LOGINLeila Monroe, a bright but financially struggling intern, steps into the cold world of the Whitlock Group for a summer internship. She’s determined to stay professional until she collides with the CEO, Sebastian Whitlock. Their first encounter is electric and unsettling, igniting something dangerous between them. Sebastian is married, older, and coldly in control yet his eyes linger, and his silence speaks volumes. Leila tries to follow the rules. But power doesn’t follow rules.
View MoreMasayang ikinasal si Bella sa kaniyang asawa na si Brent. Subalit, bulag si Brent. Ganun pa man ay walang ibang ginawa si Bella, kundi ang ipaglaban ito. Tunay ang kanilang pagmamahal. At walang makakapaghiwalay sa kanilang dalawa.
"Dad, I love him. I'm very sorry, hindi ko po talaga kayang mawala sa akin si Brent." Pagsusumamo niya sa kaniyang ama, matapos siyang pinipilit na makipaghiwalay. "Ganyan ka na ba talaga, Bella! Pinalaki kita nang maayos. Pero, mas pinipili mo pa rin ang bulag na 'yon! Makakatulong ba siya sayo! Halata naman na hindi diba! Isa pa, ikaw ang tagapagmana ng lahat na meron ako! Ngayon pa lang mamili ka! Ang bulag na 'yon o ang ama mo!" Galit na galit na boses nito. Gulong-gulo naman ang puso at isipan ni Bella. Dahil, hindi niya rin kaya ang mawalay sa kaniyang ama. Ngunit, wala siyang magagawa dahil mahal na mahal niya si Brent. "Dad, I'm very sorry. Mahal ko po talaga si Brent. Hindi ko pa talaga kaya na mawala siya." Umaapaw ang lungkot na kaniyang nadarama. Halos hindi niya mapigilan ang pagbuhos ng kaniyang luha. "Ganun ba? Sige, hahayaan na kita. Mula ngayon malaya ka na. Basta huwag mong pagsisihan ang naging disisyon mo, total ang tigas naman ng ulo mo!" Tinalikuran siya ng kaniyang ama. Matapos itong umalis, agad na napatayo si Bella sa kaniyang pagka-luhod. Bago siya tuluyan na umalis, maarahang napatingin muna siya sa kaniyang step sister at step mother. Sa itsura nito sobrang nalulungkot, ngunit sa loob ng mga ito ay lubos na natutuwa pa. Dahil una pa lang ay gusto nilang mawala si Bella sa buhay nila. ..... Nakangiting bumungad si Bella sa kanyang asawa. Kahit hindi nakikita ni Brent ang kaniyang ngiti. Pinaramdam pa rin ni Bella, na masaya siya at hindi pinagsisihan ang kaniyang disisyon. "Mahal ko, ayos lang ba sayo ang naging kasal natin?" Paglalambing na tanong ni, Bella. "Of course, it's okay. Basta ikaw ang naging asawa ko. Mahal, ayaw kong mawala ka sa akin. Kahit bulag ako, sana hindi mo ako iiwan." "Ano ka ba, matagal na tayong nagsasama. Isa pa, sabi ng doctor malaki pa rin ang possibility na gagaling ang mga mata mo. Sa ngayon hindi mo ako makikita, pero balang araw, makikita mo rin ang ganda ko." Biro pa ni Bella. Ngunit, taglay naman talaga niya ang ganda, mas lalo na kaniyang pag-uugali. Matapos ang gabing ito. Maraming masasayang araw naman ang dumaan sa dalawang mag-asawa. Tila'y umiikot sa kanilang dalawa ang masayang mundo. Isang araw, nakaramdam ng masama si Bella. Hindi man niya batid kung ano. Nais niya pa rin siguraduhin ang lagay niya. Dahil, araw araw na lang siya sumusuka. Kaya, kinagabihan nito nagpaalam siya kay, Brent. "Mahal ko, bukas pala may lalakarin ako. Ayos lang ba sayo na maiwan kita ulit dito sa bahay?" "Ahm, ayos lang naman. Basta sa akin ka pa rin uuwi ahh." "Opo, uuwi lang ako sayo." "Good. Oo nga pala, huwag mo itong huhubarin ahh. Ingatan mo 'to, dahil isa itong nagsisimbolo ng pag-ibig ko sayo." May bracelet na ibinigay si, Brent sa kaniya. Valuable din ang bagay na ito dahil pamana ito ng kaniyang ama. "Salamat, mahal ko." Hinalikan ni Bella si Brent sa pisngi nito. ..... Kina-umagahan, muling nagpaalam si Bella kay Brent. Agad naman na nagtungo si Bella sa hospital. Ilang oras din siyang naghintay sa resulta. Hanggang sa ibinalita sa kaniya ng doctor na nagdadalang tao siya. Dahil dito, lubos na kaligayahan ang kaniyang natamo. Excited siyang maka-uwi upang ipaalam ito kay, Brent. Dali-dali naman siyang umuwi. Subalit, nang nasa tapat na siya ng kanilang bahay. Tila'y napalitan ang kaligayahan niya ng matinding kaba at pagkatakot. Subalit, patuloy pa rin siyang naging positibo. Nakangiti siyang pumasok sa loob. Ngunit, ilang tawag na niya sa kaniyang asawa ay walang sumasagot. Hanggang sa makita niya ang isang sulat na nakalagay sa mesa. "Sorry love, kailangan ko nang umalis. Pasakit lang ako sayo. Patawad, ang totoo hindi naman talaga kita mahal. Ang totoo, ginagamit lang kita para alagaan ako. Ito na rin ang takdang panahon para tumayo sa sarili ko. Ipapagamot ko ang aking mata, gusto kong makakita. Pero, sa pagmulat ng mga mata ko. Kahit anino mo lang ay ayaw kong makita." Nanlambot ang mga tuhod ni, Bella sa kaniyang nabasa. Halos napa-upo siya sa sahig dahil sa sobrang sakit. Napansin niyang printed ang sulat. Kaya pumasok sa kaniyang isipan na hindi ito galing kay, Brent. Muli siyang tumayo, mabilis na napatakbo sa labas, tumawag ng sasakyan upang magtungo sa airport. Airport ang pumapak sa isipan niya dahil sa America lang naman siya ooperahan. At wala na rin siyang ibang maisip kundi ang sundan ang asawa niya. Naniniwala siyang hindi totoo ang naka-saad sa sulat. Nang makarating siya sa airport. Gulong-gulo ang kaniyang emosyon pati na rin ang itsura niya. Halos maubos na ang kaniyang boses sa kaka-sigaw habang patuloy na bumuhos ang kaniyang mga luha. Ngunit, sa kabila ng lahat ay hindi na niya natanaw pa si Brent.Chapter Twenty-SixThe Quiet Between FlamesLeila’s POVThe lock echoed in the silence.No one moved.The air still trembled with what had just happened: rage, fear, love, all tangled into something too sharp to name.Sebastian’s chest still rose and fell too fast, his shirt torn at the collar, the edge of his jaw bruised where Blake’s fist had landed. Blake stood opposite him, one hand braced on the wall, his lip split and eyes dark with everything unsaid.And I…..I stood in the middle of it.The space between them. The storm’s eye.I tried to breathe, but every inhale felt borrowed.Every exhale tasted like smoke.The room was still a mess of papers on the floor, the lamp’s bulb flickering weakly, dust hanging in the air like fog. The sound of rain began tapping faintly against the window, soft and hesitant.That’s when I whispered, “He locked us in.”Sebastian’s head snapped toward the door, that fire in him reigniting for a flash. He grabbed the handle, twisted it hard. It didn’t
Chapter Twenty-FiveAshes and SparksLeila’s POVThe room was in full eruption as Sebastian and Blake collided like storms, fists breaking the silence, the desk shuddering vigorously beneath their weight. Wood cracked, a lamp toppled, and shadows lurched across the walls. My throat ripped with a scream, but it barely threaded through the violence.Sebastian’s jaw was set, his fury was blazing bright as fire. Blake’s heart was stiff as stone, all restraint shattered, his blows sharp, deliberate, fueled by something deeper than rage.I should have run far away.I should have chosen.Instead, I stood frozen with my body pressed to the edge of the desk, my hands trembling uselessly at my sides. Because in some sick way, I couldn’t look away.Two men, tearing themselves open just for me.“Stop!” My voice cracked, swallowed by the sound of flesh hitting flesh.Sebastian shoved Blake back into the desk again, splinters flying. “You think you can stand there and claim to be better? You’re jus
Chapter Twenty-FourThe Knife’s EdgeLeila’s POVThe silence was a wound.It bled between us, filling the room thicker than smoke, sharper than any blade. My lips still burned from Sebastian’s kiss, my chest still ached with Blake’s broken plea, and yet I felt Damian’s shadow pressing from the corridor like he’d carved himself into the bones of the air.Three men, three hungers, three traps.And me, the foolish center of all of it.I wanted to scream. I wanted to vanish. I wanted God help me to be kissed again.Instead, I stood with my palms pressed flat to the desk, shaking like the wood might steady me.Sebastian hadn’t moved. He stood where I’d left him, chest rising like he’d swallowed fire, his hand white-knuckled against the desk edge. His eyes burned into mine, dark and endless, and I could still taste the desperation he’d poured into me.Blake was different. His face was pale, jaw tight, his fists trembling with restraint. He wasn’t fire he was stone. Breaking himself from the
Chapter Twenty-ThreeThe FractureSebastian’s POVThe door clicked shut behind her, and for the first time in years, I felt hollow.Leila’s voice still echoed in the room until then. A promise, a curse, a blade tucked neatly between my ribs.Blake stood across from me, chest heaving, his lip split, blood trailing the curve of his chin. He looked like a man who’d just watched his world slip from his grasp.We were both stripped bare in that silence, but Blake was the first to break it.“You don’t deserve her,” he spat, voice thick with fury.I let the words settle before I answered calmly with a sharp precision. “Neither do you.”His fist tightened at his side. I could see the tremor in his knuckles, the urge to lunge at me, to spill blood just to prove he could.“You think this is a game?” His voice cracked with something beyond rage something rawer, deeper. “Dragging her into your hunger, your chaos, like she’s a piece you get to move on the board?”“She’s not a piece,” I snapped, s
Chapter Twenty-one The Quiet MathematicsDamian’s POVLeila moves immediately not to Blake nor to Sebastian but rather to me.Her hand trembles, but it lifts anyway, closing the gap between us. She doesn’t touch my palm, but the intent is there, obviously her choice has been made.Sebastian reacts
Chapter 3Some Silences Know Too MuchLeila Monroe’s POVThere were days when I totally forgot to breathe around him.Not because he did anything.But because he didn’t.Sebastian Whitlock didn’t linger in hallways nor even by elevators or “accidentally” show up in the same meeting twice. And yet h
Chapter 2 The Office Door Was Never Supposed to Close Behind Her Leila Monroe’s POV The next day, I tried my very best to act normal. I drank my usual morning lukewarm coffee, I answered emails, attended and sat in meetings where words floated above like smoke I couldn’t catch, I obviously coul
Chapter 1The First Glance Hurts the MostLeila Monroe’s POVIf someone had told me that my summer internship would begin with chaos, I would have doubted and possibly wouldn’t have worn heels that blisters the feet.“Excuse me,” I muttered as I managed to pass between a pair of assistants gathered


















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