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Chapter Sixty-Three [WARNING: MATURE CONTENT]

Author: Janine Lozano
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-17 14:33:12

The silence that followed was total, broken only by the sound of their heavy breathing. Tristan’s weight, which had just been crushing, was now a dead comfort, pressing Sofia into the sheets. She was utterly spent, aching with a deep exhaustion. The heat where they were joined was the only thing that felt real.

The intense conclusion of their first time had occurred just before the deep night settled.

She tried to speak, but the sheer intensity of the experience had drugged her mind. The city lights were sharp and bright through the windows, uncaring of the intimacy unfolding within. She felt Tristan shift, pressing a brief kiss to her head before carefully moving off her. The space where he had been went cold quickly, though the internal warmth of his climax lingered.

Sofia fell asleep instantly and profoundly.

She did not wake suddenly. Instead, she was pulled from slumber by a delicious, growing sensation in the quiet hours before the clock’s turn. It was a soft, steady heat, an in
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    Her file landed on my desk with all the weight of a nuisance.Sofia Reyes. Lifestyle writer. The kind of name that drifted through company directories without leaving ripples. Forgettable photo clipped to the corner, hair straight, smile forced, eyes that looked like she’d rather be anywhere else. The sort of eyes that belonged to someone who’d learned to endure fluorescent office lighting and polite small talk. The image lacked personality, lacked presence. It was the kind of picture people take when they are told they must, not when they wish to be seen.Ordinary. Forgettable. Unlikely. That was my first impression. A quick assessment, easy to make. The world handed me hundreds of faces a year and most of them blurred together. I expected hers to do the same.But Andrew Lorenzo had called, and when a Lorenzo called, even I listened. They were not people you ignored or dismissed. Their influence stretched across industries, politics, land, histories. Too many doors in Manila had hing

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    The living room was suffocating with silence. Tristan Jacinto stood inside Elias’s apartment like a storm that had broken through the door, and no one could look away.“Balcony,” Elias said, his tone brooking no argument. His hand gestured firmly toward the glass door. “You two. Talk.”“Kuya—” Sofia’s voice was sharp, panicked.“Now,” Elias cut her off.The command was final. Reluctantly, she rose from her chair, fury boiling under her skin. Tristan followed, his shadow stretching long across the floor.Behind them, the crowd of family and guests pretended to busy themselves with food and drinks, though every eye tracked their steps. Elias noticed immediately. With a sharp tug, he drew the curtains shut. “Respect my sister,” he announced. “She doesn’t need an audience.” His voice carried weight, enough to snuff out the whispers.Outside, the December air hit Sofia like a blade. The balcony lights cast a faint glow over the city skyline, Christmas lights blinking far below. She gripped

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