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CHAPTER TWENTY-NINEStorms CollideLucy’s POVThe words hung in my chest like a blade.“Then I’ll take my place by force.”I didn’t answer Felix. Couldn’t. My throat had closed, my thoughts a whirlpool.He left soon after, without slamming the door, without raising his voice again. But his vow lingered, filling every corner of my apartment until even the walls seemed to echo it.By the time I finally crawled into bed, my body trembled with exhaustion I couldn’t fight.Sleep brought no rest—only dreams of courtrooms, Max’s cries echoing, Felix and Elias standing on opposite sides of me, each pulling while I broke apart in the middle.The next morning, Max padded into the kitchen still in his pajamas, hair sticking up like little wings.“Mommy,” he said, rubbing his eyes, “why does Uncle Felix come here a lot?”My hand froze on the coffeepot.Max tilted his head, waiting for my answer.I crouched, forcing a smile, tucking his hair behind his ear. “Because he cares about us.”Max blinked

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHTShadows at the DoorLucy’s POVMorning sunlight bled through the curtains, but it didn’t chase away the heaviness in my chest.Felix’s words from last night echoed still, looping endlessly in my mind.“I don’t want to take him. I want to be his father. I want him to know me.”For the first time, I believed him.And that terrified me more than his anger ever did.Because if Felix Creed really meant it, then the walls I’d built for five long years weren’t just cracking—they were already rubble beneath our feet.Max bounded into the kitchen, dragging his stuffed toy by one arm. “Mommy! Pancakes?”I forced a smile, reaching for the mixing bowl. “Pancakes it is.”But before I could even crack an egg, another voice answered from behind me.“I’ll handle it.”I froze.Felix stood by the counter, sleeves rolled up, moving with a confidence that didn’t belong in my kitchen but somehow fit anyway. He pulled the pan from the rack, setting it on the stove like he’d done it a h

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVENThe Edge of SurrenderLucy’s POVThat night, the walls of my apartment seemed smaller than ever. Every creak of the pipes, every hum of the refrigerator pressed down on me like a weight.But heavier than the silence was Felix’s vow, still ringing in my ears.“Max is my son. And I will fight for him.”I lay awake, staring at the ceiling long after midnight, afraid of closing my eyes. Because in the darkness, his face returned—furious, broken, determined—and there was no running anymore.I thought I had been strong. I thought I had been clever, building this life in secret, shielding Max from the Creeds’ world.But Felix had found us.And the truth was out.A soft rustle pulled me from my spiraling thoughts.“Mommy?”I turned. Max stood by my bed, hair rumpled, clutching his stuffed toy. His lower lip trembled.“I had a bad dream.”My heart clenched. I pulled him into my arms, tucking him against my chest. His small body was warm, fragile, so achingly precious.“Wha

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIXWhen the Walls BreakLucy’s POVThe hallway light flickered, buzzing faintly above us. I stood frozen at the building’s entrance, Max clutching my hand, while Felix’s shadow stretched across the tiles.He wasn’t moving. Wasn’t leaving.“I’m not going anywhere,” Felix said again, low, steady. His eyes locked on mine, relentless. “Not until you tell me the truth.”The air between us pressed heavy, suffocating.Max tilted his head up at me, confusion clouding his wide eyes. “Mommy? Who is he?”My heart squeezed.I forced a shaky smile. “A… friend, Maxie. Mommy just needs to talk with him.”Felix’s jaw clenched at the word friend, but he didn’t argue. Not in front of Max.I fumbled with my keys, every nerve screaming against this, and pushed the door open.“Come inside,” I whispered.The apartment smelled faintly of garlic and rice from last night’s dinner. The ordinary scent made the tension even sharper, like Felix’s presence didn’t belong in this fragile, hidden worl

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVEThe Weight of SilenceLucy’s POVThe moment Felix walked away from the park, my legs gave out. I sank onto the bench, trembling so hard my teeth clattered.His words echoed in me like a brand.He’s my son. I won’t let him grow up thinking I don’t exist.I had run for so long. Buried the truth under work, distance, and silence. But Felix’s eyes—raw, broken, furious—had shattered all of it in one blow.The walls I built weren’t just cracking anymore. They were collapsing.That night, I tucked Max into bed with hands that wouldn’t stop shaking.“Mommy, why are your eyes red?” he asked, his small fingers brushing my cheek.I forced a laugh, kissing his forehead. “Just tired, baby. Mommy’s fine.”He studied me with an earnest frown that looked too much like Felix’s. My throat tightened until I thought I would choke.When he finally drifted off, clutching his stuffed toy, I lingered at his side. My son. My everything.And the one secret I could no longer protect.In the

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOURShadows of BetrayalFelix’s POVFor a moment, I couldn’t breathe.The park blurred around me—voices, footsteps, the hum of the city—all muffled, drowned beneath the single truth roaring in my skull.He’s mine.The boy on the swing—Max—laughing, legs pumping clumsily against the air, was my blood. My son.And Lucy—God.Lucy had kept him from me.I staggered back a step, fists trembling at my sides. Every detail I had ignored before, every flicker of familiarity, fell into place like cruel puzzle pieces.The way Max’s eyes crinkled when he smiled. The stubborn crease between his brows. Even his laugh—sharp, unpolished, but carrying an echo I recognized from old home videos of myself as a child.I had looked at that boy once and thought, he feels like mine.Now, there was no doubt.“Lucy.” My voice came out low, hoarse, dangerous even to my own ears.She flinched, guilt carved into every line of her face. “Felix—”“How old is he?” I demanded.Her lips parted, but no

Echoes in the Dark(Andra’s POV)The newsroom felt heavier after everyone else went home. Even the hum of the servers sounded cautious, like the machines knew something was wrong.Leo was still at his desk, the blue light from his monitor reflecting off the half-empty mug beside him. I dropped the folder on the table—every printout, every copied log from the CCTV system.“Tell me you found something,” I said.He didn’t look up. “Not yet. The footage is corrupted halfway through—someone tampered with the digital feed before the blackout.”“Meaning?”“Meaning whoever broke in had admin access.”My jaw tightened. “So, it really came from inside.”He finally glanced at me, eyes shadowed by exhaustion. “We can confirm that after I clean the analog copy. Ms. Valerio said she’ll give us another hour before security sweeps the floor.”We worked in near silence. Only the soft clicking of keys and the low hum of the air conditioner filled the room. I replayed the moment in my head—the silhouet

Inside the Walls(Andra’s POV) The newsroom felt colder that morning. Not because of the AC, but because of the silence—the kind that sits heavy, like everyone knew something was about to explode.The coffee machine sputtered in the background, printers hummed softly, and the faint click of keyboards echoed through The Daily Truth’s open floor. But for the first time since I joined the publication, I felt watched. Paranoid, maybe pero hindi ako ganito dati. Leo arrived minutes later, dark circles under his eyes, laptop bag slung loosely over his shoulder. “Didn’t sleep?” he asked. “Barely,” I admitted. “I kept replaying the dock recording. May narinig akong pangalan ko sa dulo.” He froze mid-step. “As in, literal— ‘Andra Enriquez, stop digging’?” I nodded. “Barely audible, pero malinaw.” Leo exhaled sharply. “Then we move fast before whoever that was realizes we still have the file.” Inside the glass-walled office, our editor, Ms. Valerio, was waiting. She was in her early fift

CHAPTER 5Poisoned CupAng dilim ng silid ay tila sumasakal sa akin. Nakatitig ako sa maliit na piraso ng papel na nakuha ko sa ilalim ng pinto. "The dragon is watching. Don't trust the water you drink tonight." Ang sulat-kamay ay pamilyar, pero sa tindi ng kaba ko, hindi ko matandaan kung kanino ito galing.Dragon. Iisa lang ang pumasok sa isip ko—si Donya Valeriana.Napaupo ako sa gilid ng kama, yakap ang sarili ko. Pagkatapos ng marahas na pagtrato sa akin ni Zayne kanina, pakiramdam ko ay isang basahan na lang ako na itinapon sa sulok. He didn't believe me. Ang lalaking pinagsilbihan ko ng limang taon ay mas pinili ang digital logs kaysa sa salita ko. Pero hindi ko siya masisisi; sa mundo ng mga Montenegro, ang emosyon ay isang lason, at ang ebidensya ang tanging batas.Narinig ko ang pag-ikot ng susi sa pinto. Pumasok ang isang batang katulong, si Maria. Siya ang pinakamahinhin sa mga staff at madalas kong nakakausap noong secretary pa lang ako. May dala siyang tray ng pagkain at

CHAPTER 4Matriarch's ArrivalHindi ko alam kung ilang oras akong nakatulog, pero nagising ako sa ingay ng mga sasakyang dumadating sa labas ng mansion. Ang sikat ng araw ay tumatagos sa mabigat na kurtina ng master suite. Paglingon ko sa tabi ko, wala na si Zayne. Ang tanging naiwan ay ang gusot sa unan at ang amoy ng kanyang bango na tila ayaw lumisan sa balat ko.Bumangon ako at halos mapatalon sa gulat nang makita ang tatlong babaeng naka-uniporme na nakatayo sa dulo ng kama."Good morning, Madame," sabay-sabay nilang bati habang nakayuko.Madame. Ang salitang iyon ay tila isang mabigat na korona na pilit inilalagay sa ulo ko. "A-Ah, good morning din po. Nasaan si Zayne?""Nasa study room po si Sir Zayne, Madame. Pinaghahanda na po niya kayo. Darating na po ang Donya sa loob ng tatlumpung minuto," sagot ng isa sa kanila. "Kami po ang naatasan na mag-ayos sa inyo. Narito na po ang isusuot niyo."Inilabas nila ang isang silk dress na kulay champagne. Simple lang ito pero kitang-kita

CHAPTER 3Paper PrisonHe turned me around and pressed his hardness against my buttocks. He bit my ear while whispering something incoherent, a low growl that sent shivers down my spine. He unbuttoned his pants, tanging ang natira na lamang ay ang pang-itaas niyang saplot."Damn it, did you know I've wanted to taste you for a long time, Coleen!" he whispered. "At sa pangalawang pagkakataon, I am going to claim mine."Then I felt two large hands cup my breasts. He turned me to face him and kissed me harshly, a bruising claim that tasted of desperation. Then, suddenly, he forced his massive cock into my entrance. Shit. Ang sakit. I cried out, the sudden stretch making me feel like I was being split apart again. He didn't stop, but he quickly found his rhythm, his hard, reddened shaft sliding deep. He began sucking my nipples, causing me to arch my back in a confusing mixture of agony and pleasure."Fuck..." he groaned, and my cheeks flushed crimson. "Fuck... Ahh... Shit... Coleen..." He

CHAPTER 2Council's DinnerPagkatapos ng marahas na pag-angkin sa akin ni Sir Theodore ay agad kong sinunod ang utos nito. I cleansed myself and wore the dress he brought. Ang bagong dress na ipinahanda ni Sir Theodore ay isang emerald green silk slip dress. Yakap na yakap nito ang bawat kurba ng katawan ko—ang mga kurbang kanina lang ay pilit na inangkin ng kanyang mga kamay. Habang tinitingnan ko ang sarili ko sa salamin ng kanyang walk-in closet, hindi ko makilala ang babaeng nakaharap sa akin.Wala na ang simpleng secretary na si Coleen na laging naka-ponytail at naka-blazer. Ang nakikita ko ngayon ay isang babaeng mukhang pag-aari ng isang hari—isang babaeng tila nabahiran na ng madilim na mundo ng mga Montenegro. Ang labi ko ay medyo namamaga pa mula sa mapusok niyang halik kanina, at ang mga marka sa aking leeg ay pilit kong itinatago gamit ang concealer.Napahawak ako sa aking puson. May kakaibang pintig doon—hindi dahil sa sakit, kundi dahil sa ideya na sa loob ng ilang linggo