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Chapter Seven

Author: Augustchick
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-28 19:34:06

Isabella’s POV

So nandito ako ngayon, nakaupo sa kama, paa ko nakataas, may towel na may yelo sa ankle ko, at iniisip kung paano naging ganito ang buhay ko.

Just last week, ang biggest problem ko lang ay kung mag-aadd-to-cart ba ako ng ₱899 na dress.

Ngayon?

Naka-house arrest ako with a man na mukhang CEO ng panganib.

Biglang bumukas ang pinto.

Napa-straight ako ng upo. Automatic. Parang may spine detector siya. At ayun siya—si Lance. Nakasuot pa rin ng itim. Para siyang warning sign ng dark energy. Hindi ko alam kung bakit siya bumalik agad, pero halata sa mukha niya:

Annoyed. Iritado. Nakakatakot.

Hindi siya nagsalita agad. Tumingin lang sa paa ko. Then sa towel. Then sa mukha ko.

“Uminom ka na ba ng painkillers?” tanong niya, malamig pa rin pero mas mababa ang tono.

Napakibit-balikat ako. “Wala naman silang binigay.”

Hindi siya sumagot. Umikot siya at kinuha ang intercom sa pader. “Bring meds here. Ice pack, elastic bandage. Now.”

...

“Wow. May compassion ka rin pala. Kala ko bato ka.”

Tiningnan niya ako na parang gusto na naman niya akong isalpak sa dingding.

“You tried to run. You got yourself injured. That’s not compassion. That’s maintenance.”

Oof. Tama na. Nagpakita na nga ng concern, binawi pa.

“Sabihin mo na lang na ayaw mong mamatay ako sa tapat ng pinto mo.”

Lumapit siya. Slowly. Deliberado.

Napaatras ako sa kama kahit di ako makatalon. “Whoa, chill. Sabi ko na nga ba, bawal ang joke dito.”

“Exactly,” he muttered. “Stop testing me.”

Tumigil siya sa harap ko. Pinagmasdan lang ako. Wala siyang sinasabi pero nararamdaman ko ‘yung tensyon. Parang kahit ihing-ihi ka na, pipigilan mo kasi baka mapahiya ka.

“Why are you still staring at me?” I blurted out. “Nainlove ka na ba?”, biro ko.

Hindi siya kumibo.

Pero nakita ko. A very, very small twitch sa labi niya. Isang second lang. Parang nagpipigil ng ngiti—o galit? Di ko sure.

Then bigla niyang inabot ang yelo, inayos sa towel, at pinatong ng maayos sa ankle ko.

Hindi ako gumalaw.

Siya mismo ang nag-ayos. Maingat. Precise. Parang sanay.

“Do you do this to all your kidnapped guests?” tanong ko.

“You’re not a guest.”

“Then what am I?”

Nagkatinginan kami. Mahaba. Tahimik.

Then he said it.

“You’re a problem I haven’t solved yet.”

Aba. Parang line sa trailer ng dark action film.

May kumatok. Si Lina, dala ang meds at bandage.

Tinanggap ni Lance, at siya pa mismo ang lumuhod ulit at inumpisahan ang pag-bandage sa paa ko. Napatingin ako kay Lina, na halatang shocked din. First time niya sigurong makita ang boss niyang ganito—gumagawa ng actual human things.

“Teka, ako na. Marunong ako-”

“Stay still”, he cut me off.

Tahimik uli.

Ayoko na. Ayoko nang magsalita. Baka magselos ang mga pader.

“Painkillers,” sabi niya, inabot ang gamot. “Take it.”

I stared at him. “Wag na. Ayoko ng gamot”

He glared. “Take. The. Damn. Meds.”

Okay. Okay. Chill. I took it.

Matapos ‘yon, tumayo siya. Tumalikod. Tumigil sa may pinto.

Then he said, without looking back, “You’re not to leave this room until I say so.”

“Figured,” tipid kong sagot.

Walang sagot.

He opened the door—pero bago siya tuluyang lumabas, nagsalita pa siya. Low. Sharp. Controlled.

“If you hurt yourself again, I’ll be the one to decide if you’re worth fixing.”

And with that—he was gone.

...

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