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CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
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Xander ran a hand through his hair in frustration, confusion clearly written on his handsome face. But when their eyes met again, something shifted—and in a heartbeat, he pulled her into his broad chest. Marga gasped softly. She didn’t even try to protest. Not when her body betrayed her so easily, not when it had been craving the warmth of his arms far longer than she cared to admit. She felt the steady, powerful rhythm of his heartbeat. Even with the faint scent of alcohol and cigarettes clinging to him, his masculine cologne—so unmistakably Xander—cut through everything, instantly registering in her senses like it always did. When his skin brushed against her bare shoulder and arm, a familiar, dangerous thrill coursed through her. A sensation she had only ever felt with him. “That's not the reason why I did that, Marga,” marahan ngunit taimtim nitong wika. “I just wanted to know you. I know what I did was wrong—but that was the only way I could be close to you. You kept pushing
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She heard Xander curse in frustration, his breath sharp against the line—but she remained silent, waiting for the receptionist’s response. “Ma’am, ano po ang relasyon ninyo sa owner?” magalang na tanong ng receptionist. “May consent po ba kayo mula sa kanya?” “Answer my fucking question, Babe! What on the fucking earth are you saying right now?!” Xander finally exploded, his voice rising, every word laced with outrage. “I called Jay while I was on my way here, Xan,” malamig at diretso niyang sagot. “I told him everything I already knew, and I told him to let me talk to you first. Kaya huwag mo silang babalikan—sina Jay at Joseph—dahil wala silang alam na nandito na ako sa condo mo ngayon.” “Fuck!” Xander exclaimed, shock and frustration colliding in his tone. “Ma’am?” muling tanong ng receptionist. “Ano po ang relasyon ninyo sa owner?” “Wait for me at my unit, babe,” singit ni Xander, his voice suddenly controlled. “I’ll send you my code.” “Just text it to me on this number, Xa
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Napahigpit ang hawak niya sa cellphone. Mahigit tatlong oras na ang lumipas mula nang i-chat niya si Xander, ngunit wala pa ring sagot. Seen lang—walang paliwanag, walang kahit anong mensahe. Pangatlong beses na itong nangyari. Una, noong nalaman nitong kasama niya si Miguel sa mall. Pangalawa, matapos ang pribado nilang pag-uusap sa private villa ni Miguel. At ngayon—isang katahimikang mas masakit pa kaysa anumang salita. Nagpa-picture siya kay Chasty sa pagdating ng mga bisita ng kanilang amo. At gaya ng unang balita nito, totoo nga—kasama ng Boss nila ang girlfriend nitong si Pebbles. May dalawa pang lalaki at babae, mukhang nasa early fifties, at naroon din si Xander… kasama ang babaeng nakita niya sa social media noong nakaraang buwan—ang fiancée nito. Sa isang kuha, malinaw ang mukha ni Xander. Nakangiti. Masaya. Walang bahid ng alinlangan. At doon tuluyang tumibay ang pasya ni Marga. If the two best friends think they can toy with her—that she’s nothing more than a si
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Nakilala agad ni Marga ang lalaking tinutukoy ni Michael. Si Jay. Hindi na bago sa kanya ang presensya nito—alam niyang bahagi pa rin iyon ng tahimik na pagprotekta sa kanya. Ngunit ang lalaking kasama nito… iyon ang hindi niya kilala. Sa pagkakaalam niya, iisa lang ang bodyguard na kinuha ni Zhavie para sa kanya. “Kilala mo pala ang isang ’to?” hindi maitago ni Michael ang pagkabigla, kasunod ang isang malalim na buntong-hininga na tila ba may tinik na biglang nabunot sa dibdib nito. Tumango si Marga, sinabayan ng isang tipid at pilit na ngiti. “So, tell me, Magz,” marahang sabi ni Michael, pero seryoso ang mga mata. “I’m not judging you, okay? I just want to understand what’s really going on between you and Boss’ best friend.” Nagsalubong ang kilay ni Marga. Muli niyang tiningnan si Michael—ngayon ay masinsin, mas maingat—bago niya ikinibit ang mga balikat at marahang iniikot ang swivel chair na inuupuan. “Ano ba’ng narinig mo na tsismis?” tanong niya, walang emosyon sa
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“Princess?” malambing nitong tawag. Kahit naka-off ang camera, ramdam niya ang bigat ng titig nito—kitang-kita sa screen kung paano naglalaro sa mukha nito ang samu’t saring emosyon. Pangungulila. Pagsisisi. Pag-aalinlangan. At isang damdaming matagal nang pilit itinatago. Agad niyang pinindot ang mute button at hinayaang manatiling patay ang camera. Ayaw niyang marinig nito ang pigil niyang hikbi. Ayaw rin niyang makita ang anyo niyang nanginginig. Kailangan muna niyang makasigurado. Kailangan niyang patunayan sa sarili na ang lalaking kaharap niya sa screen ay ang Kuya Francis na iniwan siya sampung taon na ang nakalipas… at ang unang lalaking minahal niya. Sa kabilang linya, malinaw ang paglunok nito. Kita niya ang pag-angat-baba ng Adams apple nito habang mariing nakatitig sa camera, para bang sinusubukan nitong abutin siya kahit sa pamamagitan lang ng screen. May bahid ng paghihirap ang gwapo nitong mukha—tila nahahati sa pagitan ng gusto nitong sabihin at ng takot na baka
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“I’m not interested in whatever story you’re trying to sell, Ms. Pebbles,” Marga said evenly, her voice calm but firm. “Pinuntahan mo ba kami rito dahil hinahanap na kami ni Boss?” The question sounded innocent—but there was a deliberate edge beneath it. A subtle poke. A test. She wanted to see how far Pebbles would go… and how much control she herself could keep without crossing the line. Pebbles’ brows snapped together. Her eyes narrowed, sharp and calculating, lips pressing into a thin line before curling upward again. Anger flashed across her beautiful face—raw, unmasked. She lifted her chin and slowly looked Marga up and down, head to toe, like she was assessing something beneath her. “Miguel would never allow me to do work for him, bitch,” Pebbles shot back, her voice dripping with confidence and sarcasm. She took a step closer, invading Marga’s space just enough to assert dominance. “Careful with your expectations,” she continued mockingly. “You might hurt yourself.” Her
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