LOGINThird Person POV
The next two weeks inside the Villareal Mansion became a quiet, torturous game of cat and mouse. Elena tried her absolute best to blend into the shadows, but no matter where she went, she could feel Zachary’s piercing, heavy gaze burning into her skin. Whether she was serving breakfast in the grand dining hall or polishing the antique vases in the living room, he was always there—watching. He didn't speak much, but the sheer intensity of his presence was enough to leave Elena completely breathless and flustered. "Elena, pakihatid naman itong bagong selyadong envelope sa kwarto ni Sir Zachary," utos ni Manang Josie isang gabi habang nag-aayos sila sa kusina. "Kararating lang galing sa kumpanya. Importante yata." "O-Opo, Manang," sagot ni Elena, kahit agad na kumaba ang dibdib niya. Iniiwasan niya hangga't maaari ang private quarters ng bilyonaryo, lalo na kapag ganitong gabi na. Pero wala siyang magagawa. Bitbit ang envelope, dahan-dahan siyang umakyat sa grand staircase patungo sa master bedroom sa dulo ng pasilyo. Pagdating sa harap ng malaking double doors, huminga muna siya nang malalim bago kumatok. "Sir Zachary? May personal delivery po para sa inyo." Walang sumagot. Kumatok siya ulit, ngunit nanatiling tahimik ang loob. Napansin ni Elena na bahagyang nakabukas ang pinto, kaya marahan niya itong itinulak. "Sir?" The room was vast and dim, illuminated only by the faint light coming from his massive balcony. The scent of premium whiskey and masculine musk hung heavy in the air. As Elena stepped inside to place the envelope on his desk, her eyes accidentally caught a stack of documents left wide open under a paperweight. At the very top of the page, bold corporate letters stared back at her: LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT: INFRASTRUCTURE & SHAREHOLDER DISTRIBUTION. Below it, a specific clause was heavily highlighted in yellow ink: "...absolute transfer of maximum shares shall only take effect upon the legal marriage of the designated heir, Zachary Villareal, before the end of the current fiscal year." Elena gasped softly, her hand flying to her mouth. “Kaya pala...” bulong niya sa sarili. Kaya pala ganoon na lamang ang pressure dito ng pamilya at ng mga board members ng kumpanya. Ang buong buhay at imperyo ng lalaki ay nakasalalay sa isang kasal. "Are you snooping around my room, Elena?" The cold, dangerously deep voice made Elena jump in sheer terror. She whipped around, her heart leaping into her throat. Zachary was standing by the open balcony doors. He had just stepped inside, holding a half-empty glass of bourbon. His black hair was chaotic, his expensive suit jacket was nowhere to be seen, and his white dress shirt was unbuttoned halfway down his chest, revealing his hard, sweat-glistening skin. He looked absolutely exhausted, his jaw clenched so tight the muscles in his face were trembling. The pressure from the business gathering he had just attended earlier that evening was clearly tearing him apart. "S-Sir... hindi po!" Elena stammered, stepping back until her hips pressed against the edge of the mahogany desk. "May inihatid lang po akong sulat. Patawad po, aalis na ako—" "Stop right there," Zachary commanded, his voice vibrating with raw, unchecked dominance. He didn't just walk toward her; he cornered her. In three large strides, Zachary closed the distance between them. He slammed his free hand onto the desk right next to her waist, trapping her completely within his space. The intoxicating heat radiating from his massive frame completely overwhelmed Elena’s senses, making her knees tremble beneath her plain uniform. "Sir Zachary..." Elena whispered, her large, innocent eyes wide with fear as she looked up at his tormented, handsome face. Zachary didn't speak immediately. His dark, clouded eyes dropped to her trembling lips, then down to how her chest heaved heavily against her shirt. The pure vanilla scent of her skin was driving him insane, breaking down whatever little self-control he had left after a night of corporate hell. "Tell me, Elena..." Zachary whispered, his voice dangerously low, his breath hot against her face. "How much do you love your family?"Three days had passed since Elena vanished into the shadows, but Zachary had not slept. The silence of his empty home was a constant, agonizing reminder of what he had lost. However, the despair that had initially threatened to consume him had fully hardened into a cold, calculating wrath. The Galvez family had crossed the ultimate line. By forcing his wife into hiding with their vicious lies, they had signed their own corporate and social death warrant."It is done, Chairman," Sebastian reported, stepping into the high-rise executive office of Villareal Holdings. He placed a thick tablet on the glass desk. "The hostile takeover of Galvez Enterprises is complete. We acquired ninety percent of their outstanding shares at rock-bottom prices after the market opened this morning. Their board has officially voted to oust Cassandra’s father."Zachary didn't look up immediately. He was staring down at the busy streets of Manila, his hands clasped behind his back. "And Cassandra?"
The pale, cold light of dawn filtered through the glass walls of the master suite, but it brought no warmth to the room. Zachary stirred, his hand instinctively sweeping across the mattress to pull Elena back into his chest. His fingers met only cold, empty silk.The lingering haze of the alcohol evaporated instantly. Zachary snapped his eyes open, sitting up as a sudden, icy dread seized his heart. "Elena?" he called out, his voice hoarse, echoing hollowly against the high ceiling.There was no answer. Only the distant, mocking sound of the waves.He stood up, his heart hammering violently against his ribs as he stormed into the bathroom, then the walk-in closet, and finally the living area. Nothing. The villa was suffocatingly empty. When he walked back into the bedroom, his eyes caught the glint of metal on the nightstand. There, resting beside his luxury watch, was her wedding ring.Zachary stared at the band of gold and diamonds, his breath catching in his throa
The fierce storm of their passion had finally subsided, leaving behind a heavy, profound silence in the master suite. Beside her, Zachary slept deeply, his powerful frame finally relaxed, his breathing slow and even. The heavy consumption of alcohol combined with the physical and emotional exhaustion of the day had pulled him into an unshakable slumber. One of his large, heavy arms was still draped protectively over her waist, anchoring her to his side. Elena lay awake in the dark, staring up at the ceiling as tears silently pooled in her eyes. Carefully, millimeter by millimeter, she slipped out from under his weight. She sat on the edge of the bed, her body still warm from his touch, looking down at his handsome, sleeping face. She reached out, her fingers hovering just a centimeter above his cheek, not wanting to wake him. "Patawarin mo ako, Zachary," she whispered, her voice cracking with an agonizing pain. "I have to do this. Kung mananatili ako sa
The darkness of the master suite was thick, punctuated only by the rhythmic, desperate sounds of their breathing and the heavy crashing of the waves outside. Under the weight of his powerful body, Elena felt entirely enveloped, her hands clutching at the silk sheets as Zachary pinned her wrists gently but firmly beside her head. His gaze was dark, heavy, and completely unyielding, locked onto hers with a fierce, intoxicating focus that made her entire body tremble in anticipation."Zachary, please..." Elena breathed, her voice a soft, trembling whisper that cut through the silence of the room. Her body was flush with heat, arching instinctively toward his.Zachary let out a low, guttural growl, his chest rising and falling heavily against her breasts. The alcohol still hummed in his veins, but it was his absolute, raw possessiveness that drove his every movement now. He released her wrists, his large, rough hands sliding down to cup her face, his thumbs brushing against her
The cold marble of the bar counter was a sharp, striking contrast to the feverish heat radiating from Zachary’s body. He pressed her deeper into the shadow of the room, his breathing heavy and ragged, completely intoxicated by the whiskey in his system and the sheer, overwhelming presence of the woman in his arms. The corporate battles, the lingering threat of the Galvez family, and the noise of the outside world had ceased to exist. In this room, there was only Elena, and the raw, desperate need to claim her so completely that no one else could ever reach her."Zachary, wait..." Elena gasped, her hands flat against his bare, burning chest as he worked at the buttons of his shirt, throwing the fabric aside. She looked up at him, her dark eyes wide with a mixture of intense desire and a slight, breathless apprehension. The alcohol had stripped away his usual calculated restraint, leaving behind a raw, primal force. "Masyado kang mabilis..."Zachary paused, his large hands anc
The storm in the digital world had been neutralized with surgical precision. By nightfall, Sebastian had successfully scrubbed the fabricated articles, frozen the bank accounts associated with the smear campaign, and filed criminal defamation charges that completely silenced the media. The public narrative had shifted entirely—framing Cassandra’s desperate attacks as a pathetic, criminal attempt of a ruined heiress trying to claw her way back into relevance.But inside the secluded coastal villa, the heavy, suffocating weight of the battle still lingered in Zachary’s chest.Elena found him in the dim light of the glass-walled bar, overlooking the restless, dark ocean. The expensive crystal decanter of whiskey sat on the counter, half-empty. Zachary’s tie was completely undone, his collar thrown open, and his broad shoulders slumped in a rare display of vulnerability. He was drinking heavily, trying to drown the lingering, murderous rage that had consumed him all day—the terr
The iron gates of the Villareal Mansion looked like the bars of a golden cage. Standing by the grand entrance, Elena Cruz tightly gripped the strap of her worn-out duffel bag. Her chest tightened as she looked up at the massive, modern estate. She didn't want to be here, but with her mother’s soari
The grand mahogany doors of the Villareal Mansion slammed open past midnight, and Zachary stumbled into the foyer, completely soaked from the violent thunderstorm outside. His jacket was gone, his tie was ripped open, and his face was flushed with corporate rage and heavy whiskey. "Sir Zachary..."
The question hung heavily in the dim, suffocating air of the master bedroom. Zachary’s grip on the edge of the desk remained tight, his massive frame looming over Elena like a dark shadow. "S-Sir?" Elena whispered, her voice cracking as she stared into his bloodshot, tormented eyes. The heavy scen
Zachary’s POV I swirled the amber liquid in my crystal glass, staring blankly out the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office at the glittering Manila skyline. It was past eight in the evening, but the headache pounding behind my temples had nothing to do with corporate numbers. It was my father’s







