The meeting goes smoothly. Andres slid the folder across the table, the crisp sound of paper filling the silence as I opened it. His proposal was well-detailed and structured projections, risk analysis, and a clear outline of how his investment could accelerate Rosales’ recovery.“This is… impressive,” I admitted, scanning through the pages. “You’ve clearly done your research.”“I don’t step into anything half-prepared,” Andres replied with calm confidence. “Especially not with a company as delicate yet promising as Rosales. You’ve been through a storm, Mrs. Monteverde. What you need now is stability. I can give you that.”His words were reassuring, but the way he said them carried an edge, like a man who wasn’t just investing money, but planting roots deeper than what was written on paper.I glanced at Denise, who gave me a subtle nod of approval.“I’ll have my team go through this in detail,” I said, placing the folder back on the table. “But from what I’ve seen, I believe this par
Sunlight spilled softly through the curtains, painting the room in pale gold. For the first time in days, I woke not to dread, but to the steady rhythm of Hunter’s breathing beside me. His arm was draped over my waist, his body warm against mine. I shifted slightly, and his hold instinctively tightened. “Mm…” he murmured, his voice still heavy with sleep. “Stay.” A small smile tugged at my lips. “I wasn’t going anywhere.” His eyes fluttered open, stormy and tender all at once. He studied me quietly, as if committing every line of my face to memory. Then, with a lazy grin, he pressed a kiss to my temple. “Good morning, asawa ko,” he whispered, his voice low and husky. My heart skipped, but I only hummed in reply, tracing the lines of his shirtless chest with my fingertip. For a moment, it was just that, a soft touches, quiet breaths, the illusion that the world outside didn’t exist. But then his voice broke through, quiet but certain. “Thaliya… have you thought about it
Hunter’s words still echoed in the conference room You will not disrespect my wife. The silence that followed was deafening, every executive too afraid to breathe. Cassandra’s lips curved again, pero this time, it was thinner, sharper, like a blade pressed against skin. “Well,” she said finally, her tone laced with mock sweetness. “It looks like Mr. Monteverde has spoken.” She turned to me then, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly. “But I wonder, Señora Monteverde… can you speak for yourself?” Every gaze snapped to me. My chest tightened, but I lifted my chin, forcing steel into my voice. “I don’t need to prove myself to you, Cassandra. I’m not here for games. I’m here for this company. And no matter what you throw at me, you will not distract me from that.” The words rang louder than I expected, and for the first time, Cassandra’s smile slipped completely. She gave a slight nod, her eyes promising this wasn’t the end, before she sank gracefully back into her seat. The
The next days blurred together in a haze of meetings and headlines. Every morning, more papers arrived. Every evening, more whispers.“Monteverde’s New Jewel or Just a Rosales Pawn?”“Cassandra’s Return: Manila’s Darling Back to Reclaim Her Crown.”The last one stung the most. I didn’t need to read between the lines, they were already writing me as a placeholder, as someone Cassandra could outshine and erase.I stared at the paper, my fingers trembling. Why does it feel like no matter what I do, she’ll always have the upper hand?Hunter walked in, crisp in his suit, tie still loose. He caught sight of me gripping the paper too tightly. In two steps, he was at my side, taking it gently from my hands.“Thaliya,” he said low, firm, his palm brushing over mine before setting the paper aside. “Don’t let her win here.”My throat tightened. “You don’t see the way they look at her, Hunter. Like she never left. Like I’m just… temporary.”His eyes darkened, his hand moving to cup my face, forci
Papa’s words stayed with me long after we left the hospital. Don’t let them take the Rosales name from you. They echoed in every corner of my mind, even as the city lights blurred past the car window. By the next morning, wala nang oras para magpahinga. The reports were waiting. The board was waiting. And this time, I refused to show up small. Hunter watched quietly from across the breakfast table, sipping his coffee habang ako naman, nakatutok sa laptop, reviewing the numbers Elena had sent. His eyes followed every move I made, and when I finally looked up, I caught the ghost of a smile on his lips. “What?” I asked, raising a brow. “You,” he said simply, setting his cup down. “You look like your father when you’re focused like that. Determined. Untouchable.” My chest tightened, but I held his gaze. “I can’t afford to be anything less, Hunter. Not now.” He reached across the table, his hand covering mine. “You don’t have to be less. But don’t forget you’re not alone. When you wa
The gala lights still burned behind my eyes as we drove back to the Monteverde mansion. Kahit nakaupo ako sa tabi ni Hunter, tahimik lang akong nakatingin sa bintana, watching the city lights blur past. Kanina, I stood tall. Kanina, I didn’t let Cassandra or Benjamin see me bend. Pero ngayon, every word, every smirk, every subtle dagger replayed in my head. “Stop biting your lip,” Hunter’s voice broke through the silence, low and steady. Napalingon ako sa kanya. He was watching me, one hand on the wheel, the other reaching over to brush his thumb against my lip. My breath caught. “I wasn’t,” I whispered, though alam kong nahuli niya ako. “Thaliya.” His tone softened, but his eyes were firm. “You were perfect tonight.” A shaky laugh escaped me, bitter. “Perfect? Cassy practically ripped me open in front of everyone. Benjamin made the Rosales Group sound like it was already dead. How is that perfect?” Hunter’s hand tightened around mine, grounding me. “Because you didn’t run. You