up—line after line, names linked with wire transfers, fake legal fees, and dummy consultancies.At the center of it all? Renzo Montalban.“Grabe... hindi lang ito panggugulo,” I breathed. “This is theft. Sabotage.