Unang Tikim (SSPG)
Sa mundo ni Eros Sandoval, kontrolado niya ang lahat, ang negosyo, ang mga tao sa paligid niya, at maging ang sarili niyang emosyon. Sanay siyang makuha ang lahat ng gusto niya sa isang pitik lang. Pero nagbago ang lahat nang makilala niya si Alana.
Si Alana ay simple, inosente, at malayo sa mga babaeng karaniwang nakakasama niya. Sa isang gabing hindi inaasahan, isang pagkakamali ang maglalapit sa kanilang dalawa. Isang engkwentro na magbubukas sa mga pagnanasang matagal na nilang pilit na itinatago.
Ito ang kwento ng tukso, ng pag-iwas, at ng panganib na hatid ng unang tikim. Kapag natikman mo na ang langit sa piling ng taong bawal, kakayanin mo pa bang bumitaw? O hihingi ka pa ng hihigit pa sa unang pagkakataon?
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Chapter: KABANATA IVALANA SAMONTE POV Kinabukasan, eksaktong alas-onse ng umaga, may itim na sasakyan na tumigil sa tapat ng kanilang apartment. Si Marcus ang nagmaneho. At sa likod, nakaupo si Eros na nakangiti nang makita siya. Napanganga si Alana nang makita ang reaksyon nito. Hindi niya alam kung bakit, pero parang may kung anong nagbago sa pagtitig nito sa kanya. "Ang ganda mo," bulong ni Eros nang makapasok siya sa kotse. Namula si Alana. Hindi siya sanay sa mga ganitong papuri. Ang gown na suot niya ay isang simpleng light blue na bestida na hindi masyadong magarbo pero napakaganda ng pagkakagawa animo'y pinagawa para lamang sa kanya. Itinago nito ang kanyang tiyan na hindi pa naman halata ang maliit na umbok, at pinakita ang kanyang natural na kagandahan. "Hindi ako sanay sa mga ganito," mahinang sabi niya. "Eros, saan ba talaga tayo pupunta? At bakit kailangan kong makilala ang pamilya mo?" Huminga nang malalim si Eros bago sumagot. Hinawakan nito ang kanyang kamay at pinagsama ang kanila
Last Updated: 2026-03-16
Chapter: KABANATA IIIALANA SAMONTE POVHindi alam ni Alana kung gaano katagal silang nagyakap ni Eros.Sa mga sandaling iyon, nawala ang lahat, ang takot, ang pag-aalinlangan, ang boses sa kanyang isip na nagsasabing hindi ito totoo. Naramdaman lang niya ang init ng yakap nito, ang tibok ng puso nito na tila ba kumakanta na tanging siya lang ang nakakarinig."Aalis ako muna ako," mahinang sabi ni Eros habang hinahaplos ang kanyang likod. "Pero babalik ako. May kailangan lang akong ayusin."Agad na may kung anong sumakmal sa dibdib ni Alana. Takot. Takot na kapag umalis ito, hindi na ito babalik. Takot na kapag natauhan ito sa init ng sandali, mapagtanto nitong ayaw nitong masangkot sa ganitong klaseng gulo.Tulad ng pag-alis ng kanyang ama noong siya ay labing-apat.Tulad ng pangako nitong babalik na hindi naman natupad."Eros—"Hinalikan siya nito sa noo. "Maniniwala ka ba sa akin kung sasabihin kong babalik ako?"Napatingin siya sa mga mata nito. Doon, sa kabila ng lahat ng nabasa niya tungkol dito sa m
Last Updated: 2026-03-11
Chapter: KABANATA IIALANA SAMONTE POVDahan-dahang binuksan ang pinto ng kanyang ina. At doon, sa may pintuan ng kanilang munting apartment na labinlimang taon na nilang tinitirhan, nakatayo si Eros Sandoval.Nakasuot ito ng mamahaling gray na suit na tila ba galing sa fashion magazine. Ang presensya nito ay biglang nagpaliit ng kanilang munting tahanan. Ang amoy nito na pamilyar na pamilyar kay Alana ay ang pumuno sa buong kwarto. Amoy ng mamahaling pabango, ng tagumpay, ng gabing hindi niya makalimutan.Nanlamig si Alana. Hindi siya makagalaw. Hindi siya makahinga."Alana," sabi ni Eros, at kahit isang salita lang iyon, ramdam niya ang bigat na dala nito.Napatingin ang kanyang ina sa kanilang dalawa, nagtataka pero pilit inuunawa ang sitwasyon. "Eros... anak, pasensya na sa hindi kaaya-ayang bahay. Sana man lang nagsabi kayo para nakaayos kami—""Ma," putol ni Alana, ang boses ay nanginginig. "Ma, pakiabot nga po kay Aling Nena ng pambayad sa kuryente? Parang nakalimutan ko raw kasing ibigay kanina."
Last Updated: 2026-03-11
Chapter: KABANATA IALANA SAMONTE POVANIM NA LINGGO ANG NAKARAAN.Hindi na bumalik si Alana sa mundong iyon.Pinilit niyang ibalik sa normal ang kanyang buhay, ang pag-aaral sa unibersidad, ang pagsasama sa mga kaibigang walang kamalay-malay sa nangyari noong gabing iyon, ang simpleng routine ng isang babaeng hindi dapat napadpad sa party ng isang bilyonaryo.Pero paano mo babalik sa normal ang isang bagay na magpakailanman nang nagbago?Nakatitig si Alana sa maliit na plastic stick na hawak-hawak niya. Dalawang guhit. Positive. Paulit-ulit niyang binasa ang instructions kahit alam niyang tama ang pagkakaintindi niya rito. Baka nagkamali siya. Baka peke ang testing kit na nabili niya sa botika sa kabilang kanto.Pero alam niya sa sarili niya. Alam niya kahit bago pa siya bumili ng pregnancy test.Ang pagkahilo tuwing umaga. Ang pag-ayaw sa paborito niyang adobo. Ang madalas na pag-ihi. Ang pananakit ng kanyang dibdib na para bang may kakaibang nangyayari sa kanyang katawan.At higit sa lahat ay ang hind
Last Updated: 2026-03-11
Chapter: PROLOGUEALANA SAMONTE POVAng gabing iyon ay parang isang panaginip na ayaw nang matapos.Nakatitig si Alana Samonte sa malaking salamin ng guest room ni Eros Sandoval. Basang-basa pa ang buhok niya mula sa hindi inaasahang pagbuhos ng ulan habang naghahanap ng masisilungan. Napadpad siya sa party na ito dahil sa kaibigan, ngunit hindi niya inasahang maiiwan siya rito nang biglang umalis ang mga ito kasama ang iba pang mga kaibigan.Kumalabog ang dibdib niya nang maramdaman ang presensya ng lalaki sa likuran niya. Hindi na siya nag-abalang lumingon. Alam niyang siya iyon. Ramdam niya ang init na nagmumula sa katawan nito kahit isang metro pa ang layo nila.“You shouldn’t be here, Alana.” Boses ni Eros, mababa at paos. “This is not a place for someone like you.”Napasinghap siya nang maramdaman ang mga daliri nito na marahang humawak sa kanyang bewang. Sa pamamagitan ng repleksyon sa salamin, nasaksihan niya kung paanong nilalamon ng mga mata nito ang bawat parte ng kanyang katawan. Nakabalot
Last Updated: 2026-03-11
Wild Desires
One reckless night was all it took to ruin her carefully built life.
Avery Morgan never believed in dangerous men until she crossed paths with Drake Montenegro, the ruthless owner of Montenegro Holdings. Cold-blooded in business, irresistible in person, and feared by everyone who knew his name, Drake was the kind of man women fantasized about but should never touch.
Too bad Avery made the mistake of craving him anyway.
What started as a heated encounter inside a private casino suite quickly turned into an obsession neither of them could escape. Drake wanted control. Avery wanted freedom. Yet every stolen kiss, every sinful touch, and every forbidden night only dragged them deeper into a game far more dangerous than desire.
Because Drake was hiding something.
Behind his wealth and intoxicating charm lies a secret empire built on lies, betrayal, and blood. And somehow, Avery is connected to it in ways she never imagined.
When anonymous threats begin appearing at her doorstep and a mysterious woman claims to be carrying Drake’s child, Avery realizes she may have fallen for the wrong man. But walking away from Drake Montenegro is impossible when he looks at her like he owns every broken piece of her soul.
The deeper she falls into his world, the more twisted their love becomes.
Possessive kisses turn into dangerous promises. Passion becomes addiction. And desire slowly turns into destruction.
But in a world where secrets are worth killing for, how far is Drake willing to go to keep Avery his?
And when the truth finally explodes between them...
Will their love survive the fire, or will their wild desires consume them both?
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Chapter: Chapter 10She lay perfectly still when Drake returned to the bedroom. The mattress dipped beneath his weight as he settled beside her, close enough that she could feel the warmth radiating from his skin. His hand found her hip, fingers curling around the curve of her bone through the thin fabric of his shirt. He thought she was asleep. She could tell by the careful way he breathed, the deliberate softness of his touch. Avery kept her eyes closed and her heart racing. She should confront him. She should open her eyes and tell him she had seen everything. Heard everything. The way Celeste had touched his chest. The way she had whispered about the women he had ruined. The way she had promised not to go away. But something held her back. Fear, maybe. Or pride. Or the terrible possibility that if she asked the wrong question, he would give her an answer she couldn't survive. So she let him pull her against his chest. She let him press a kiss to her hair. She let him hold her like she was somet
Last Updated: 2026-05-15
Chapter: Chapter 9She woke to an empty bed. The sheets beside her were still warm, the pillow still dented from Drake's head. But he was gone. Somewhere in the penthouse, she heard the low murmur of his voice, sharp and clipped. A phone call. Business, probably. He was always working, even in the middle of the night. Avery stretched beneath the silk sheets and stared at the ceiling. Her body ached in the best way, still humming from the hours they had spent tangled together. But her mind was elsewhere, stuck on the note she had hidden in her drawer and the lie she had told to keep it secret. She needed to tell him. The thought landed in her chest like a stone. If she was going to build something real with Drake Montenegro, she couldn't keep secrets. Not about threats. Not about fear. Not about the way her hands shook every time she opened her apartment door. She sat up, reaching for his shirt draped over the foot of the bed. Then she heard it. A woman's voice. Low and smooth, coming from somewh
Last Updated: 2026-05-15
Chapter: Chapter 8She didn't sleep. The second note sat in her drawer like a living thing, breathing poison into her apartment. Avery lay in her bed staring at the ceiling, replaying every moment with Drake, searching for cracks she might have missed. Did he love her or the idea of her? Was there really a difference? By dawn, she had made a decision. She wasn't going to let some anonymous coward dictate her relationship. If someone wanted to scare her away from Drake Montenegro, they would have to try harder than cryptic notes and old photographs. She dressed for work with deliberate care. A red blouse, the color of confidence. Dark jeans that hugged her curves. Heels that made her feel powerful. She looked in the mirror and told herself she was fine. She was strong. She was not going to crumble. Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. Drake: Come over tonight. I need to see you. Her heart flipped. Even after everything, even after the suspicion and the fear, he still had that effect on her. She typ
Last Updated: 2026-05-15
Chapter: Chapter 7The penthouse felt different after that night. Avery couldn't explain it. The furniture was the same. The view was the same. Drake's arms around her were the same. But something had shifted beneath the surface, a fault line she hadn't known existed until the photograph cracked it open. She stayed anyway. She stayed through Drake's calls to building security. Through his quiet fury as he reviewed surveillance footage that showed nothing. Through the uncomfortable realization that someone had accessed his private elevator without a key card, which meant someone had help from the inside. "You should stay with me," he said that night, pulling her closer in the dark. "Not just overnight. Move in. Bring your things. I'll keep you safe here." Avery stared at the ceiling. "You're asking me to move in because you're scared someone is trying to hurt me?" "I'm asking you to move in because I want you here. The other thing is just practical." She turned her head to look at him. His face wa
Last Updated: 2026-05-15
Chapter: Chapter 6The first crack appeared on a Tuesday. It wasn't dramatic. No shouting, no slammed doors, no tears. Just a quiet fissure that spread through the foundation of whatever they were building, thin and fragile and impossible to ignore. Avery had arrived at the penthouse straight from work, still wearing her gray pencil skirt and silk blouse, her hair pinned up in a messy twist. She was tired. The kind of bone deep exhaustion that came from back to back meetings and a publisher who kept changing deadlines. All she wanted was a glass of wine and Drake's arms around her. What she found was an empty suite. That wasn't unusual. Drake worked late more often than not, and he had never promised to wait for her by the door like a loyal husband. But something felt different tonight. The air in the penthouse was cold. The lights were dim. And on the kitchen island, beside a bouquet of white roses, sat a single piece of paper. Avery picked it up. It was a photograph. Glossy. Professional.
Last Updated: 2026-05-15
Chapter: Chapter 5A month and a half. That was how long it had been since the night at the casino. Forty five days of stolen mornings and tangled sheets and a man who looked at her like she had hung the moon.Avery had stopped pretending she was in control of any of it.She stood in Drake's bathroom now, wearing one of his white dress shirts that fell to her mid thigh, her hair still damp from the shower. Through the open door, she could see him on the bed, propped against the headboard with his laptop balanced on his thighs. He was working. He was always working. But his eyes kept drifting to her, and every time they did, his fingers paused on the keyboard."You're distracting me," he said without looking up."I'm not doing anything.""Exactly." He closed the laptop and set it aside. "You're standing there in my shirt with wet hair and bare legs, and you expect me to focus on quarterly reports."Avery smiled and leaned against the bathroom doorway. "I expect nothing. You're the one with no self contro
Last Updated: 2026-05-14
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