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"Dahil hindi ko kayang mawala ka, Paola!" sigaw ni Kristoff, na naging sanhi ng pagdurugo ng kanyang tahi. "Kasalanan ko. Simula't sapul, kasalanan ko na ang lahat. Hindi ko dapat hinayaang mahulog ang loob mo sa akin. Pero makasarili ako. Gusto kitang angkinin kahit na ang kapalit nito ay ang sarili kong impiyerno."
Lumapit si Paola at sinampal si Kristof
[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.
[Ang Pag-aari ng isang Halimaw na Mafia]Madaling araw pa lang pero ang hangin sa loob ng penthouse ay tila nagbabaga na. Hindi mapakali si Paola. Kahit nakayakap sa kanya ang matitigas na braso ni Kristoff, ramdam niya ang bigat ng mga salitang binitawan nito bago sila nakatulog. Mas pipiliin ko p
[Bilanggo ng Pagnanasa]Hindi nakalayo si Paola. Ang akala niyang kalayaan ay isang ilusyon lamang na mabilis na dinurog ng kapangyarihan ni Kristoff Valderama. Hindi pa man siya nakakalabas ng subdivision kung saan siya pansamantalang nagtatago, hinarang na ang kanyang taxi ng tatlong itim na SUV.
[Ang Huling Gabi]Ang bawat halik ni Kristoff ay parang selyo—mainit, mapang-angkin, at tila sinusunog ang bawat hibla ng balat ni Paola. Sa loob ng marangyang penthouse na iyon, tila huminto ang pag-inog ng mundo. Ang ingay ng lungsod sa ibaba ay napalitan ng masidhing tunog ng kanilang mga hining
[Ang Pag-amin sa Pagitan ng Hininga]Ang ulan sa labas ng abandonadong resthouse ay hindi lamang basta ulan; ito ay isang nagngangalit na harang na tila itinatadhana ng langit upang ihiwalay sila sa malupit na realidad ng mundo. Sa loob ng maliit na silid na yari sa luma at mabangong kahoy, ang han







