Mag-log in[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 Bagong Reyna]Ang hangin sa loob ng pribadong jet ni Sofia ay amoy mamahaling leather at vanilla—isang malaking kaibahan sa amoy ng pulbura, dugo, at basang lupa na iniwan ni Paola sa Tagaytay. Nakasuot na ngayon si Paola ng isang itim na silk robe, habang ang kanyang mga sugat ay maingat na n
[Ang Huling Putok]Ang lamig ng bakal ng baril ay nakadikit sa noo ni Kristoff, ngunit mas malamig ang titig na ipinupukol ni Paola sa kanya. Wala na ang takot, wala na ang panginginig. Ang babaeng kanina lang ay sumasamo sa ilalim ng kanyang katawan ay isa na ngayong estranghero na may bitbit na k
[Ang Halik ng Halimaw]Ang tunog ng pagbukas ng elevator ay tila hudyat ng paghuhukom. Sa loob ng ilang segundo, ang marangyang lobby ng parking basement ay naging impyerno. Ang putok ng mga baril ay bumasag sa katahimikan, tumatalbog ang mga bala sa mga sementadong poste at mga mamahaling sasakya
[Ang Pag-aari ng isang halimaw]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 pang makit







