เข้าสู่ระบบJamie Reed works at Bar Della Luna to survive after losing his parents. Adrian DeLuca, the bar’s unseen owner and Mafia King of La Corona Nera, becomes fixated on him. What begins as quiet observation turns into emotional and physical obsession. As Adrian pulls Jamie closer, danger follows. Jamie uncovers the truth about Adrian’s identity and must decide whether love is worth the violence that comes with it. Meanwhile, Lily Grant’s jealousy and rival syndicates push events toward bloodshed. Adrian must choose between control and change. Jamie must choose between safety and love.
ดูเพิ่มเติม“Sam, malapit nang ilabas ang kabaong. Hindi pa ba darating si Adrian?”
Tahimik ang buong lamay. Mabigat ang hangin sa loob ng funeral hall, halo ang amoy ng kandila, insenso, at nasusunog na papel. Si Samantha “Sam” Navarro ay nakaluhod sa harap ng altar ng kanyang ina. Nakasuot siya ng simpleng puting damit ng pagluluksa. Ang ilaw mula sa nasusunog na papel na pera ay kumikislap sa kanyang maputlang mukha. Pitong araw na halos siyang walang tulog. Dahan-dahan siyang yumuko at tinignan ang cellphone niya. Halos wala nang battery. Ilang beses na niyang tinawagan si Adrian Luces. Pero tulad ng mga nakaraang araw— walang sumasagot. Pitong buwan na buntis si Sam. Sa kabila ng bigat ng kanyang katawan at sakit sa likod, pitong araw siyang nagbantay sa lamay ng kanyang ina. At sa loob ng pitong araw na iyon, ni minsan— hindi nagpakita ang kanyang asawa. Tatlong taon na silang kasal. Alam ni Sam kung gaano ka-busy si Adrian. CEO ito ng Luces Group, isa sa pinakamalalaking kumpanya sa bansa. Halos araw-araw itong nasa meeting o business trip. Kaya pilit niyang pinapakalma ang sarili. Siguro busy lang talaga siya. Siguro may emergency sa trabaho. Pinunasan niya ang luha sa pisngi niya. “Siguro busy lang siya… hindi na siya makakapunta,” mahina niyang sabi. Unti-unting naubos ang papel na pera sa kanyang kamay. Pinanood niya itong tuluyang maging abo sa apoy. Pagkatapos ay dahan-dahan siyang tumayo. Halos manghina siya dahil sa bigat ng kanyang tiyan at pagod ng ilang araw na puyat. Paos ang boses niya nang sabihin niya, “Ilabas na natin ang kabaong.” Sa gilid, biglang nagsalita ang tiyahin niyang si Tita Gina Navarro, may halong panunukso ang tono. “Sam, gaano ba ka-busy ang asawa mo? Pitong araw na, hindi man lang sumilip. Parang wala siyang respeto sa nanay mo.” Tahimik lang si Sam. Pero biglang tumawa nang bahagya ang pinsan niyang si Nicole Navarro. “Mom, mali ka. Hindi dahil wala siyang respeto kay Auntie…” Nakangisi itong tumingin kay Sam. “Ang totoo, wala siyang pakialam kay Cousin. Oh, pati sa baby na nasa tiyan niya.” Parang matalim na karayom ang mga salitang iyon. Pero kahit masakit, pinilit ni Sam na huwag mag-react. Sa loob ng tatlong taon ng kasal nila ni Adrian, naging maayos naman ito bilang asawa. Hindi ito sweet, hindi rin romantic, pero responsable naman. Kaya pilit niyang kinumbinsi ang sarili. Hindi niya siguro sinasadya. Siguro talagang naipit lang siya sa trabaho. Pero bago pa tuluyang kumalma ang isip niya— biglang napasigaw si Nicole. “Ay! Hindi ba si Adrian ito? Trending siya ngayon!” Napatingin ang lahat sa cellphone nito. Si Sam ay hindi rin nakapagpigil. Trending video iyon online. Ngayong umaga lang lumabas, pero kuha ang video kagabi. Ang title: “CEO Adrian Luces rents entire venue to celebrate birthday of his true love, Roxanne Cruz.” Biglang nanigas ang katawan ni Sam. Sa video, sumasabog ang makukulay na fireworks sa madilim na langit. Napakaganda ng eksena. Sa gilid ng video, may isang lalaking nakaupo sa silya. Eleganteng elegante ang dating, parang isang hari na tahimik lang na nagmamasid. Ang mga mata nito ay nakatuon sa babaeng nasa tabi niya. Ang babae naman ay nakaturo sa fireworks habang tumatawa. Mas maliwanag pa ang ngiti nito kaysa sa mga ilaw sa langit. Marami ang nakatingin sa fireworks. Pero si Sam— iisa lang ang tinitignan. Ang likod ng lalaki. Hindi niya kailangang makita ang mukha nito. Kilala niya agad. Ang lalaking iyon ay ang kanyang asawa— Adrian Luces. Biglang parang tumigil ang oras. Ibig sabihin… kagabi… habang nagbabantay siya sa lamay ng kanyang ina… habang pitong buwan siyang buntis… habang umaasa siyang baka dumating ang asawa niya— si Adrian ay nagse-celebrate ng birthday ng ibang babae. Nanigas si Sam. Hindi siya makagalaw. Patuloy ang pagsabog ng fireworks sa video. Kasabay nito ang boses ni Nicole na puno ng pang-aasar. “Cousin, sabi mo diba busy ang husband mo? Oo nga, sobrang busy. Busy magpa-fireworks para sa birthday ng ibang babae.” Mahigpit na kinuyom ni Sam ang kanyang mga kamay. Paulit-ulit na bumabalik sa isip niya ang eksena sa video. Ang engrandeng fireworks show. Para sa ibang babae. Samantalang siya— kahit sa libing ng sariling ina— wala ang kanyang asawa. Inakala niyang busy lang ito. Kaya kahit gaano kalaking problema ang dumating, sinarili niya lahat. Hindi siya nangulit. Hindi siya nagreklamo. Pitong araw siyang tumatawag. Ni isang beses… hindi sumagot si Adrian. Pero may oras itong mag-rent ng venue para sa birthday ng ibang babae. Ang babaeng iyon ay si Roxanne Cruz. Ang unang pag-ibig ni Adrian. Ang babaeng tunay na minahal nito. Samantalang si Sam— isa lang siyang asawa na ipinakasal dahil sa utang na loob. Noong nakaraan, iniligtas ng ama ni Sam ang buhay ni Don Ricardo Luces, ang ama ni Adrian. Bilang kapalit, ipinakasal si Sam.The shift felt subtle at first. Jamie noticed it in the way Luca positioned himself that night — not just watching the door, but watching the room in layers. He noticed it in how Adrian’s posture remained relaxed while his eyes stayed sharp. He noticed it in himself most of all — in the way he no longer pretended not to look. They had not labeled anything. No declarations. No promises beyond careful and together. But something had shifted outside the bar too. Jamie felt it when he left for class the next morning.The sidewalk seemed ordinary — commuters, traffic, street vendors setting up early. But halfway down the block, a car idled longer than necessary. Not blocking him, not approaching, just there. Jamie kept walking. Do not react. He crossed the street without looking back. The car did not follow. Still, the awareness stayed with him all day — thin and needling. By evening, he was tired of pretending it meant nothing.Bar Della Luna buzzed with steady energy when he arrived. M
Jamie did not expect sleep, but it came anyway — thin and fractured, like glass under pressure. He woke before dawn with Adrian’s last message replaying in his mind. You should be. He lay still, staring at the faint gray light leaking through his curtains. He was not afraid of Adrian. He was afraid of what Adrian made him feel. That was worse.By the time he reached campus, the world felt deceptively normal. Students rushed past him with headphones in, coffee cups in hand, arguments about exams and deadlines filling the air. No one here knew about shattered glass. No one knew about men who arrived in coordinated silence. No one knew that protection could feel like possession. Jamie liked it that way.He made it through his morning classes on autopilot, scribbling notes he would later have to re-read. Every vibration of his phone sent a spike through his chest — but Adrian did not text again. The silence stretched. It should have relieved him. Instead, it irritated him. By late afterno
Jamie did not reply. He stared at Adrian’s last message until the screen dimmed — then went dark. The words remained burned behind his eyes anyway. Then I protect you — even if you hate me for it. He hated that part most. Not the danger. Not the storm of strangers who knew Adrian’s name like it carried weight. Not even the quiet certainty in Adrian’s voice when he said you can walk away. It was the promise.Protection always came with ownership — even when no one said it out loud. Jamie locked the bar doors, hands moving on habit while his mind stayed elsewhere. Mara had left earlier than usual, casting him one last worried glance. Luca and Adrian were long gone. The air felt thinner without them. He grabbed his jacket and stepped into the night.The rain had stopped, but the streets still glistened — reflecting streetlights in fractured gold. The world looked deceptively clean after a storm. As if nothing violent had happened. Jamie walked fast. He did not look over his shoulder. He
Jamie did not sleep. He closed his eyes. He turned onto his side. He counted the cracks in the ceiling and the seconds between passing cars. But sleep refused him — thin, brittle, hovering just out of reach. His phone lay on his chest. He had texted Adrian. I made it home. Two words in response. Good. It should have felt small, neutral and safe. Instead, it felt like a door left slightly open.By three in the morning, Jamie gave up. He sat up, ran both hands over his face, and stared at the dim outline of his apartment. The place was barely larger than the bar’s storage room. A mattress, a table and a narrow kitchenette that hummed faintly with the refrigerator’s uneven rhythm. He had worked too hard to afford this. He had worked too hard to let someone complicate it. And yet….His phone buzzed. Jamie froze. Another message.Adrian: You are awake.Jamie’s heart kicked sharply — a traitor’s response.Jamie: You do not know that. A pause. Then—Adrian: You are thinking too loudly.Jamie
Adrian DeLuca didn’t tip. Jamie learned that on a thursday that smelled like rain and burnt citrus from the cleaner they’d overused on the floors. It was the kind of detail that lodged itself under the skin not because of the money, but because of what it suggested. People who didn’t tip were usuall
By the fourth night, Jamie knew better than to pretend the corner booth was empty. Even when it was. Bar Della Luna remembered people. Not in the sentimental way; no nostalgia, no warmth but like a ledger. Inked entries. Names written once and never crossed out. The booth carried that same memory no
After midnight, Bar Della Luna belonged to a different city. The early crowd, loud money, careless laughter, people who still believed the night was something to spend—thinned out first. They left behind half-empty glasses and the echo of themselves. What came next was quieter. Sharper. People who s
Jamie learned the rhythm of exhaustion the way other people learned songs. There was a tempo to it. A drag behind the eyes. A dull ache that settled into his calves by noon and stayed there, loyal, through midnight. He woke to it now, the ache already awake before he was, like it had business to att
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