LOGINHindi siya agad gumalaw pagkalabas ni Damon Mondragon sa silid na iyon para siyang naging bato bigla sa gitna ng napakalaking silid na hindi niya ginustong mapabilang.
Ang mga salitang iniwan ni Damon kanina ay paulit-ulit na umiikot sa isip niya. “You’re still free to walk out that door.” “But if you do… you won’t be safe outside it.” “I made you mine.” Napahawak siya sa ulo. “Hindi… hindi totoo ‘to,” bulong niya. sa sarili Nagpauli-uli soyang lakad sa gilid ng kama. “Nanaginip lang ako. Oo. Nanaginip lang ako kagabi. Sobrang lasing ako kaya malamang nagha-hallucinate ako.” Huminto siya sa harap ng salamin at tinitigan ang sarili niya Gusot ang buhok Namumula pa rin ang labi. At ang singsing na kumikislap sa daliri niya “Wake up, Aly,” mariin niyang sabi sa sarili pagkatapos nun sinampal niya ang sarili niyang pisngi SMACK. Napapikit siya. “Masakit—” Huminga siya nang malalim. “…Okay. That hurts.” Sinampal niya ulit ang kabila. SMACK. “Masakit!” Napahawak siya sa pisngi, nangingilid ang luha sa tindi ng frustration na nararamdaman niya “Shit... gising ako hindi ito panaginip. anong gagawin ko Muli napatingin siya sa paligid “This must be real, Oh lord please wake me up taimtim niya dasal habang nakapingit umaasa na pagdilat niya bumalik na siya sa dati pero pagdilat niya nandoon parin siya sa marangyang silid na iyon Makalipas ang ilang sandali lumapit siya sa kama, at napaupo doon habang nakaupo siya doon bigla siyang napatingin sa diamond ring na suot niya saka sinubukan niya iyon tanggalin pero hindi iyon matagal “H-Hindi pwede ‘to…” Sinubukan niya ulit itong hilahin “Come on… matanggal ka…” Hinila niya iyon nang hinila pero hindi talaga maalis iyon sa daliri niya “Bakit ang higpit?!” Mas lalo niyang hinila hanggang sa namula na ang daliri niya. “Argh—!” Walang nangyari. Parang nakadikit na kasi iyon doon “Hindi… hindi, hindi, hindi…” mabilis niyang bulong. Tumayo siya ulit at naglakad pabalik-balik sa silid. “Okay. Think, Aly. Think.” Huminto siya. “Hanggang sa pumasok sa isip niya si Kiara.” Bigla siyang napatigil. “Si Kiara.” Oo. Tama. Kailangan niya si Kiara. kailangan niya ang best friend niya dahil ito lang ang makakasagot sa lahat ng mga katanungan niya Si Kiara lang ang makakatulong mag-interpret ng mga kalokohan na nangyayari sa kanya. “Okay,” sabi niya, tumango-tango. “Kakausapin ko si Kiara. She’ll know what to do.” Pero bigla siyang natigilan. “…Paano ako lalabas dito?” Tumingin siya sa sarili. “Wala akong damit.” Walang din akong underwear. Napapikit siya. “Oh my God…” “Okay. Okay. Hindi ako pwedeng lumabas nang ganito.” Naglakad siya ulit pabalik-balik. “Maybe I can borrow clothes… maybe there’s a closet… maybe—” "Shit... Aly ano ba kasi itong pinasok mo. tanong niya sa sarili niya Nasa ganoon siyang pag-iisip ng muling bumukas ang pinto ng malaking silid at pumasok doon ang dalawang babae na parehong nakasuot ng itim na professional attire. At may bitbit na tig-dalawang luxury paper bags. “Good morning, Ma’am,” magalang na sabi ng isa. She blinked. Morning ganting bati niya sa mga ito “Ma’am Aly, this is all yours po,” sabi ng isa. Tumango naman ang isa pa habang nakangiti "Kanino galing ang mga iyan? tanong niya "Sa asawa niyo po ma'am Kay sir Damon. sagot naman nito sa kanya “Pinapasabi po ni Sir na bumaba na raw po kayo after an hour para makakain na po kayo ng almusal.” "Ganoon ba?" sige salamat. Sagot naman niya "Walang ano man po ma'am. sagot ng mga ito bago tumalikod at lumabas ng silid Paglabas ng mga ito muli nanumbalik ang katahimikan ng silid na iyon “…One hour?” ulit niya sa sarili bago napatingin sa mga paper bags na nasa harapan niya Dahan-dahan siyang lumapit doon at tininggnan niya iyon isa-isa ng buksan niya ang isa doon nakita niya ang isang set ng underwear. Bra at panty. Mamahalin. Simpleng kulay. Pero halatang designer. “…Shit, Napahawak siya sa ulo niya “Paano niya nalaman ang size ko?!” binalik niya iyon sa loob pagkatapos ang isang paper bag naman ang tiningnan niya at doon nakita niya ang isang cream-colored dress na simple pero elegante at natitiyak niyang mahal iyon muli ibinalik niya iyon sa paper bag pagkatapos ay tininggnan naman niya ang isa pa isang luxury box at ang laman nun ay isang pares na three-inch heels black nude tone ang isa pang box ay isang set ng make up at ang isa pang box ay minimalist gold jewelry. ang isa ay mamahaling bag at ang isa pa ay brand new na mamahaling cellphone na hindi niya alam kong anong model yon Pero alam niyang top-tier. Nang hawakan niya naka-on na. at may isang contact na nakasave don walang iba kundi si Damon Mondragon “Of course.” Napahawak siya sa sentido. “This is insane…” Tumayo siya ulit, nanginginig. “Okay. Hindi ako magpapatalo sa takot.” Tinignan niya ang damit. “Kung gusto niya akong bihisan, fine.” “Pero hindi ibig sabihin nun kontrolado niya ako.” pagkasabi niya noon tumayo siya at tinungo ang banyo para maligo "Pagkapasok niya doon hinayaan niyang umagos sa katawan niya ang maligamgam na tubig mula sa shower Hindi niya alam kong ilang minuto ang itinagal niya doon basta ng makaramdam siya ng ginhawa saka lang siya kumuha ng tuwalya at lumabas doon para magbihis. Habang nagbibihis siya nanginginig pa rin ang kamay niya. Pero kahit ganoon— pinilit niyang pakalmahin ang sarili niya. “Calm down, Aly…” “Isa lang ‘to. Problema na kaya mong lampasan.” Sabi niya sa sarili niya habang isinusuot niya ang dress pagkasuot niya noon napatingin siya sa salamin. At unti-unting nakita ang ibang bersyon ng sarili niya. Hindi simpleng party girl. Hindi lasing na babae kagabi. Kundi isang babaeng nakatayo sa gitna ng isang mundong hindi niya kontrolado. “…Sino ka ba talaga, Damon Mondragon?” bulong niya. Pagkatapos niya magbihis, at mag apply ng kaunting make up isinuot na niya ang set na jewelry kwintas, isang pares na hikaw at bracelet pagkatapos ay ang three inches sandals naman ang isinuot niya saka siya lumabas ng silid Naglakad siya hallway papuntang elevator pagkatapos ay pumasok doon bago niya pinindot ang button panelTo every reader who opened this story, stayed for "just one more chapter," laughed, cried, hoped, worried, and made it all the way to the very last page...Thank you.From the bottom of my heart, thank you for giving this story a place in your time and in your heart.When I first started writing this novel, it was simply an idea—a collection of emotions, dreams, and "what ifs" that lived only in my imagination. I never imagined that one day so many people would come to know Damon and Aly, celebrate their victories, cry over their heartbreaks, and wait eagerly for every new chapter.Every read, every vote, every comment, every message, and every word of encouragement meant more to me than you will ever know. There were moments when writing became difficult, when I questioned myself, when I wondered if I was telling this story the way it deserved to be told. But every time I saw your support, I found the courage to keep going.This story was never just about romance.It was about choosi
Silence. For the first time in five years... it no longer felt empty. It felt peaceful. The garden remained quiet as the evening sun disappeared beyond the mountains, painting the sky with shades of gold and crimson. Damon stood beside Aly, their fingers intertwined. Neither of them spoke. Neither needed to. For years, silence had meant loss. Tonight... it meant home. A soft breeze carried the scent of roses across the estate. Aly leaned her head against Damon's shoulder. "I've been thinking." He looked down at her. "I know that look." She smiled faintly. "You always say that." "Because you're always about to ask something difficult." A small laugh escaped her. "I missed that." "What?" "You always know me before I speak." Damon smiled. "I had a lot of practice." The smile faded from Aly's face. She took a slow breath. "Damon..." His expression softened immediately. "What is it?" She stared at the fountain ahead. "I don't th
The future felt possible. And somehow that terrified me. Because hope was dangerous. Hope gave people something to lose. For five years, I survived on anger. On obsession. On the promise that somewhere out there, Aly was still alive. I didn't allow myself hope. Hope could break. Hope could die. Hatred couldn't. Hatred stayed. Hatred fueled every mile. Every investigation. Every interrogation. Every body left behind. But now she was here. Standing in front of me. Holding my hand. Looking at me with those same eyes I'd spent years searching for. And suddenly I had something to lose again. Aly shifted closer. The movement was small. Instinctive. Yet my entire body noticed. I doubted that would ever change. Her fingers tightened around mine. "What are you thinking about?" I looked down at her. For a moment I considered lying. Then decided against it. "You." A faint smile appeared. "That's not very specific." "No." "It isn't." The smile widened slightly.
The moment the kiss ended, neither of us moved immediately not because we didn't want to. Because neither of us knew how. Five years of separation and grief. Five years of believing I might never see her again. And now she was standing in my arms. Real. Alive. Warm. Not a photograph. Not a memory. Not a name written across thousands of investigation files. My wife. The woman I had spent half a decade chasing across continents. The woman I loved enough to destroy entire organizations for. The woman I thought I had lost forever. Alyssandra. Her forehead rested against mine. Both of us breathing unevenly. Neither speaking. The silence wasn't uncomfortable. It was overwhelming. Because there were too many emotions for words. Too many years. Too much pain. Too much love. I slowly opened my eyes. She was already looking at me. Tears shimmered in her gaze. Not from sadness. Not entirely. It was something deeper. The kind of emotion that comes from finding somet
One step.That was all she gave me.One small step across the garden.And somehow, it felt bigger than the five years that had separated us.The afternoon breeze moved softly through the trees above us, carrying the scent of flowers from the gardens surrounding the hacienda.I barely noticed any of it.Because all I could see was my wife.Standing in front of me with tears in her eyes and pieces of her memories finally finding their way home.For years, I imagined this moment.A thousand different versions.Sometimes, she remembered everything immediately.Sometimes, she ran into my arms.Sometimes, she cried.But reality was crueler than imagination.Reality was standing three feet away from the woman I loved while fighting every instinct that told me to touch her.Because even now, even after she remembered my nameI wasn't sure how much of us remained inside her heart."I remember pieces," she whispered again.Her voice trembled."I don't remember everything."I nodded slowly."You
Damon’s POVI knew something had changed the moment I saw her the next morning.Some people would have missed it.Most people probably wouldn't have noticed at all.But I wasn't most people.And Alyssandra wasn't just anyone.She was my wife.The woman I spent five years searching for.The woman whose every smile, every habit, every expression had been permanently carved into my memory long before the world took her away from me.So when she entered the breakfast room that morning, I noticed it immediately.The hesitation.The way her eyes searched for me before she even realized she was doing it.The way her breathing caught for a fraction of a second when our gazes met.The way she looked at menot like a stranger.Not entirely.And that terrified me more than I wanted to admit.Because hope was dangerous.Five years had taught me that lesson repeatedly.Hope had become something sharp.Something capable of cutting deeper than disappointment.So I stayed seated calm.Even though eve
Masakit. Iyon agad ang unang naramdaman ni Aly pagkadilat ng kanyang mga mata. Parang pinupukpok ang loob ng ulo niya. Hindi simpleng hangover. Kundi isang mabigat, pumipintig na sakit na para bang may naglaro ng martilyo sa kanyang sentido buong gabi. “Argh…” mahina niyang daing habang sapo an
The cold night air brushed against Aly’s skin the moment Damon carried her out of the villa. Music still thundered behind them. Laughter. Drunken screams. Pool water splashing. But everything already sounded distant inside her head. Blurry. Heavy. Parang lumulutang siya. Her arms instinctiv
The party only grew wilder as the night deepened. The music became louder. The lights dimmer. The bodies closer. And Aly… Aly was already far past tipsy. “Another shot for the queen of dares!” sigaw ng isang lalaki habang itinaas ang tequila bottle. Nagtilian ang crowd. “Aly! Aly! Aly!” Tum
CHAPTER ONE The Night Everything Changed The bass of the music vibrated through Alessandra Reyes’ body as neon lights danced across the massive private villa. Laughter. Alcohol. Bodies moving under glowing blue pool lights. Everything about the night screamed chaos and Aly loved every second o







