MasukGabriel bolted upright, instantly alert.
He never got calls at this hour—unless someone was dying or a secret was exploding."Hello?"
“Sir, we have a situation,” the voice on the other end said. It was Jared, his most trusted bodyguard.
Gabriel s body tensed. “China?”
“She’s safe... but someone tried to break into her apartment.”
Nakuyom niya ang kanyam kamao. Halos mamuti ito at mawalan ng dugo.His blood ran cold. Tila sasabog siya sa galit.
Earlier that night…
China was half-asleep, curled under a light blanket on the couch of her temporary unit. She had chosen this small, quiet building far from the business district to avoid attention. The curtains were drawn. The lights dim.
She was trying to go unnoticed.
But someone noticed anyway.
A click.
A small creak.
The knob of her front door turned—once, twice—slow, deliberate, testing.
She held her breath. Heart racing. Dumagundong ang kaba sa kanyang dibdib.
Then a louder sound: metal against metal—someone was picking the lock.
Without thinking, she grabbed the kitchen knife and bolted into the bathroom, locking herself inside.
Her phone—forgotten on the dining table.
Trapped. Terrified. Powerless.
Until flashing red lights outside the window made the intruder vanish.
Now…
Gabriel stood in the hallway of the secured safe house he moved her to—an exclusive property under an alias, hidden even from Buenavista Corp’s registry.
China sat on the bed, arms crossed over her knees, eyes wide and bloodshot. She hadn't said a word since he arrived.
He slowly approached, kneeling in front of her. "You’re safe now."
“No, I’m not,” she said hoarsely. “You said hiding me would protect me. But they found me anyway.”
Gabriel clenched his jaw. “I’m handling it.”
“Your ‘handling’ almost got me killed.”
She stood, pacing.
“What if they came five minutes later? What if they had a gun? Gabriel, I almost—” She choked on her words. “I can’t do this if I’m just going to be your secret forever.” hindi niya mapigilang sabihin habang hilam ng luha ang kanyang mga mata
He grabbed her hand. Hinuli nito ang kanyang mga mata at pinakatitigan siya nabpuni ng pagsusumamo,katapangan at pagmamahal-pagmamahal nga ba ang nasa mga matang nakatitig sa kanya ngayon? “You’re not just my secret. You’re my life.”
“Then why don’t you act like it?” Mapait na sambit niya.Her voice echoed in the room. Angry. Broken.
Gabriel’s silence was heavier than any scream.
The next morning...
A press conference was being held at the lobby of Buenavista Corp. Gabriel, dressed in a steel gray suit, strode to the podium.
Reporters fell silent.
Flashes. Microphones. Eyes.
“I’m here today not as a CEO, but as a man protecting what matters most to him.”
He held up a photo.
Not a scandalous one—but a wedding picture.
China, in a simple white dress, barefoot on a boat. Him, smiling in a way no one had ever seen.
Gasps.
"My name is Gabriel Buenavista. And the woman the world has been speculating about? She’s not my mistress. She’s not my secret lover."
Pause.
"She is my wife."
The room exploded in chaos.
Reporters screamed questions.
“Since when?”
“Why hide it?” “Is she pregnant?” “Is this a PR stunt?”Gabriel raised a hand.
“We married in secret to protect her from my enemies. But hiding her only placed her in more danger. From now on, I will no longer protect her in the shadows.”
Back at the safe house…
China watched the press conference from the TV, her hands shaking.
Tears welled in her eyes.Hindi siya makapaniwala.Hindi siya nananaginip.
He finally chose her. Publicly. But at what cost?A second later, her phone buzzed. Dozens of missed calls. Hundreds of messages.
Some sweet. Most venomous.
“Wife daw siya? Anong credentials niya?”
“From assistant to asawa? Gold digger spotted!” “She’s ruining Buenavista Corp!”Then another anonymous message came in.
“You should’ve stayed hidden. Now you’re a target with a price tag.”
Later that day…
At Buenavista Corp’s private intelligence division—yes, the company had one—Jared stormed into Gabriel s office.
“Sir, we have a trace.”
Gabriel stood. “Where?”
“An offshore hacker based in Macau sent that photo to the gossip site. But the real hit came from a backdoor access through Chiu Group’s shell company.”
Gabriel’s eyes narrowed. “My father’s widow?”
“Yes. And there’s more.”
Jared tossed a file on the desk.
China's name was highlighted in red.
Every detail of her life was inside: address, school records, medical history, even a scanned diary entry from high school.Gabriel s hands clenched into fists. “She’s digging into China to destroy her publicly.”
“She’s starting with a narrative: ‘social climber manipulates billionaire heir.’”
Gabriel snapped. Nakuyom niya ang kamao nuya sa ngitngit “Then let’s give her a war.”
Elsewhere…
In a luxurious estate hidden in the hills of Tagaytay, Paulina Buenavista, widow of the late Alfredo Buenavista, sipped wine while scrolling through the press photos.
Her manicured nails tapped the glass slowly.
“So she’s real,” she muttered.
Behind her, a man in a dark suit approached.
“Do we proceed?”
Paulina smiled wickedly. “Yes. Let’s remind Gabriel who truly built his empire… and what happens to those who dare claim a piece of it.”
Meanwhile…
Gabriel brought China back to the penthouse.
The entire floor was now guarded. Tech systems upgraded. No entry without triple verification.
But China no longer felt safe anywhere.
“I don’t want to be a burden,” she whispered.
Gabriel walked to her, cupping her face. Pinajatitigan siya sa mata ng buong damdamin at may paglalambing “You’re not a burden. You’re my vow.”
Napabunting hininga si China ng malalim. “But now, I’m your vulnerability. Everyone’s watching me. I can't even breathe without wondering if I'm being followed.”
Gabriel pulled her close na para bang gusto na lamang nuya itong ikulong sa mga bisig niya at doon manahan sa kanya “Then don’t run. Stay close. Fight beside me.”
She looked into his eyes. “Are you sure you’re not just trying to control the narrative?”
“I'm trying to protect the only woman I've ever wanted to live and die with.”
That silenced her.Wala na siyang nasabi pa.
Sa kalagitnaan ng gabi...
Gabriel was in his private study when the encrypted message arrived.
> “You have 72 hours. Step down as CEO, or your wife’s real past goes public.”
Attached: a blurry image from six years ago.
China—barely 18—arguing with a man outside a hotel. He looked older. Familiar.Gabriel’s eyes widened. That man was linked to Paulina’s underground investments.
China didn’t know what was coming.
And now, he had 72 hours to either surrender… or declare war.
Hindi ko inakalang mararamdaman ko ulit ‘yung ganitong klaseng kabog ng puso — hindi dahil sa takot, kundi dahil sa sobrang pagmamahal.Ang unang kasal namin ni Gabriel ay engrande, puno ng kamera, investor guests, at mga ngiti na pilit.Pero ngayong gabi, habang nakatayo ako sa harap ng salamin sa maliit na villa overlooking the sea sa Batanes, naiiyak ako.Hindi dahil sa takot, kundi dahil sa totoong kaligayahan.Simple lang ang suot ko — isang satin gown na gawa ng local designer, may bahagyang beadwork sa laylayan.Walang corona, walang malaking veil.Ang tanging suot ko lang ay ang necklace na ibinigay niya sa akin — “not a promise of perfection, but permanence.”Tama siya. Ang tunay na pagmamahal, hindi kailangang perfect. Kailangan lang totoo.“Ma?” boses ni Gideon mula sa pinto.“Yes, baby?” sagot ko, pinapahid ang luha sa mata.“Papa’s so nervous,” bulong niya, ngumiti ng pilyo. “He keeps fixing his tie even if it’s already perfect.”Napangiti ako. “Talaga ba? That means he w
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POV: Gabriel The first thing I noticed nung nagising ako — walang alert sa phone, walang urgent email, wala kahit isang press release na naglalabas ng scandal.Tahimik lang. At kahit ganun, mas malakas ang tibok ng puso ko kaysa sa kahit anong corporate presentation sa boardroom.Nakaidlip si China sa tabi ko, ang buhok niya medyo magulo, pero mukhang nakarelax — para siyang painting na ginawa para sa akin lang.Nahulog ako sa konting katahimikan, nakatingin sa kanya, at napansin ang maliliit na detalye: ang pilik ng mata niya habang humihinga, ang paraan ng pagkurba ng mga labi niya, ang init ng kamay niya na nakalapat sa braso ko.Sa gitna ng lahat ng iyon, naramdaman ko — para sa unang beses, wala na akong dapat ipaglaban.The battles, the betrayals, the enemies… lahat ng iyon, naiwan sa likod.Ngayon, ang labanan ko lang ay mapanatili ang babae sa tabi ko, at ang batang ito — si Gideon, na tahimik pero matalino sa lahat ng nangyayari sa paligid niya.Nag-mulat siya ng mata, tinin
Empire of Hearts(POV: China)The first sound that broke the silence was the soft pop of champagne. The second—Gabriel’s low, sinful chuckle as he leaned closer and whispered, “To us. To everything they tried to destroy… but failed.”Ang lamig ng bote sa kamay ko, pero mas mainit ang titig niya. Ang bawat galaw ni Gabriel ay may halong pangako—hindi lang ng tagumpay, kundi ng pag-ibig na hindi kailanman kayang bilhin o sirain ng kahit sinong kalaban.“Para sa atin,” bulong ko, sabay sabay ng clink ng baso namin.For the first time in years, walang nakabantay na camera, walang sekretong kailangan itago. Just us—two broken souls who built an empire out of ashes.Pero kahit sa gitna ng victory celebration, ramdam ko pa rin ang lamig ng mundo sa labas. The courtroom scenes, the faces of those who betrayed us—lahat ng iyon ay parang mga aninong nakatambay sa likod ng liwanag.“Do you ever think,” tanong ko, habang nakatingin kami sa city lights, “na baka too much na ‘tong fight natin? Na
POV: Gabriel Tahimik ang lungsod sa unang pagkakataon.Walang flashing lights, walang headline scandals, walang boses ng mga reporter na sumisigaw ng “Buenavista lScandal” o “Corporate War.”Tahimik lang. At sa kakaibang katahimikang ‘yon, doon ko lang naramdaman — tapos na talaga ang laban.Pero minsan, mas nakakatakot pala ang katahimikan.Kasi ‘pag wala ka nang pinaglalaban, mas maririnig mo ang boses ng sarili mong puso.I woke up earlier than usual.Beside me, the bed was empty — pero mainit pa ang kumot sa gilid.Typical China. Hindi niya sinasabi, pero lagi siyang bumabangon ng maaga, para maghanda ng gatas ni Gideon o magbasa ng report kahit weekend.Narinig ko ang maliliit na tawanan mula sa kusina.Pagbaba ko, bumungad agad ang eksenang gusto kong makita araw-araw.Si Gideon, nakasabit sa apron ng mommy niya, hawak ang whisk na parang espada.At si China… naka-oversized shirt lang, buhok niya magulo, pero para sa’kin, parang siya ang pinakamagandang bagay na ginawa ng umaga
(China’s POV)Tahimik ang buong opisina.For the first time in a long while, walang tensyon, walang sigawan, walang binabantayang leak o paparazzi sa labas ng pinto.Just silence — peaceful, grounding, almost foreign.Nakaupo ako sa desk na minsang naging battlefield. The same desk where I once slammed my hands out of frustration, where Gabriel and I argued over loyalty, power, and trust.Ngayon, may vase of white tulips sa ibabaw nito — regalo ni Gabriel ngayong umaga. May maliit na note pa sa ilalim:>“To my storm, who became my calm.”– G.B.Napangiti ako, ramdam ko pa rin ang kirot at saya na magkasabay. Kasi minsan, the calm hurts more — dahil doon mo marerealize kung gaano ka napagod.Narinig ko ang tunog ng pinto.Paglingon ko, he was there — Gabriel, nakatanggal ang necktie, naka-roll up ang sleeves, the man who used to wear his pride like armor. Pero ngayon, iba na siya.Mas malambot ang tingin, mas totoo ang ngiti.“Hey,” sabi niya, approaching slowly, para bang ayaw masira







