Chapter: Chapter 88Mara’s POV Pagkatapos ng weekend na puno ng tawanan, yakap, at pakiramdam na may lugar ako sa mundo… bumabalik ako sa katahimikan ng penthouse ni Liam Villarreal. Isang lugar na walang bakas ng buhay maliban sa kanya. Pagpasok ko, sinalubong ako ng parehong tahimik na espasyo. Walang ingay. Walang amoy ng lutong ulam. Walang boses na nagtatanong kung kumain na ba ako. Tanging ang bigat ng responsibilidad. Inayos ko agad ang mga naiwan niyang gamit mula sa nagdaang gabi isang basong may bakas ng alak, isang relo sa mesa, at jacket na basta na lang iniwan sa upuan. Parang palaging may bakas ng pagod sa paligid niya. At ako ang nag-aayos noon. Paglabas niya mula sa kwarto, tulad ng dati maayos, tahimik siya. “Today’s schedule,” sabi niya, diretso. Walang please. Walang good morning. Walang kahit anong pahiwatig na may taong kaharap siya. Inabot ko ang tablet. “9 AM meeting with investors. 11 AM legal briefing. 3 PM press strategy,” sagot ko, pantay ang tono.
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Chapter: Chapter 87Mara’s POV Ako si Mara Elise Cortez. Dalawampu’t walong taong gulang. Bunso sa tatlong magkakapatid. Executive assistant at sa totoo lang, higit pa roon. Para kay Liam Villarreal isa akong robot. Isang mekanismong dapat gumana nang, walang palya at perpekto At marahil iyon ang dahilan kung bakit ako tumagal. Bilang bunso, lumaki akong sanay mag-adjust. Sanay umunawa bago magsalita. Sanay unahin ang kapakanan ng iba bago ang sarili. Hindi ako ang pinakamalakas ang boses sa pamilya, pero ako ang laging nakikinig. Hindi ako ang sentro, pero ako ang laging nariyan. At ganoon din ako napunta sa mundo ni Liam isang mundong walang puwang para sa damdamin. Bago ako pumasok sa opisina niya, dumadaan muna ako sa penthouse niya. Palagi. Parte na iyon ng routine ko. May sarili akong access code. sa penthouse niya Hindi dahil espesyal ako kundi dahil may obligasyon akong kailangan gampanan doon Malaya akong makapasok at makalabas, at dahil doon, mas mabilis kong natutupad ang mga
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-02-01
Chapter: Chapter 86Liam’s POV Sa mundo ng negosyo, sanay akong kontrolado ang lahat mga numero, tao, desisyon, pati reputasyon. Pero may mga bagay na kahit gaano ka katalino o kayaman, hindi mo kayang ikontrol. At isa roon… ay ang takot. Kinabukasan, bumalik ako sa opisina nang mas maaga kaysa sa karaniwan. Tahimik pa ang buong floor ilang employees pa lang ang naroon, at ang ilaw sa boardroom ay hindi pa bukas. Gusto ko iyon. Mas malinaw akong mag-isip kapag walang istorbo. Binuksan ko ang tablet at agad sinimulan suriin ang revised projections para sa Southeast expansion. Kagabi, pagkatapos kong umuwi galing sa bahay ng magulang ko hindi ko magawang agad matulog. Paulit-ulit sa isip ko ang sinabi ng mommy ko. “You don’t always have to be like your father.” Isang masakit na katotohanang na baka tama siya. Isang katok ang pumutol sa iniisip ko. “Come in,” malamig kong sabi. Pumasok ang ilang taon ko ng executive assistant, si Mara propesyonal, matalino, at sanay na sa ugali ko.
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Chapter: Chapter 85Liam's POV Sa mundo ng negosyo, iisa lang ang ibig sabihin ng apelyidong Villarreal iyon ay kapangyarihan. At sa likod ng apelyidong iyon, nakatayo ang panganay sa apat na magkakapatid ang isa sa tagapagmana ng imperyo. Si Liam Villarreal. Tatlumput-dalawang taong gulang. Bilyonaryo. CEO ng Villarreal Holdings. Isang lalaking kinatatakutan sa boardroom, hinahangaan sa industriya, at iniiwasan ng karamihan dahil sa lamig ng kanyang presensya. Matangkad siya, matipuno, palaging maayos ang tindig parang laging handang humarap sa digmaan. Ang kanyang mukha ay tila hinulma mula sa disiplina at kontrol matalim ang panga, seryoso ang mga mata, at bihirang magpakita ng emosyon. Kapag tumingin siya, para bang hinuhusgahan niya ang buong pagkatao mo sa isang iglap. Walang puwang ang kahinaan sa kanya iyon ang panuntunang isiniksik ng ama niyang si Caleb Villarreal. sa kanyang isipan mula pa pagkabata. Isang alamat sa mundo ng negosyo. Isang lalaking kilala sa pagiging istrikto, m
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Chapter: Chapter 84Caleb’s POV Hindi ko namalayan kung gaano kabilis lumipas ang panahon. Parang kahapon lang, hawak-hawak ko sa kamay si Liam habang karga ko naman si Saphire na sanggol pa habang umiiyak. Ngayon, sila na ang nakaupo sa harap ng malalaking mesa ng kompanya ko nakasuot ng power suit, may kumpiyansa sa kilos at sa bawat salitang lumalabas sa bibig nila. “Dad, kami na ang bahala rito. Magpahinga ka na,” sabi nila minsan, seryoso ang mukha pero may lambing sa tinig. Doon ko lang naramdaman kung gaano siya kahinog. Hindi ko alam kung matatawa ba ako sa bilis ng panahon o maluluha. Minsan napapaisip ako kung saan nga ba natatapos ang papel ng isang ama. Sa umpisa, madali itong sagutin magbibigay, magtuturo, magtutuwid. Pero habang lumilipas ang panahon, natutunan kong hindi pala ito natatapos kailanman. Ngayon, may kanya-kanyang buhay na ang mga anak ko. Si Liam at Saphire ngayo’y matatag na CEO, ginagampanan ang papel na minsan ay pinasan ko. Nakikita ko sa kanya ang tiba
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-01-19
Chapter: Chapter 83Lyra’s POV Minsan iniisip ko, paano kaya kung hindi ko nakilala si Caleb? Nang isinilang ko si Saphire, akala ko doon na matatapos ang takot at pagod ko. Pero hindi pala, doon lang nagsimula ang tunay na laban bilang ina. Ramdam ko pa rin sa balat ko ang hapdi ng bawat contraction noon, ang bigat ng katawan ko, pero higit sa lahat ramdam ko pa rin ang init ng kamay ni Caleb sa balakang ko habang tinutulungan akong labanan ang sakit. “Love, kaya mo ’yan… konti na lang,” paulit-ulit niyang bulong sa akin. Noong unang beses kong mahawakan si Saphire, parang natanggal lahat ng sakit at pagod na naramdaman ko. Wala nang mas hihigit pa sa pakiramdam na may maliit na nilalang na bunga ng pagmamahalan namin. Lumipas ang mga taon, saktong tatlong taon si Saphire, dumating naman si Lucas. At pagkalipas muli ng tatlo pang taon isinilang ko naman si Amethyst. Doon ko mas lalo naramdaman na hindi lang pala ako asawa ni Caleb, isa na rin akong tunay na ina na may malaking respon
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Chapter: Chapter 59Ava’s POV The moment I stepped into Kael’s condo, I felt a thrill I hadn’t allowed myself in years. The space was sleek, minimalistic, every detail deliberate, just like him yet it somehow felt warmer now, softer. It smelled faintly of leather and cedar, and beneath it, the subtle trace of his cologne that always made my pulse quicken. Kael stood near the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lights casting a golden glow around him, highlighting the sharp lines of his suit even as he loosened his tie. His eyes lifted when he saw me, and my stomach fluttered. That same magnetic pull, that tension, that ache of longing—it was all still there, alive and insistent. “You’re here,” he said, voice low, almost husky. “I am,” I replied, feeling the flutter of excitement mix with a touch of nervousness. I had waited for this. We had waited. And now, the air between us was thick with years of desire and restraint. Kael stepped closer, and I could feel the warmth radiating off him. His hand rea
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Chapter: Chapter 58Kael’s POV The city never felt quieter than it did that night. Sitting in my penthouse office, I stared out at the lights below, each one a reminder of the countless nights I had spent plotting, planning, and hoping. For five years, I had carried the weight of my mistakes. The consequences of letting Ava go. And the echoes of her absence had shaped me in ways I hadn’t realized until now. I had tried to bury it under business deals, expansion plans, and the illusion of control, but every victory was hollow without her acknowledgment. Every success in the boardroom, every market conquered, every handshake across a negotiating table it was meaningless if I couldn’t hear her say my name without tension, without doubt, without fear. For weeks now, we had been threading carefully. Our interactions were no longer strained, no longer filled with unspoken accusations or invisible walls. She had come back into my life slowly, deliberately, and I had learned to meet her at her pace. Fl
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Chapter: Chapter 57Ava’s POV The city lights outside my penthouse window flickered like tiny, distant stars, but inside, the space was warm, quiet, and full of tension I could almost touch. It had been weeks since Kael had arrived at my apartment after the hospital. Weeks of flowers, thoughtful notes, and gestures that weren’t grandiose but always deliberate. Weeks of him showing up at the office when necessary not to pressure, not to claim, but simply to be present, to remind me that he had changed, that he had waited, and that he was still here. And yet, I found myself still standing at the edge of a precipice. I had loved him once, completely. I had trusted him, given myself entirely, and it had ended in pain. Could I really open myself again? Could I risk that depth of vulnerability, that exposure, for someone who had hurt me so profoundly? I sighed and poured myself a glass of water, my fingers brushing the stem of the crystal tumbler. Even these small, mundane acts felt heavy tonight, weig
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-02-18
Chapter: Chapter 56Kael’s POV It had been months since Ava had let me back into her world, slowly, cautiously, one small gesture at a time. Months of sending flowers, notes, and small tokens not to overwhelm, not to demand, but to show her consistently, day after day, that I was different. That I had changed. That I could love her without trying to control her, without trying to fix her, without letting my pride get in the way. Sitting in my office, overlooking the city skyline that glimmered with late-afternoon gold, I allowed myself a rare moment of satisfaction. The empire I had built in her absence was strong, solid, and undeniable but nothing compared to the sense of purpose I felt now, fighting for her heart the right way. Elara Quinn was gone. Two years had ended in a careful, deliberate break, handled without drama because I had already made my choice. My company needed focus, but my heart… my heart had always been Ava’s. No flower, no note, no gesture had ever shaken that truth. The mo
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-02-17
Chapter: Chapter 55Ava’s POV The city lights spilled across the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse, casting long shadows across the polished marble. The hum of life outside felt distant, like a world I had left behind when I chose to step away from Kael all those years ago. And yet, here he was. Again. Not with grand gestures, not with demands or declarations, but quietly, persistently, proving that he could be different. That he could be patient. That he could wait for me to let him in. I sat at the edge of the sofa, a cup of tea warming my hands, feeling the tension in my shoulders ease slightly. He was sitting across from me, reading through a report I had left on the coffee table. The way he leaned forward, the slight crease of concentration on his forehead, the careful, measured movements of his hands it all reminded me of the man I had once loved. The man I had walked away from. But it was different now. He wasn’t reckless. He wasn’t volatile. He wasn’t demanding. He was here, quietl
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-02-16
Chapter: Chapter 54Kael’s POV Being back at home after the hospital should have felt like freedom, but the truth was, it was heavier than I expected. My body was still recovering from the ordeal, my muscles weak, my stamina low, and my mind well, my mind was a mess. The illness had stripped me of control in ways I wasn’t used to. It had made me helpless, dependent, and above all, painfully aware of how much I had taken Ava for granted. She was there every step of the way. Not because I asked her to be, but because she had chosen to. Every morning, she brought me tea, made sure I ate something substantial, and checked my medication without a single complaint. She reminded me to take my exercises seriously, to rest when needed, and not to overexert myself. And through it all, she carried herself with the same calm authority that had made me fall in love with her in the first place. I watched her quietly sometimes, when she thought I wasn’t looking. The way her hair fell over her shoulder as she sti
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-02-15
Chapter: Chapter 83ALEXANDER POVThe morning light hits the room in soft, gold slivers, cutting through the quiet I barely remember having. I sit on the edge of the crib, one hand brushing over my son’s hair, feeling the tiny, delicate movements beneath my fingers.He’s awake again not surprising. Seven months in, and he has enough energy to power the city. But right now, he’s calm, staring up at me with those big, curious eyes that somehow already seem like they belong entirely to this house, to me, to us.“Good morning, little one,” I murmur, my voice low, careful not to wake him fully. But he reacts anyway, squeaking softly and reaching toward me with both hands.I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. That tiny trust that unspoken bond is everything. It reminds me why I chose this life. Why I chose her. Why I chose them.Jasmine stirs beside me, her voice muffled as she murmurs, “Your turn…” half-asleep, half-teasing.I chuckle. “Nice try.”The baby whines lightly, impatient now, as if m
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Chapter: Chapter 82Jasmine’s POV Our son calms quickly in my arms, his cries fading into soft, uneven hiccups as he presses his face against my shoulder. I sway instinctively, my body moving in a rhythm that has already become second nature a quiet dance learned through months of sleepless nights and whispered reassurances. “There you go,” I murmur, brushing my lips over his hair. “You’re okay. Mama’s here.” His tiny fingers curl into the fabric of my shirt, gripping tightly, as if anchoring himself to me. The trust in that simple gesture spreads warmth through my chest, dissolving the last remnants of worry that had tightened there only moments before. Alexander steps closer, his presence immediately grounding. One hand settles on my back, warm and steady, while the other moves gently over the baby’s head in slow strokes. “He’s stubborn,” Alexander says quietly, his voice filled with unmistakable pride. “Determined.” I glance up at him, a small smile forming. “Like his father?” Alexander’s mouth
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Chapter: Chapter 81Morning arrives earlier than I expect. A soft whimper cuts through the last layers of sleep, followed by the unmistakable sound of tiny feet kicking against the mattress. I open my eyes slowly, disoriented for a moment, until I feel the familiar warmth pressed against my side. Our son. He’s awake and apparently ready to start the day. I groan softly, burying my face into Alexander’s shoulder. “Your turn,” I mumble, voice thick with sleep. Alexander chuckles beside me, already half awake. “Nice try.” The baby lets out a louder protest, followed by an impatient squeal that makes both of us laugh. “Okay, okay,” Alexander murmurs, pushing himself up. “I’m coming, commander.” I watch through half-closed eyes as he leans over the crib, lifting our son with practiced ease. The baby immediately grabs his shirt collar, babbling happily, as if he’d been waiting all night just for this moment. My chest tightens at the sight. There’s something about watching Alexander as a fat
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-02-16
Chapter: Chapter 80Jasmine’s POV The days seem to move faster than I can keep up with. Weeks blur into months, and somehow, our baby is already seven months old. Every day brings new surprises, new chaos, new challenges but also moments of pure, overwhelming joy.He’s full of energy, endlessly curious about everything around him. There isn’t a corner of the house he doesn’t want to explore, no sound he doesn’t try to mimic, no toy he doesn’t throw just to see what will happen. Watching him discover the world feels like witnessing magic in real time.Thankfully, we have help. Our home runs like a perfectly tuned system, though I barely notice it anymore because the staff moves so seamlessly around us. His nanny watches him during the day, making sure he’s fed, changed, and entertained. Maids handle the household quietly and efficiently. The chef fills the air with comforting aromas, and guards maintain our privacy without ever intruding.But the moments I treasure most aren’t during the busy hours.The
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Chapter: Chapter 79Alexander’s POV The real test had only just begun. Returning to our new home with Jasmine and the baby, I quickly realized that the challenges of parenthood were only starting to show their true colors. Three days had passed since our families had left the laughter, the chaos, the excitement it lingered like a warm echo, but the quiet that followed reminded me that life had shifted irrevocably. Our parents had slowly returned to their respective homes. My parents were back in Australia, settling into their routines, their calls and video chats full of the same warmth and encouragement as always. Jasmine’s parents had gone back to Batangas, promising to check in often and visit whenever their schedules allowed. The house, now quiet in a way it hadn’t been before, felt almost too big. The rooms, each designed to perfection, seemed to stretch endlessly, and the usual hum of the city beyond the walls was sharper in contrast to the calm inside. But the quiet wasn’t absolute. Our home
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-02-14
Chapter: Chapter 78Jasmine’s POV I blink at the sight in front of me, and for a moment, the world seems to pause. The car slows, and I feel the uneven rhythm of my heartbeat in my chest. “Alexander… is this…?” My voice comes out as a whisper, shaky, almost disbelieving. I can barely form the words as my mind tries to process the enormous house before us. Every detail shines under the morning sun. The driveway, flanked by neatly trimmed hedges, seems to stretch endlessly, as if it’s inviting us into another world. The garden blooms with the kind of careful attention only someone with patience and taste could orchestrate. The façade of the house rises elegantly, a blend of classic lines and modern design, glass and stone reflecting light in a way that makes it glow. It’s not just a house. It’s… perfect. Alexander glances at me from the driver’s seat, calm, collected, his hand still resting over mine. His thumb brushes softly across the back of my hand. “Go on,” he says softly, voice steady, warm. “C
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THE MAFIA KING OBSESSION
Damon Mondragon is a man who has never been denied. As the feared Mafia King, he rules through intimidation, loyalty, and absolute control. Emotions are weaknesses he buried long ago until a woman looks at him without fear, without admiration, and without desire.
Dr. Samantha Lopez wants nothing to do with Damon Mondragon.
A dedicated and principled physician, Samantha believes in distance, discipline, and professionalism. When fate forces her to treat Damon after a violent incident, she sees only a patient dangerous, arrogant, and morally corrupt. She refuses his money, rejects his influence, and shuts down every attempt he makes to pull her into his world.
That refusal ignites something dark.
Damon becomes obsessed not with her body, but with her resistance. With the way she stands her ground, challenges his authority, and treats him like a man instead of a king. For the first time in his life, something exists beyond his control, and Damon Mondragon cannot tolerate it.
Samantha tries to cut ties, but escape is not that simple. Damon watches from the shadows, intervening in her life under the guise of protection, tightening his grip without her consent. Every move blurs the line between obsession and possession, protection and imprisonment.
As enemies close in and danger creeps nearer, Samantha is dragged deeper into a world she never chose. She fights to protect her independence, her career, and her identity while Damon wages a silent war within himself, torn between letting her go and claiming her completely.
In a world ruled by violence and power, one truth remains. Damon Mondragon does not love gently.
And once his obsession begins, it does not end.
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Chapter: Chapter 11Samantha’s POV Hindi pa rin tumitigil ang mga ugong sa tenga ko kahit tapos na ang lahat. Parang may naiwan na tunog ng putok isang echo na paulit-ulit bumabalik sa loob ng ulo ko. Kahit pilitin kong ipikit ang mga mata ko, kahit pilitin kong huminga nang dahan-dahan, naroon pa rin iyon. Parang paalala. Parang babala na hindi pa talaga tapos ang gabing iyon. Mahigpit ang kapit ko sa gilid ng upuan habang umaandar ang sasakyan. Ramdam ko ang panginginig ng makina, ang bahagyang pag-alog tuwing lumiliko kami, at ang malamig na hangin mula sa aircon na hindi sapat para pakalmahin ang dibdib kong mabigat pa rin sa takot. Hindi ako umiiyak. Hindi ako nagpapakita ng takot. Ayokong makita ng lalaking nasa tabi ko na mahina ako kahit ramdam kong nanginginig pa rin ang mga kamay ko, kahit parang may lamig na gumagapang mula sa gulugod ko pababa sa mga paa ko. Tahimik ang loob ng sasakyan. Walang nagsasalita sa amin. Walang nagtatanong. Walang nagpapaliwanag. At sa tabi ko
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Chapter: Chapter 10Damon’s POV Ang inaasahan kong katahimikan ay hindi nangyari dahil pagkapasok namin ng hideout ng kalaban naalama sila kaya sumabog ang katahimikan sa loob ng compound. Hindi na ito stealth mission ito ay purge. Dalawang lalaki ang sumulpot mula sa likod ng metal crates sabay na itinaas ang mga baril nila para itutok sa akin pero mas mabilis ako Dalawang sunod na putok. Bumagsak sila bago pa makaputok “More hostiles approaching from the west wing,” malamig na sabi ni Marcus sa earpiece. “Eight armed.” “Hold the grid,” sagot ko. “Walang lalabas.” Nagpatay siya ng ilaw sa west corridor nilamon ng dilim ang lugar. Gumalaw kami sa loob na parang mga anino. Isang ikot. Ilang sunod-sunod na putok bagsak ang ibang mga tauhan ni Velasco Naririnig ko ang sigaw at mura ng iba, mga lalaking sanay mang-harass ng mahihina, pero hindi handang humarap sa totoong halimaw. “Target relocating,” sabi ni Marcus. “Velasco heading to panic room.” “Good,” sagot ko. “Gu
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-01-31
Chapter: Chapter 9Damon’s POV Nang gabing iyon, habang nakaupo ako sa dulo ng mesa at tahimik na nakikinig sa isa-isang nag-uulat ng mga tauhan ko tungkol sa shipment routes, transaksyon, at galaw ng mga operasyon. Nakikinig lang ako nagsasalita pero hindi ibig sabihin ay hindi ako alerto. Ang katahimikan ko ay hindi pahinga iyon ay isang kalkulasyon. Nakabukas ang laptop sa harap ko mga ruta ng shipment, pangalan ng contacts, financial transfers, at posibleng security risks. Lahat ng ito ay pamilyar. Lahat ng ito ay nasa ilalim ng kontrol ko. Pinindot ko ang trackpad at nag-scroll sa panibagong file, pilit ibinabalik ang atensyon sa negosyo. Habang abala ako biglang umilaw ang cellphone ko sa ibabaw ng mesa. Isang maikli na vibration ang pumutol sa ritmo ng silid. Unknown number. Saglit akong napatigil. Sa mundong ginagalawan ko, bihirang walang pangalan ang tumatawag sa akin. Kadalasan, alam ko kung sino ang nasa kabilang linya bago pa man ito magsalita. Ang numerong ito ay wala
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-01-28
Chapter: Chapter 8Samantha’s POV Isang linggo ang mabilis na lumipas, at sa loob ng panahong iyon, pilit kong ibinaon sa limot ang insidenteng nangyari sa ospital. Hindi dahil hindi ito mahalaga, kundi dahil iyon ang tanging paraan para makapagpatuloy ako. Dahil sa trabaho ko, walang puwang ang pag-aalinlangan at mas lalong walang lugar ang personal na emosyon. Bumalik ako sa dati kong routine duty sa ospital, tapos uwi sa bahay para magpahinga saglit. Sa ospital na may mga pasyenteng mas nangangailangan ng atensyon. Mga buhay na kailangang sagipin hanggat kaya pa. Sa gitna ng lahat ng iyon, naging magaan at normal ang lahat para sa akin. Kahit may mga gabing hindi ko maipaliwanag, kapag pauwi na ako, may pakiramdam akong may sumusunod sa akin isang presensyang hindi ko makita, pero malinaw kong nararamdaman. Sinubukan kong huwag itong bigyan ng pansin. Ipinilit kong paniwalaan na pagod lang ako, na bahagi lang iyon ng mahabang oras sa ospital. Ngunit isang gabi, naging mas malinaw ang
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-01-24
Chapter: Chapter 7Damon’s POV Tahimik ang bahay nang makauwi kami. Iyon ang unang napansin ko pagpasok ko hindi ang lawak ng espasyo, hindi ang malamig na hanging nagmumula sa air-conditioni kung bahay kundi ang katahimikang parang may kulang. Isang katahimikan na hindi ko naman napapansin dati ang katahimikan nagpapabigat ng loob. Isinara ng isa sa mga tauhan ko ang pinto sa likuran ko pagkapasuk ko sa loob. Maingat. Walang ingay. Alam nila na sa ganitong oras, hindi ako dapat kausapin, hindi dapat tanungin. Hinubad ko ang jacket ko at basta ko na lamang ipinatong iyon sa sofa bago dumiretso sa mini bar. Nagsalin ako ng alak sa baso pinanood kung paano bumagsak ang likido niyon, kung paano ito umikot na parang may sariling buhay. Hindi ko intensyon na sundan ang babae kanina. Paulit-ulit kong sinasabi iyon sa sarili ko, na para bang kapag inulit ko nang ilang beses, magiging totoo. Hindi iyon parte ng plano. Marami akong kaaway. Maraming gustong pumatay sa akin. At ang sinumang mapapala
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-01-12
Chapter: Chapter 6Samantha’s POV Pagmulat ko kinabukasan, ang unang pumasok sa isip ko ay hindi ang oras, hindi ang trabaho, kundi ang pakiramdam na parang may naiwan akong bukas na pinto sa loob ng ulo ko isang pintong ayokong balikan, pero kusa pa ring bumubukas. Inis akong bumangon. Hindi dahil pagod ako, kundi dahil alam kong may parte ng gabi kagabi na hindi ko dapat pinatagal sa isip ko. Siya. Ang lalaking may sugat pero mas delikado ang mga mata kaysa sa bala sa katawan niya. Habang naghahanda ako para pumasok, sinadya kong gawing normal ang lahat. Kape. Tahimik na umaga. Walang emosyon. Walang pag-alala. Ganito ako nabuhay sa kontrol. Sa malinaw na hangganan. At hindi ko hahayaang sirain iyon ng isang insidenteng hindi ko hiniling. Sa ospital, balik ako sa dati. Parehong pasilyo, parehong ilaw, parehong amoy ng antiseptic. May mga pasyenteng dumating, may mga sugat na tinahi, may mga buhay na iniligtas. Walang bakas ng gabing nagdaan maliban sa mga matang palihim na tumitingin sa
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-01-09
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