Romances de Selena

“The World Notices They’re Real”Hindi mo palaging napapansin kung kailan nagbabago ang tingin ng mundo.Minsan, hindi siya malakas.Hindi siya headline.Hindi siya biglang balita.⸻Minsan, simpleng tingin lang.Isang larawan.Isang video clip na hindi naman dapat mahalaga.⸻Pero doon nagsisimula ang lahat.Magkasabay silang lumabas ng penthouse.Walang entourage.Walang exaggerated security presence.Walang staged na image.⸻Si Zia, casual dress lang.Si Christian, simple suit jacket over plain shirt.⸻Walang “CEO aura performance.”Walang “perfect couple posing.”⸻Just… them.⸻Pagpasok nila sa elevator, Zia checked her phone.“May meeting ka ulit?” she asked softly.⸻“Yes,” sagot ni Christian.Pause.“Later afternoon.”⸻Zia nodded.“Same building?”⸻“Yes.”⸻Silence.⸻Then Christian glanced at her.“You’re coming?”⸻Zia looked up.“Do I have a choice?”⸻Christian answered honestly.“Yes.”⸻That made Zia pause.⸻Before, hindi ganito ang sagot niya.Before, everything wa

“Zia Falls Ill” Si Zia, nakaupo sa couch. May kumot sa balikat. May hawak na baso ng tubig. Pero hindi siya ganoon kasigla gaya ng usual. ⸻ Christian noticed it first. Of course he did. ⸻ “Hindi ka pa ba natutulog?” tanong niya habang lumalapit. ⸻ Zia shook her head slightly. “Hindi pa.” Pause. “Medyo… pagod lang.” ⸻ Christian frowned a little. “Since when?” ⸻ Zia shrugged. “Kanina pa.” ⸻ Simple lang. Too simple. ⸻ Christian sat beside her. Not too close. But enough to observe her properly. ⸻ “You look warm,” he said quietly. ⸻ Zia blinked. “…Warm?” ⸻ Christian reached slightly. Placed the back of his hand on her forehead. ⸻ And stopped. ⸻ Slightly too hot. ⸻ Zia noticed his expression change. “Ano?” she asked. ⸻ Christian didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he checked again. More carefully this time. ⸻ “You’re running a slight fever,” he said calmly. ⸻ Zia frowned. “Hindi naman siguro.” ⸻ Christian shook his head. “Yes.” Pause.

Jealousy, But Soft Hindi agad halata. Hindi siya sumisigaw. Hindi siya nagbabago ng boses. Pero ramdam. ⸻ May klase ng selos na hindi maingay. Yung hindi sumasabog. Yung dahan-dahang pumipiga sa dibdib. Yung parang hangin lang—pero biglang humihigpit ang paghinga mo. ⸻ At iyon ang unang beses na naramdaman ni Christian sa bagong buhay nila. Zia stood in front of a glass conference room. Simple lang ang suot niya—cream blouse, black slacks. Professional. Calm. Collected. ⸻ But Christian saw everything. Even if he was across the room. Even if he was supposed to be in another meeting. ⸻ Dahil hindi niya sinasadya. He came early. Or maybe— he just wanted to see her. ⸻ Inside the room, Zia was talking to one of the consultants. A man in his early thirties. Confident. Friendly. Too friendly. ⸻ He was laughing at something she said. Leaning slightly closer than necessary. Zia smiled. Small. Polite. Professional. ⸻ But to Christian— it looked different

Learning Each Other’s Silence… and the One Who Never Left Their Past Si Zia ang unang nagising, gaya ng nakasanayan niya noong mga nakaraang araw. Pero ngayon, hindi na siya bumangon na parang may hinahabol. Dahan-dahan lang. Parang may karapatan siyang magtagal sa pagitan ng tulog at gising. ⸻ Sa tabi niya, si Christian. Mahimbing pa rin. Pero hindi na yung “alert sleep” na dati—yung kahit tulog ay parang handa sa digmaan. Ngayon, relaxed na ang mukha nito. Mas bata tingnan kapag walang mabigat na iniisip. ⸻ Zia stared at him quietly. “Ang dami mong pinagbago,” mahina niyang bulong. ⸻ Hindi niya alam kung sino ang kausap niya noon— ang dating Christian na kontrolado ang lahat, o ang Christian na ngayon na natutulog lang sa tabi niya nang walang iniisip na panganib. ⸻ Dahan-dahan siyang bumangon. Pero bago pa siya makatayo, nagsalita si Christian kahit nakapikit pa rin. ⸻ “Alam ko gising ka na.” ⸻ Natigilan si Zia. “…Hindi ka pa gising ah?” ⸻ “Gising ako,” sa

First Morning as Husband and Wife Hindi sumisikat nang mabilis ang araw. Parang sinadya pa nitong dahan-dahanin ang pagbubukas ng umaga. ⸻ Sa loob ng bahay, tahimik. Pero hindi na yung tahimik na mabigat. Kundi yung klase ng tahimik na parang hindi na kailangang pilitin ang kahit ano. ⸻ Unang nagising si Zia. Hindi dahil sa alarma. Hindi dahil sa ingay. Kundi dahil sanay pa rin ang katawan niya sa “alert mode”—kahit wala na namang dahilan para magmadali. ⸻ Saglit siyang nakahiga lang. Nakatingin sa kisame. Ramdam niya ang init ng kumot. Ramdam niya ang hangin na hindi na parang laban. ⸻ “Normal,” mahina niyang bulong. Parang hindi pa rin niya sure kung kaya niyang paniwalaan ang salitang iyon. ⸻ Sa tabi niya, si Christian. Mahimbing. Relaxed. Isang kamay nasa ibabaw ng kumot, parang hindi na kailangang humawak ng kahit ano para protektahan ang sarili. ⸻ Zia turned slightly. Tinitigan siya. Matagal. ⸻ Ibang-iba ito sa Christia

A Marriage That No Longer Needs a Contract Tahimik ang umaga. Pero hindi na iyon yung katahimikang mabigat na dati nilang kinatatakutan. Ngayon, iba na. Parang hangin na dumadaloy lang—hindi nanghihimasok, hindi nanggugulo. ⸻ Si Zia ang unang nagising. Hindi dahil may alarm. Kundi dahil sanay pa rin ang katawan niya sa dati—yung laging may kailangang harapin. ⸻ Pero ngayon… walang urgent message. Walang emergency call. Walang pangalan na kailangang takbuhan. ⸻ Sa tabi niya, si Christian. Mahimbing ang tulog. Hindi yung tulog na pagod lang. Kundi tulog na walang iniwang laban sa loob ng isip. ⸻ Zia stared at him quietly. Matagal. Parang inaalala niya kung kailan siya huling nakatingin kay Christian nang walang takot sa susunod na mangyayari. ⸻ “Ganito pala ‘pag walang gulo,” mahina niyang sabi. ⸻ Pero hindi ito gulo. Hindi rin kapayapaan lang. ⸻ Ito yung pagitan ng dati at bago. ⸻ ⸻ Sa kusina, nagluto siya ng simpleng almu

Officially Mine (Part 2) Warm applause gradually settled into cheerful conversations as the atmosphere inside the royal dining hall transformed into one of celebration. Warriors exchanged proud smiles while the palace servants quietly congratulated one another, genuinely delighted to see White Fang Palace filled with happiness once again. Sam remained standing beside Queen Rhed, still trying to process everything that had just happened. “I… I don’t know what to say.” Queen Rhed gently cupped her cheek. “You’ve already said enough, my dear.” “I only followed my heart.” “And that is exactly why everyone has accepted you.” The older woman’s eyes shimmered with emotion. “You never asked to be loved.” “You simply loved this family first.” ⸻ Froz watched the exchange from only a few steps away, his usually composed expression noticeably softer than before. Seeing Sam welcomed with such sincerity eased a burden he hadn’t realized he had been carrying since the day she

Officially Mine (Part 1) Morning arrived with an unusual sense of excitement throughout White Fang Palace. Servants hurried through the corridors carrying fresh flowers while cooks prepared an extravagant breakfast, their cheerful conversations replacing the quiet tension that had filled the palace only days before. Although no official announcement had been made, rumors traveled faster than the winter wind. The Alpha had smiled. Lady Sam had smiled even more. For many within White Fang Territory, those two facts alone were enough to confirm everything. Sam slowly opened her bedroom window and welcomed the crisp mountain breeze. Sunlight reflected across the endless blanket of snow outside, bathing the palace in a soft golden glow that somehow made the entire territory feel warmer than usual. She rested both hands against the windowsill. The previous evening replayed in her thoughts with astonishing clarity. Froz’s confession. His gentle smile. Their first kiss

First Kiss Morning sunlight filtered gently through the frosted windows of White Fang Palace, painting golden streaks across the polished stone floor. Although another day had begun, neither Sam nor Froz had managed to leave the memories of the Moonlit Garden behind, and the silence between their hearts felt louder than ever before. Sam sat beside her bedroom window with a warm cup of tea resting untouched in her hands. Every time she closed her eyes, she remembered how close they had been beneath the moonflowers, the warmth of Froz’s hand around hers, and the way his silver eyes had looked at her as though she were the only person in the world. She buried her face in the blanket draped over her lap. “…Why do I keep replaying it?” Her heart answered before her mind could. Because you wanted that moment to last. Her cheeks immediately turned crimson. “I’ve completely lost my mind.” A soft knock interrupted her thoughts. “Lady Sam?” “Come in.” The door opened slowly as Quee

The Moonlit Garden The morning after the latest reports from the northern border arrived unusually quiet over White Fang Territory. Although the palace remained under heightened security, the air carried an unexpected calm, as if the mountain itself had decided to grant its people a brief moment of peace before another storm arrived. For the first time in days, no scouts came rushing through the gates with alarming news. No emergency meetings filled the royal library. No battle horns echoed across the fortress. Even the warriors seemed grateful for the temporary silence. Sam stood outside her bedroom balcony, enjoying the crisp winter breeze as she watched snowflakes drift lazily through the air. The distant mountains shimmered beneath the early sunlight, reminding her why White Fang Territory was often called the Kingdom of Eternal Winter. She smiled softly.

The Heart’s Truth The morning sun rose gently over White Fang Territory, casting a golden glow across the snow-covered mountains. The peaceful scenery hid the growing unease that lingered within the palace walls, where every guard remained alert after the discovery of the Shadow Hunters’ movements. Although the danger had not yet reached their gates, everyone could feel that something inevitable was drawing closer. Inside the palace, Sam found herself awake much earlier than usual. Sleep had become increasingly difficult since the revelation of the prophecy, and her thoughts always seemed to wander toward the same person no matter how hard she tried to avoid it. She sighed softly while sitting on the edge of her bed. “Why do I keep thinking about him…?” Her own question made her cheeks warm. She buried her face in her hands. “This is ridiculous…” A knock

The Enemy Watches (Part 2) The atmosphere inside White Fang Palace grew noticeably heavier after the scout’s report. Nobody openly spoke about fear, but it lingered beneath every conversation and every glance exchanged between the warriors. The Shadow Hunters were no longer a distant threat hidden in rumors and legends. They were real, organized, and moving closer with every passing day. The following morning, White Fang Territory awoke under increased security. Warriors patrolled the palace grounds in larger numbers while scouts continuously arrived with reports from the borders. Even the servants could sense that something significant was unfolding. Sam noticed it immediately. Everywhere she walked, guards followed discreetly behind her. Or at least, they attempted to be discreet. The effort was not particularly successful. She stopped in the