LOGINMich's POV
Hindi ko alam kung gaano katagal kaming nakatayo roon. Malayo sa ingay ng ballroom. Malayo sa mga bisita. Malayo sa mundong pareho naming ginagalawan. Tanging malamig na hangin at mga ilaw ng siyudad ang nasa paligid namin. At si Zane. Nakatayo sa harapan ko. Mas malapit kaysa sa dapat. Mas malapit kaysa sa kaya kong balewalain. "The guy from the bar never gave up, huh?" Napangiti siya. Hindi iyong mayabang na ngiti na naaalala ko noon. Mas tahimik. Mas totoo.The storm that had ravaged the city all night finally subsided into a bleak, gray dawn. Faint, cold morning light filtered through the sheer curtains of the bedroom, cutting through the shadows and exposing the aftermath of their frantic, desperate night. Mich stirred, a dull ache throbbing in her temples from the alcohol, but the heaviness in her chest had nothing to do with a hangover.She opened her eyes and felt the solid, crushing weight of Zane’s arm wrapped securely around her waist. He was still sound asleep, his face buried in her neck, breathing softly. In the quiet morning light, he didn't look like the ruthless, territorial heir of the Villanueva Group; he just looked like a man holding onto the only thing that kept him grounded.Gently, carefully, Mich lifted his arm and slipped out of bed, wrapping a silk robe tightly around herself. She stepped into the living room, where the reality of the previous day immediately slammed back into her. Her discarded purse sat on the c
The remnants of the sweet, chilled syrup had completely melted against their skin, leaving a lingering, intoxicating warmth in the air. The rain outside was still relentless, hammering against the penthouse glass, but inside, the rhythm of the room belonged entirely to Zane. He was a man possessed by a singular, unyielding drive—to make Mich forget the rest of the world, to make her remember only him.With a low growl against her lips, Zane slowly shifted their weight. His large, calloused hands gripped her waist firmly, lifting her effortlessly until he rolled onto his back, bringing her up with him. Mich gasped, her hands instantly flying to his broad shoulders for balance as she found herself straddling him in the dim, shadow-filled room."Zane..." she whispered, her voice trembling, her long hair falling forward over her shoulders like a dark silk curtain."Tingnan mo ako, Mich," Zane commanded huskily, his dark eyes burning with an intense, raw adoration as he looke
The thunderstorm outside continued to shake the glass windows, but the atmosphere inside the bedroom remained thick with a heavy, suffocating warmth. Zane’s lips never left her skin, tracing a slow, burning path down her jaw and pressing against the hollow of her throat. His hands, still possessive and tight, anchored her body down against the mattress. He refused to stop, his touches turning more intense as if trying to erase every doubt running through her mind."Zane... sandali..." Mich gasped out, her fingers tightening in his damp hair, her breath hitching as his lips pressed firmly against her collarbone. The haze of the alcohol was fading, replaced by a sharp, aching clarity. "Mag-usap tayo... Hindi pwedeng ganito lang."Zane didn't pull away. His forehead rested against her neck, his chest heaving heavily against hers as his hands slowly slid down her waist, mapping the curves of her body with a fierce, unyielding hunger."I'm not marrying her, Mich," Zane whispe
Ang buong akala ni Mich ay kaya niyang takbuhan ang sakit, ngunit habang hila-hila siya ni Zane palabas ng maingay at mausok na bar, lalo lang siyang nalulunod. Sinasalo ng sapatos niya ang bawat patak ng ulan sa semento habang pilit niyang binabawi ang kanyang braso. "Bitawan mo ako, Zane! Ano ba!" sigaw niya, pero walang nagawa ang panghihina niya laban sa mahigpit at protective na hawak ng lalaki sa kanyang baywang. Isinakay siya nito sa passenger seat ng sports car, at sa buong biyahe pauwi sa kanyang penthouse, ang tanging maririnig lang ay ang bagsak ng ulan sa bubong at ang mabibigat nilang hininga.The moment the heavy wooden door of her apartment clicked shut behind them, the suffocating silence was broken. Mich stumbled against the wall of the foyer, her head spinning from the alcohol, her eyes burning with a dangerous mix of hatred and unyielding desire."Umalis ka na, Zane..." she choked out, her voice raw as she tried to push him away one last time. "Sabi nang u
The rain outside felt like a cruel reflection of the chaos tearing through Mich’s chest. Inside the quiet office, after Veronica had marched out, Mich’s gaze fell sharply on the brown envelope. Her hands trembled as she picked up the documents inside, but it wasn't just the surveillance photos that caught her eye. Slid underneath them was a glossy, sophisticated invitation card—an engagement gala announcement bearing the names of Zane Villanueva and Veronica Delos Reyes.The date on the card blurred before her eyes, sending a cold shockwave through her entire body. Ito ang gabing nagkita silang muli. It was the exact same night they had crossed paths again after a long time. All this time, while she thought their reunion was a twist of fate, Zane was already bound to another woman. The late-night conversations, the possessive touches, and the intense promises that followed were all shared with a man who was already officially celebrating his commitment to an heiress.It felt
The air inside the office turned completely freezing as Veronica’s threats hung heavily between them. Mich looked down at the surveillance photos scattered across her desk, her heart pounding wildly against her ribs. The shock of seeing her private life laid bare was paralyzing, but as she looked up into Veronica’s smug, condescending eyes, something fundamental shifted inside her. The fear that usually made her retreat was suddenly replaced by a cold, sharp clarity.She was no longer the fragile girl Adrian had easily broken and cheated on years ago. She was the founder of Serafina Studios, and she had built this empire with her own sweat and tears."Tapos ka na ba?" Mich asked, her voice dangerously calm as she slowly slid the photographs back into the brown envelope. She didn't tremble, and she didn't look down. She stood up straight, matching Veronica’s icy glare with an unyielding stance. "Pumasok ka sa opisina ko, tinakot mo ako, at pinatunayan mo lang na wala kang tiw
The heavy scent of rain hung over the city as the night grew deeper, casting long, fractured shadows across the pavement outside Serafina Studios. Inside her empty office, Mich stared blindly at her laptop screen, the steady hum of the air conditioner the only sound keeping her company. She had s
The quiet inside the Villanueva ancestral estate was never peaceful; it was a heavy, calculated silence meant to remind anyone who entered of the family's absolute authority. In the grand study room, surrounded by towering shelves of leather-bound books and dark mahogany furniture, the atmosphere
Mich’s POVThe drive back to Serafina Studios felt twice as long as usual. Sitting in the passenger seat ng sasakyan ni Zane, hindi ko mapigilang mapatingin sa labas ng bintana habang pilit kong inaayos ang sarili ko. I was wearing a spare set of clothes I kept in my office bag, and although I clea
Mich’s POVThe cold marble of the kitchen counter was the only thing keeping me grounded as Zane’s relentless rhythm slowly brought me down from the edge. My chest was heaving violently, and I rested my forehead against his wet shoulder, catching my breath habang ang mga kamay niya ay nananat







