LOGINOur eager lips met again, and every kiss stoked the fire between us. I could feel the same burning desire in him that I carried for him, and with each passing moment, it felt as if the world had stopped, leaving only the two of us. His lips roamed over my shoulders and down my back, tracing every curve of my body while I clung to him, unwilling to let go. Each breath we shared became a wave of heat, and in the midst of our closeness, I knew there was no other place in the world I wanted to be but in his arms. Nagpatuloy ang dahan-dahan pagbaba nang labi niya mula sa leeg ko, balikat, at dibdib, habang ang kamay niya ay patuloy na naglalakbay sa buong katawan ko humihimas, pumipisil. The heat of his hands on my skin and the brush of his lips only fueled my desire. I was on the verge of losing myself with every movement he made, especially as his lips slowly trailed down from my chest to my stomach and even lower. I completely lost myself when I felt the warmth of his mouth betwee
SAMANTHA POV I didn’t know how long I slept. All I knew was… It was the first time in what felt like forever that my body didn’t feel like it was about to collapse. Pero nagising ako na mabigat pa rin ang katawan ko Pero this time… Hindi ko na hinayaan na lamunin ako ng nangyari kanina. Hindi ko na pinilit alalahanin ang lahat. Instead Bumangon ako dahan-dahan bumaba ako sa kama at naglakad deretso papunta sa glass door sa gilid ng silid Isang bagay lang ang gusto kong gawin. Huminga. Hindi na ako nag-atubili. Binuksan ko iyon at lumabas ng silid Pagkalabas ko agad akong sinalubong ng malamig na hangin sa labas Napapikit ako. Huminga nang malalim. Isa. Dalawa. Tatlo. Hanggang sa unti-unting gumaan ang pakiramdam ko. Lumapit ako sa railing. Mahina ko itong hinawakan habang nakatingin sa labas. Tahimik.. Walang kaingay-ingay sa pagkakataong iyon Hindi ko na pinilit mag-isip. Gusto ko lang maramdaman na buhay pa ako. Na normal pa rin
The room was quiet. Not the kind of silence that felt empty but the kind that pressed into your chest, heavy, almost suffocating. The kind that forced you to hear everything you didn’t want to acknowledge. Every breath. Every shift. Every thought. And right now All I could hear was her. Samantha. I stood near the window, staring out into the darkness beyond the glass. The rest house was isolated, surrounded by nothing but trees and distance. No city lights. No noise. No distractions. Exactly the way I wanted it. No one could reach her here. No one could touch her. No one could take her from me. My jaw tightened slightly at the thought. I exhaled slowly, forcing the tension out of my system. Control. I needed control. Because tonight Everything had almost gone wrong. Too close. Too careless. Too dangerous. My grip tightened unconsciously as the memory flashed again. Her struggling. Her voice sharp, desperate. The way those men had their hands on her. A dark,
DAMON POV She didn’t ask anything. No questions. No resistance. No hesitation. Just silence. And somehow… that silence was louder than any argument she had thrown at me before. I stood a few steps away from the bed, watching her as she slowly took in the room not with curiosity, not with suspicion… But with exhaustion. Pure, undeniable exhaustion. Her movements were slower now. Heavier. As if every part of her body had finally given up holding itself together. Good. Because she needed to. For once… she needed to stop fighting. She didn’t look at me again after that first glance. Didn’t try to challenge me. Didn’t try to leave. Instead, she simply turned slightly, her body sinking into the softness of the bed as if it was the only thing holding her up. I didn’t move. Didn’t speak. I just watched. Her fingers curled weakly against the sheets. Her breathing uneven at first gradually started to slow. She pulled her legs closer to herself, instinctively, like she w
Hindi pa rin humuhupa ang panginginig ng katawan ko. Kahit ilang minuto na ang lumipas mula nang mangyari ang lahat, pakiramdam ko nandun pa rin ako nakahawak sa pinto ng kotse, pilit kumakawala, sumisigaw… habang may mga kamay na pilit akong hinihila palabas. Napapikit ako nang mariin. “Stop…” mahina kong bulong sa sarili ko. Pero hindi tumitigil ang alaala. Parang sirang plaka na paulit-ulit bumabalik Yung tunog ng nabasag na salamin. Yung malakas na kabog ng dibdib ko. Yung takot na bumalot sa buong katawan ko na parang wala nang matitirang lakas para lumaban. At higit sa lahat Yung tunog ng putok ng baril. Mabilis akong napamulat. Huminga ako nang malalim, pero parang hindi pa rin sapat ang hangin na pumapasok sa baga ko. pakiramdam ko parang may nakadagan sa dibdib ko na ayaw umalis. “Doc… okay lang po ba kayo?” Napalingon ako. Isang security guard ang nakatayo sa gilid, halatang nag-aalangan kung lalapit pa ba o hindi. Nasa paligid na rin ang ilang t
The next day I felt something was wrong. The moment I stepped out of the hospital, I felt it again. That same quiet, crawling sensation beneath my skin. Like something unseen was watching me. Waiting. My grip tightened slightly around the strap of my bag as I walked toward the parking area. The evening air was cooler now, brushing against my arms, but it did nothing to ease the tension building in my chest. I told myself it was nothing. Just exhaustion. Just leftover paranoia from last night. But my instincts trained, sharp, and rarely wrong refused to settle. I slowed my steps slightly, eyes scanning the area without making it obvious. Cars. A few people leaving their shifts. Security guards near the entrance. Everything looked normal. Too normal. I reached my car and unlocked it quickly, sliding into the driver’s seat. The moment the door shut behind me, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. You’re fine. You’re just tired. I started the engine, pul
SAMANTHA POVThe city outside my window was alive, glittering with a thousand lights that blurred together like liquid gold. Yet inside my apartment, it felt suffocating. Every shadow seemed too close, every quiet tick of the clock amplified. Damon wasn’t here, and yet… I could still feel him. His
DAMON POV I should have left. The moment Samantha told me to go, I should have walked out of the hospital and forgotten the entire situation. But I didn’t. Because something about the way that man looked at her didn’t sit right with me. Dr. Marco. The name alone already irritated me. I stood
SAMANTHA POV The tension in the hallway became almost unbearable. I could feel it in the air thick, heavy, pressing down on my chest like a storm about to break. Damon stood in front of me, tall and unmoving, his presence swallowing the space between us. His eyes, those intense eyes, were locked
SAMANTHA POV Morning came too quickly. I barely slept the moment I left Damon’s penthouse, but exhaustion eventually caught up with me sometime before dawn. When my alarm rang, the sound sliced through the quiet of my apartment like a knife. I groaned softly and reached for my phone on the bedsid







