LOGIN[The Third Move]Paola’s POV~~~“I never thought someone else could corner us faster than Gabriel ever could.”The first words I mutter to myself are when the office door clicks open behind us.I glance at Gabriel. His jaw is tight. His hand brushes against mine—almost unconsciously—but it’s enough to anchor me for a moment.We freeze.Because the figure stepping into the lobby isn’t part of any routine board check or assistant shuffle.It’s her.Catherine Alcantara—the niece I never liked and wh
[The Move They Didn’t Warn Us About]Paola’s POV“They’ve been waiting for us to make a mistake—and I almost did.”The words hit me before my coffee even cools.I sit at my temporary apartment table, staring at my laptop, fingers hovering over the keyboard like I’m about to commit a crime.An email popped in last night, no sender name, no signature—just a PDF attachment.The headline alone made my chest constrict: Confidential: Alcantara Trust Clause Execution Plan.I didn’t open it immediately. I paced the room instead, feeling
[The Edge of Everything]Paola’s POV“He doesn’t know how close I’ve been to leaving—and maybe that’s exactly why I stayed.”The thought hits me the moment I wake up.I lie still, staring at the ceiling of my temporary apartment.No one else here.No calls.No footsteps echoing through the hall.Just silence.And that silence—heavy, tangible—feels different than before.It’s not comforting.
[The Things I Didn’t Want to Remember]Paola’s POV“If my past is where he thinks I’ll break… then he doesn’t understand why I survived it.”The message stays in my head long after the screen goes dark.Check your past before you protect your future.It’s not just a threat.Its direction.And I hate that it works.Because now I’m thinking about things I buried on purpose.Not forgotten.Just… controlled.
[The Cost of Being Unafraid]Paola’s POV“The moment I stopped being afraid of losing him… I started becoming dangerous.”It doesn’t feel like freedom.It feels like clarity.The kind that strips everything down until there’s nothing left to hide behind.No excuses.No emotional safety nets.No illusions about what love is supposed to protect.I’m standing in front of the mirror when the thought settles fully.Not dramatic.
[The Version of Me He Created]Paola’s POV“I used to think control was his weapon. I didn’t realize he was teaching me how to use it.”The realization doesn’t feel like victory.It feels like something sharper.Something quieter.Because the more I understand what Gabriel did—what Adrian is doing—what this entire situation has turned into—The more I see it clearly.I didn’t just survive it.
Natulog kami ng mahigit labing-apat na oras. Sumpa ng edibles."Kristoff, gising," paos kong tawag at bumangon mula sa kama, sinusubukang hanapin ang pesteng vibration na ayaw tumigil. Luminga-linga ako, pero wala akong makita.Ang buhok ko ay magulo, ang t-shirt ko ay gusot-gusot, at pakiramdam ko
"Duh," inirapan ko siya nang pabiro. "Ikaw lang ang taong kilala ko na oorder ng ganyan."Sinindihan ko ang kandila, at lumikha ito ng maliit na kulay kahel na apoy. Ang frosting ay medyo magulo—hindi ako professional baker—pero hindi naman mukhang masama, at proud ako sa pinaghirapan ko."Sige na.
[PAOLA POV]"Sapat na ang social interaction na nakuha ko para sa buong buhay ko. Ubos na ubos na ang energy ko."Eksaherada kong sinabi habang pabagsak na inihiga ang sarili ko sa sofa, ang mukha ko ay sumubsob sa malambot na unan. Ramdam ko ang pagbigat ng bawat kalamnan ko. Ang bigat ng gabing i
"Красивая (Maganda)," puri ni Mama. "Ako si Yelena. Urvan, halika at kilalanin ang girlfriend ng anak natin."Ang tunog ng salitang 'yon—girlfriend—ay nagpangiti sa akin. Akin siya, pero kailangan ko pa ring gawing opisyal. Mukhang hindi naman naabala si Paola sa termino habang tumitingk







