로그인Chapter 168 — Separation Feels Like Illness"Hindi pala lahat ng sugat ay dumudugo.""May mga sugat na nagsisimulang humapdi kapag wala na ang taong nakasanayan mong katabi."Hindi ko alam kung anong oras ako nagising.Tahimik ang buong silid.Napakatahimik.Walang tunog ng pagbukas ng pinto.Walang mahihinang yabag.Walang mahinang buntong-hininga ni Torren habang inaayos niya ang cuff ng suot niyang polo.Dilat ang mga mata ko ngunit ilang segundo akong nakahiga lamang.Parang may mali.Hindi dahil may panganib.Hindi dahil may umatake.Kundi dahil may kulang.Umupo ako nang dahan-dahan sa kama.Nakasara pa rin ang kurtina.Humahalo ang malamlam na liwanag ng umaga sa malamig na kulay ng kuwarto.Awtomatikong napatingin ako sa kabilang bahagi ng kama.Maayos na ang kumot.Wala na siya.Normal lang iyon.Bilang pinuno ng Villanueva Syndicate, maraming pulong si Torren na kailangang asikasuhin.Ilang beses na rin naman itong nangyari noon.Pero ngayon...Hindi ko maipaliwanag kung bak
CHAPTER 167 – “We Think the Same Now”“Hindi na kami nag-uusap para magkaintindihan.”“Dahil alam na namin ang susunod na sasabihin ng isa’t isa.”At doon ko unang na-realize na hindi na pala kami dalawang tao.Isa na lang.Gumising ako sa kama na malamig ang gilid.Hindi empty.Hindi dahil wala siya.Kundi dahil alam ko kung nasaan siya kahit hindi ko siya nakikita.
CHAPTER 166 – I FORGOT WHO I WAS BEFORE YOU“If I only exist when I’m with you…”“Then who am I when I’m alone?”Hindi ko alam kung kailan nagsimulang maging tahimik ang lahat.Hindi yung paligid.Kundi ako.Yung klase ng tahimik na hindi mo napapansin agad, hanggang sa mapansin mong wala ka nang iniisip na hindi siya kasali.Si Torren.Palagi si Torren.Hindi lang sa presensya niya.Kundi pati sa absence niya—parang may naiwan siyang imprint sa utak ko na hindi na kayang burahin ng kahit anong distansya.Nakahiga ako sa kama.Mag-isa.Pero hindi talaga mag-isa.Dahil kahit wala siya sa tabi ko, parang alam pa rin ng katawan ko kung nasaan siya.Nakakatawa.Nakakatakot.Dahan-dahan akong bumangon.Hinilot ko ang sentido ko.“Freya ka pa ba?” bulong ko sa sarili.Walang sumagot.Pero may mas malala pa doon.May part sa loob ko na hindi na nagulat sa katahimikan.Parang sanay na siya.Parang matagal na siyang wala.Tumayo ako at naglakad papunta sa mirror.Do’n ako tumigil.Matagal.Tin
CHAPTER 165 – THE PROMISE WE NEVER SAID“Some promises aren’t spoken.”“They’re alive.”I woke up before him.That alone felt strange.For as long as I could remember, Torren Villanueva was always the first presence I felt before I even opened my eyes.Not because he woke me.Because my body already knew where he was.Breathing beside me.Existing near me.Anchoring the space around me like gravity itself.But this morning was different.The bed beside me was still warm.Not empty.Just… recently left.A trace.A hesitation.Like he had been there a moment ago and didn’t want to leave completely.My fingers moved instinctively across the sheets.Slow.Searching.As if touch alone could explain absence.That was when I heard it.Footsteps outside the room.Not rushed.Not urgent.Just… steady.Controlled.Familiar.Torren.I didn’t move.I just listened.The door didn’t open immediately.He paused outside.As if he was waiting.For what, I didn’t know.Permission?Timing?Or maybe some
CHAPTER 164 – WHAT IF WE HEAL?"The most frightening possibility wasn't losing him.""It was healing enough to stop needing him."I couldn't stop thinking about it.Not the folder.Not the house.Not even the future Torren had apparently been planning long before I entered his life.No.It was something much worse.Something quieter.Something that settled inside my chest and refused to leave.A question.One dangerous question.What happens if we heal?The thought arrived unexpectedly.And once it did, I couldn't force it away.Because for years, every part of our relationship had been built inside destruction.Pain.Loss.Fear.Violence.Survival.Every moment that brought us together had been forged under pressure.Every confession had happened after the tragedy.Every step closer had happened because the world kept trying to tear us apart.But now?The empire was stable.The chaos had slowed.The constant threats had faded into distant noise.And for the first time...There was sp
CHAPTER 163 – THE LIFE WE NEVER PLANNED“Nobody taught us how to live.”“Only how to survive.”The realization hit me harder than any bullet ever had.Not because it was new.Because it was true.For years, survival had been the only language I understood.Run.Fight.Hide.Adapt.Endure.Everything else had always felt temporary.Even happiness.Especially happiness.Because happiness was fragile.And fragile things never survived in our world.Yet somehow, standing inside one of Torren Villanueva’s private estates overlooking an endless stretch of ocean, I found myself staring at proof that shattered everything I thought I knew about him.The house was quiet.Too quiet.No guards walking nearby.No emergency meetings.No gunfire in the distance.No chaos demanding our attention.Just silence.The kind of silence that forced people to confront themselves.I hated that kind of silence.Because silence gave memories room to breathe.And memories were dangerous.I walked slowly through
CHAPTER 99 – “Then Watch Me Choose Who Burns”“If everyone wanted to use me, then maybe it was time I decided who deserved to survive me.”Hindi na ako natakot.
CHAPTER 98 – “You Were Never the Weapon… You Were the Trigger”“All this time, I thought I was the blade. I was worse—I was the hand that starts the war.”
CHAPTER 95 – “No One Leaves This Alive”“We were bleeding, cornered, and still somehow more dangerous together.”Amoy dugo ang hangin.Amoy usok.At amoy katapusan.Pero hindi pa kami tapos.Hindi pa ako tapos.Hindi pa kami tapos.Hindi ko alam kung kailan nagsimula ang ambush.Isang segundo, magk
CHAPTER 93 – “Come Get Me”“If he wanted me back, he’d have to come without his throne.”Hindi ko na siya hahabulin.Kung gusto niya ako… siya ang lalapit.Sa paraan ko.Sa mundo ko.Sa terms ko.Pinagmasdan ko ang mensaheng ipapadala ko.Isang linya lang.Isang hamon.Isang patibong.Come get me.







