เข้าสู่ระบบElijah Dawson had everything—a billion-dollar empire, a name that commanded respect, and the kind of life others could only dream of. By 20, he’d conquered the business world, turning his love for cars into an empire. But there’s one thing he can’t own: Eloise Hart, his late brother’s wife, and the woman who’s haunted him for years. Eloise is chaos in human form. Tattooed, reckless, and unapologetic, she lives her life with zero regrets. The world sees her as a disaster waiting to happen, a woman who drags Elijah’s name into scandal every chance she gets. But what they don’t know is that she’s the one woman he’s never been able to let go. Elijah knows he should stay away, that every time he’s near her, he risks losing everything—his reputation, his empire, and the respect he has to his late brother. He swore he’d never cross that line, but how long can he resist when Eloise is the one thing he’s always wanted but could never have? Because for Eloise, she could fuck every man on the planet, but not him. Not her brother-in-law.
ดูเพิ่มเติมMAYA'S POV
“Go, Kenji! Wooo!” Halos mawalan ako ng boses sa pagsigaw habang iwinawagayway ang hawak kong banner sa VIP section ng Grand Apex Velocity Arena. Ang ingay ng paligid. Bawat ugong ng makina ng mga sports car ay yumayanig sa dibdib ko. Pero wala akong pakialam. Lahat ng pagod ko bilang college instructor, ang maghapon na pagwawasto ng mga test paper ng mga pasaway kong estudyante ay biglang napawi. Ngayong araw ang Grand Apex International Cup (GAIC). At ang boyfriend ko na si Kenji Sandoval ang nangunguna sa karera. “And car number 7 crossess the finish line! Kenji Sandoval wins the championship!” Gumalaw ang announcer sa giant LED screen. Napatalon ako sa tuwa, halos maiyak habang nakikita ang sasakyan ni Kenji na nag-drifting sa gitna ng track. Proud na proud ako, syempre boyfriend ko 'yan! Dali-dali akong bumaba mula sa VIP stands bitbit ang isang bote ng tubig at tuwalya. Gusto ko siyang salubungin sa pit lane bago pa siya dagsain ng mga reporter. At dahil girlfriend niya ako, kilala ako ng mga security guards kaya hinayaan nila akong makapasok sa restricted area. Habang naglalakad sa hallway patungo sa awarding area, napansin kong nakatutok ang lahat ng tao sa mga monitor. May malalaking TV screens din sa bawat sulok. Ang kakaiba lang, imbis na magdiwang, biglang naging tahimik ang mga crew. Ang iba pa ay dahan-dahang lumingon sa akin, ang lalaki ng mga mata na tila naaawa. Anong meron? Bakit ganyan sila makatingin? Kusa ring napadako ang tingin ko sa pinakamalapit na screen. Live broadcast ang pinapalabas. Nandoon si Kenji, kakababa lang sa kaniyang race car, suot ang kaniyang racing suit. Pero hindi siya nag-iisa. May isang babaeng tumakbo palapit sa kaniya. Naka-crop top ito at high-waisted shorts, fit na fit ang katawan. Agad na binuhat ni Kenji ang babae sa baywang at inikot-ikot ito. Nalaglag ang hawak kong banner. Ang puso ko, parang biglang piniga sa sakit. Hindi ako pwedeng magkamali. Kabisado ko ang mukha ng babaeng iyon. Si Chloe. Si Chloe na co-worker ko sa unibersidad, ang katabi ko sa faculty room na palaging nagtatanong tungkol sa mga hilig ni Kenji dahil 'fan' daw siya. Sa harap ng daan-daang camera, sa harap ng milyong-milyong taong nanonood ng live telecast, hinawakan ni Kenji ang mukha ni Chloe at hinalikan ito nang matagal. Sa labi. Tangina. Grabe, ang sakit pala kapag ang tiwala mo ay dinurog sa harap ng buong mundo. Para akong binuhusan ng nagyeyelong tubig habang pinapanood silang magyakapan sa screen. Ang lalakeng inalagaan ko, ang lalakeng akala ko ay tapat sa akin, ay kasalukuyang nakikipagpalitan ng laway sa babaeng halos araw-araw kong kasama sa trabaho. Hindi ko na namalayan na tumutulo na ang luha ko. Ang mga bulungan ng mga tao sa paligid ay nagsisimula nang pumasok sa tenga ko. “Hala, si Maya 'di ba 'yan? 'Yung totoong girlfriend?” “Kawawa naman, pahiya sa buong bansa.” Hindi ko kaya. Gusto kong magtago. Hindi ko kayang harapin si Kenji ngayon dahil baka makasakit lang ako ng tao. Humakbang ako pabalik, tumalikod, at nagsimulang tumakbo sa kung saan-saang direksyon sa loob ng arena para lang takasan ang mga matang nakatingin sa akin. Patuloy ang pag-agos ng luha ko habang lumalabo ang paningin. Nakarating ako sa isang pribado at tahimik na hallway kung saan nakalinya ang mga mamahaling locker room ng mga elite racers. Nanghihina ang mga tuhod ko. Kailangan ko ng matataguan. Nakakita ako ng isang pinto na may nakasulat na 'RESTRICTED: AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY.' Bahala na. Pinihit ko ang door knob at mabilis na pumasok, sabay sara ng pinto sa likod ko habang nakasandal ako rito, humihingal at umiiyak. “Ah... w-walanghiya,” bulong ko sa sarili ko, habang pinupunasan ang basang mukha. “What the hell are you doing here?” Isang malalim, baritono, at sobrang lamig na boses ang bumasag sa katahimikan ng kwarto. Napatalon ako sa gulat at napatingin sa unahan. Halos mabulunan ako sa sarili kong laway. Nakatayo sa gitna ng marangyang kwarto ang isang lalaki. Half-naked siya at naka-racing pants lang na nakababa sa balakang, habang may puting tuwalya sa leeg. Kitang-kita ko ang perpektong six-pack abs at malalapad na balikat sa ilalim ng liwanag. Pero mas nakakatakot ang mukha niya. Matangos ang ilong, matalim ang panga, at ang mga mata ay parang yelong nakatitig sa akin. Si Nikolai Sandoval. Ang panganay na kapatid ni Kenji. Ang itinuturing na 'King of the Track,' ang multi-billionaire CEO ng Sandoval Group na kilala sa pagiging walang puso at suplado. “I asked you a question,” seryosong ulit niya, habang dahan-dahang humahakbang palapit sa akin. May hawak siyang bote ng tubig at mukhang bagong ligo. “Bakit ka nandito? How did the security let a gold-digger like you slip inside my room?” Aba, teka. Gold-digger? Mukha ba akong gold-digger sa lagay na 'to? “H-Hindi ako gold-digger, Naligaw lang ako. At tsaka... m-may emergency.” Nikolai smirked, a cold, mocking sound escaping his lips. Lumapit pa siya lalo, kaya naman napilitan akong sumandal nang husto sa pinto. Amoy na amoy ko ang mamahalin niyang cologne na may halong amoy ng shampoo. “Emergency? Oh, right. I saw the screen,” sabi niya, sabay turo sa maliit na TV sa loob ng kwarto niya na nagpapalabas pa rin ng interview ni Kenji at Chloe. “You’re Kenji’s background girl. So, pinanood mo kung paano ka ipagpalit ng kapatid ko sa mas kaakit-akit na babae, at ngayon ay pumasok ka sa kwarto ko para subukang akitin ako? Is that your backup plan to stay rich?” Napanganga ako sa narinig ko. Ang kapal ng mukha ng lalaking 'to! Oo, guwapo siya, pero ang ugali niya ay mas maitim pa sa gulong ng race car niya! Katatapos lang akong lokohin ng kapatid niya, at ngayon naman ay hinuhusgahan niya ang pagkatao ko? “Excuse me? Mukha ba akong nang-aakit sa'yo?!” gigil kong sabi. “Pumasok ako rito dahil kailangan ko ng matataguan! Hindi ko alam na kwarto mo 'to! At hinding-hindi ko ipagpapalit ang dignidad ko para lang sa inyong mga Sandoval!” “Then get out,” malamig niyang utos, sabay talikod sa akin na tila ba dumi lang ako na istorbo sa paningin niya. “I don’t waste my time with desperate women. Umalis ka bago ko tawagin ang security at ipakulong ka.” Sasagot pa sana ako nang biglang may marinig kaming mga mabibigat na yabag ng sapatos sa labas ng pinto. Kasunod noon ang pamilyar na boses na naging sanhi ng pagkadurog ng puso ko ilang minuto lang ang nakalipas. “Maya! Maya, nasaan ka ba?! Sabi ng security nakita ka nilang dumaan dito!” boses iyon ni Kenji. Nanlaki ang mga mata ko. Tumingin ako kay Nikolai na ngayon ay nakataas ang isang kilay sa akin at may mapang-asar na ngiti sa kaniyang mga labi. Kapag lumabas ako ngayon, mahuhuli ako ni Kenji at ng mga reporter na nakasunod sa kaniya. Magiging malaking iskandalo ito.I stepped out of the car, eyes adjusting to the quiet warmth of the afternoon sun. The air smelled different here—cleaner, lighter, like it didn’t know the chaos we carried with us. Elijah was already ahead, opening the gate to the villa. And then, I saw them.Two kids running toward him.My chest tightened.Eloah and Eliana.Elijah’s kids.Eloise’s kids.They looked nothing like me. Not even close. But still… my stomach twisted.Eloah had his father’s sharp stare, the same quiet storm Elijah carried when he wasn’t speaking. Eliana, though—God—Eliana was the spitting image of her mother. She even ran the same way Eloise used to when we were younger, like she was chasing something she didn’t want to lose.“Eliana, Eloah,” Elijah said, crouching down, arms wide open as both kids tackled him into a hug, their laughter echoing through the open yard.I stayed still. My throat felt dry.They didn’t even notice me at first. Why would they? I wasn’t part of this world. I never was.“El, Eloah
I stood still.Just on the other side of the wall—close enough to hear every word, every gasp, every breath—but too far to undo the moment.“…It’s positive.”Farah’s voice was shaky, a mix of disbelief and something else I couldn’t name.I didn’t hear Eloise’s voice right away. Just silence. The kind that screams louder than anything else.Then came the softest sound I’ve ever heard from her—broken and trembling. “It’s Elijah’s.”I closed my eyes.Like a punch to the gut, like the ground was ripped beneath me.I should’ve walked away.I should’ve given them privacy.But I couldn’t. My feet were planted, like this wall was the only thing keeping me from collapsing.Inside, Maren was saying something—comforting her, maybe scolding her too—but all I could focus on was the echo of that name.Elijah.Even now. Even after everything. He still has a part of her I will never have.I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to breathe.I thought I could bring her back into my world and everything would
"How is she?"My voice was low, careful, as I leaned on the doorframe of the kitchen where Maren was busy preparing tea. It had been two weeks since we brought Eloise here, and every passing day felt heavier than the last.Maren rolled her eyes without looking at me. "She didn't eat. Again."I exhaled sharply, my chest tightening. "Did she at least drink something?""No," she said flatly, placing the cup down a bit too hard. "And before you ask, no, I didn't force her. I’m not going to beg a grown woman to eat when all she does is sit by the window and ignore me like I’m her maid."I swallowed hard. I knew this wasn’t easy for Maren either. "I'm not blaming you."She turned to face me, arms crossed, frustration written all over her face. "Then who should we blame? Me for trying? You for dragging her here? Or her, for refusing to fight for herself?"I looked away, jaw tightening. I knew Eloise was hurting. And I knew I was the reason."She’s grieving, Maren," I said, barely above a whi
Maybe I'm no different from Noel."I hate you..."Those were her last words before she walked away from me.I clenched my jaw as I watched her go. Her steps were fast, firm—but I could see her hands were shaking. I hurt her. I saw it in her eyes.I threatened her. I told her that if she didn’t leave Elijah and come with me, I’d take everything back—everything that was rightfully mine. The company. The name. Even her. I used the one card I never wanted to pull: the truth that I’m still her legal husband. That I’m still the rightful heir to Dawson.And I hated myself for it.But what else did I have left?I’m dying. I only have five months, and all I wanted—God, all I ever wanted—was her.I’ve lost everything else. My time. My strength. My peace.And now I’ve lost the only person I wanted to come home to.Maybe I’ve become everything I swore I wouldn’t be.Maybe the real damage wasn’t what Noel did to me.Maybe it’s what I did to myself—when I let desperation make decisions my heart nev
In one blink of my eye, I saw Matthew clutching his arm, blood seeping through his fingers. He gritted his teeth, but he kept moving, dragging me with him behind a broken wall for cover.“Elijah…” I whispered, almost like a prayer, my eyes desperately searching the scene. My heart refused to believ
I felt the world tilt beneath me. My legs wobbled, and I had to grip the back of a chair just to keep myself standing. Twin brother? No. That’s impossible. I would have known. I should have known. I shook my head violently. “You’re lying.” My voice came out hoarse, almost desperate. Edmund
Months passed, and Edmund didn’t bother anymore. I don’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing.At first, I thought I’d feel relieved. No more unwanted confrontations, no more exhausting arguments. But as time went on, his silence became something else entirely—an eerie kind of absence that I wa
ELOISE“Isn’t it better if I take you inside? I can vouch for you to Uncle Edmund.” My face turned sour at his question. “What am I, a teenager?” I asked irritably as I unbuckled my seatbelt. I heard him laugh. “Aren’t you?”“Do you also want your nose to get broken like what I did to those jerk












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