LOGINTahimik akong nakaupo ngayon sa isang mahabang sofa namin.
Habang ang parents ko naman ay prenteng nakaupo sa harapan ko. Napapagitnaan namin ay ang mesa na babasagin na hanggang bewang ko ang taas. Napa angat ako ng ulo sabay na dumagundong ang puso ko ng marinig ang sunod sunod na ugong ng kotse na tila ba pinarada sa harapan ng aming bahay. Tinignan naman ako ng aking ama. "Umayos ka Cana, wag na wag mo kaming ipapahiya." Matigas na wika ni papa saakin. Napalunok naman ako saka tumango. "Opo pa." Mahinang Sagot ko. Iniyuko ko nalang ang aking ulo ng may marahas na humawak sa baba ko at inangat ito. Nasilayan ko ang mukha ng aking ina. Hindi ko na imagine na mapunpunta sa ganito ang lahat. "Chin up Cana, sabing nang huwag mo kaming ipahiya." Galit na bulong ni mama. Napatingin ako sa mga mata ni mama na sobrang lamig at Wala ng makikitaang lambot. Hindi katulad ng dati. Malambot at malambing ang mga mata at boses ni mama. Ibang iba sa ngayon. Nangilid ang aking mga mata habang nakatingin ka mama na hawak hawak ng mahigpit ang aking baba. "Ma ayoko po. Magagawan pa naman po ito ng paraan diba po? Anak niyo po ako. Nag iisa. Ipambabayad niyo lang sa utang niyo?" Nanginginig ang boses ko at pinipigilang umiyak. akala ko.. akala ko lalambot si mama kaso nagkakamali ako ng marahas niyang binitawan ang baba ko at nanlilisik ang mga matang tinignan ako. "Magagawan? Cana mahigit dalawang bilyon ang utang namin sa taong ito. At kahit mag kanda sipag kami ng ama mo. Malabong mababayaran namin siya. Hindi ka lang namin ipinamigay Cana. May bayad ka rin." Napa awang ang aking labi sa narinig.. May bayad? Ako!? Anong klaseng mga magulang sila!? Hindi ko makapaniwalang tinignan si mama. ibang klase.... Napa iling ako at nanginginig na yumuko at napahilamos ng mukha. "Huwag na huwag kang iiyak Cana." Pagbabanta ni mama ng makitang may tumulong luha sa mga mata ko. Agad ko itong pinalis gamit ang likod ng kamay ko napa hugot ng hininga saka tinanggal ang tila nakabara sa aking lalamunan. "Umayos ka sinasabi ko sayo." Huling sabi ni mama saka bumalik sa pagkakaupo na tila ba walang nangyari. Sakto namang pagupo ko ng maayos ay siyang pag salubong ni papa kasama ang mahigit sa limang naka itim na mga lalaki. Ngunit ang naka agaw sa atensyon ko ay ang lalaking katabi ni papa. Kinakausap ito ni papa. Ngunit tila Wala itong paki sa sinasabi ni papa. Sa halip ay inilibot nito ang tingin sa buong sala ng bumagsak sakin ang kanyang mga mata. Kulay asul ang mga mata nito, Matangos rin ang ilong, Makapal at suplado ang pagkakagawa sa kilay niya, Makapal rin ang pilikmata nito dahil sa medyo dark ang paligid ng mata niya. Mapula rin ang labi nito at naka agaw rin sa aling atensyon ay ang hikaw sa gilid ng labi nito. Para siyang nanghahamon ng away.. Napalunok naman ako ng makasalubong ko ang kanyang mga mata. Nakakalula at mukha ngang delikado siya. Sa tindig at pustura nito halata ngang hindi simpleng tao ito. Agad naman akong nag baba ng tingin ng hindi ko makayanan ang malalim nitong tingin. "You're...... daughter?" Mabagal at malalim na tanong nito. Pati boses maganda lalaking lalaki. Nasa hita ko lamang ang aking mga tingin at hindi nag aangat ng ulo kahit pa naramdaman kong lumubog ang sa kanan kong bahagi. Mas kumabog at tila nanginig ang loob ko ng mapagtantong naupo ito sa tabi ko na may isang metrong distansya. Amoy ko ang panlalaki nitong pabango kaya naman ay nakagat ako ng aking labi saka napabuntong hininga. Napapitlag naman ako ng magsalita si papa. "Yes Mr. Curtiz. Don't worry malinis ang aking anak. Mabait iyan at masunurin hindi ka mahihirapan. Cana anak mag pakilala ka Kay Mr. Curtiz." May tunog pagbabanta ang huling salita ni papa. kaya naman kahit na kinakabahan at tila mahihimatay na ako ay pinilit ko ang sariling iangat ang ulo ko at lumingon sa kanan ko at don ko nakita ang asul nitong mga mata na nakatitig sakin. "Magandang gabi po Mr. Curtiz. Ako nga po pala si Cana Smith, Bente anyos. Na-nagagalak po akong makilala ka." Labag ma sa loob ko ay ginawa ko iyon. Nang matapos ay dali dali akong nag Iwas ng tingin sa asul nitong mga mata. "Does your father told you why I am here?" Malamig at malalim na wika niya. Lumingon naman ako uli sakanya pero hindi ko siya matignan ng deretso sa mata kaya naman sa dibdib niya ako tumingin. Prenteng itong naka upo at naka krus ang braso nito sa dibdib niya kaya naman mas lalong naka dipena ang biceps nito.. Mukhang matigas iyang dibdib niya.... "Opo." Mahina kong sagot sapat na marinig niya. "Hmmm good.." Napalunok naman ako sa narinig. "How about your things? Did you packed it already?" Sunod naman niyang tanong ramdam ko ang mga nagbabantang tingin ng magulang ko at ang malamig na titig ng lalaking kausap ko. "Opo" tanging sagot ko. Wala na akong narinig pa na sagot nito kaya naman ay humarap ako ulit at tumingin nalang sa mesang kaharap ko. Hindi iniinda ang mga titig sakin. "Mr. And Mrs. Smith. I'll be taking your daughter now. Expect the money tomorrow." Yun lamang na sagot saka ito tumayo. Ganun din sina mama at papa tinignan ko naman sila. Mababakasan ang saya sakanilang mga mukha ng marinig ang perang ibibigay sakanila. Ibang klase.. para sa pera? Sariling anak ipapaubaya... Napabuntong hininga nalang ako. Nasa mesa parin ang tingin ng may biglang tumayo sa gilid ko. Napa angat naman ako ng tingin sa taong nasa gilid ko. Nandito nanaman yung pakiramdam na kinakabahan na may halong takot. "Get up. Your things is already inside the car." Malamig ba wika saka ako tinalikuran. Wala naman akong nagawa kundi ang tumayo at sumunod nalang. Grabi ang pasasalamat ng mga magulang ko sa naging desisiyon ng lalaking naglalakad sa harapan ko. Naglakad na ako kasunod niya ngunit bago yun ay hinigit ako ni mama medyo napangiwi pa ako dahil walang pag iingat Ang pag hila ssakin. "Umayos ka Cana. Pasayahin mo si Mr. Curtiz. Kung kailangan ay ipagamit mo ang katawan mo ay sige." Napasinghap naman ako at hindi makapaniwalang tinignan si mama na madilim ang tingin sakin saka ako binitawan. lumunok ako at inalis ang tila nakabarang bato sa lalamunan ko saka sumunod nalang sa lalaki. Hanggang sa pinasakay ako ay tahimik akong sumunod.### Chapter 23: Underestimate Her **Seven Days of Forging** The transformation unfolded over seven grueling days, each a brutal crucible turning Cana's fear into a weapon sharper than any blade. Carlo's penthouse became her unrelenting forge—private gym echoing with gunshots, living room a shadow-dance arena, sub-level range reeking of gunpowder and sweat. No mercy, no shortcuts; every session pushed her to the precipice, heart slamming like a war drum, muscles screaming mutiny. But she endured, evolving from trembling novice to lethal force, the thrill of mastery coiling in her veins like adrenaline venom. **Day One: Fear's Grip** Sweat stung her eyes as Cana's hands quivered around the Glock's grip, palms slick, knuckles white. Recoil from prior shots still throbbed in her wrists, the metallic *clang* of missed bullets mocking her from the backstop. "Again," Carlo commanded, voice flat steel from the firing line's edge. "Carlo, I—" Her voice cracked, doubt a lead weight.
Learning to Survive The Beginning of Change Dawn clawed its way through the heavy curtains of the penthouse, casting long, jagged shadows across the king-sized bed where Cana lay tangled in silk sheets still scented with last night's fire. Sleep had been a cruel tease—fitful, haunted by relentless flashes: the dank warehouse reeking of rust and terror, rough hands binding her wrists, the deafening crack of Carlo's gun echoing like judgment day, the metallic tang of blood in the air, and the seismic shift when his world swallowed hers whole. Every time her eyelids fluttered shut, the nightmares replayed in vivid, heart-pounding detail, jolting her awake with sweat-slick skin and racing pulse. But this morning, something fractured inside her. No more waking in tremors of victimhood. She sat up slowly, sheets pooling at her waist, gripping the fabric like a lifeline. Her reflection in the bedside mirror stared back—eyes shadowed but hardening, lips pressed into a determined line.
Chapter 21: Crown of Ashes The Omen The fragile peace shattered like fragile glass under a sledgehammer. Carlo Curtiz's world never allowed respite— it was a perpetual battlefield, and the silence was merely the predator's breath before the strike. His phone vibrated in his iron grip, the insistent buzz drilling into the quiet like a death knell etched into bone. The screen lit his face in a ghostly pallor, casting long shadows that accentuated the sharp angles of his jaw and the cold void of his eyes. Cana sensed it first—a seismic shift in the air, the tension coiling back into his frame like a spring-loaded trap. She sat up in the rumpled sheets, her silk robe slipping off one shoulder, heart already accelerating. “Carlo…” Her voice was soft, tentative, laced with the instinctive dread that came from living in his orbit. He didn't respond. His gaze was welded to the screen, unblinking, impenetrable—dark as the abyss, radiating danger that prickled her skin like static bef
Morning light filtered through the penthouse windows. Sharp. Unforgiving. Cana woke slowly, body aching in the best way—marked, claimed, sore. Carlo’s arm was heavy across her waist. Possessive even in sleep. She shifted slightly. His eyes opened instantly. Alert. Watching. “Morning,” she whispered. He didn’t smile. But his grip tightened. Just enough. Breakfast was quiet. Not tense. Just… them. Cana sipped coffee, stealing glances. He noticed. Always did. “Stop thinking,” he said. She blinked. “About what?” “Whatever’s making you tense.” Her cheeks warmed. Memories of last night flooded back—his hands, his mouth, the way he’d broken her apart. “I’m not tense.” “Liar.” She huffed. “You’re impossible.” His gaze darkened. “And you’re addictive.” Heat pooled low in her belly. Again. The day unfolded differently. No cages. No guards in sight. Carlo’s phone buzzed constantly. Work. Always work. But he stayed close.
The ride back was silent. Not peaceful. Not calm. Just… heavy. Cana sat beside Carlo in the backseat, her hands folded on her lap, her thoughts louder than anything outside the window. The city lights passed by in blurs—gold, white, red—but she barely noticed them. All she could see— Was what happened. All she could feel— Was him. Beside her. Unshaken. Untouchable. Dangerous. She glanced at him. Carlo sat still, one arm resting against the door, the other on his thigh. His expression was unreadable, but the tension in his jaw hadn’t faded. He felt it too. This wasn’t over. Not completely. “…Carlo,” she said softly. He didn’t look at her. “Yes.” Her fingers tightened together. “Are there… more like him?” A pause. Then— “Yes.” Her chest tightened. “Will they come after me too?” This time, he looked at her. Sharp. Direct. “If they’re stupid enough,” he said. Not comforting. But honest. Cana swallowed. “Then… what do
Matured Content Ahead! Enjoy!!! The sheets beneath her were cool against the small of her back, a stark contrast to the warmth that had been building in her core since Carlo had stepped into their bedroom twenty minutes earlier. The air carried the faint scent of his sandalwood cologne mixed with the lavender of her body lotion, and somewhere in the background, a jazz record spun on the turntable—its slow, saxophone melody wrapping around the room like silk. She’d been reading in bed, propped up against a mountain of pillows, when he’d come to stand at the foot of the mattress, his gaze dark and heavy as it traveled over her form. She was wearing one of his old button-down shirts, the fabric pooling around her thighs, and she’d watched as his jaw tightened, his fingers flexing at his sides. “Hmm—smells so fucking good,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, carrying across the quiet space between them. He took a step closer, his hand moving to brush a strand of hair from her forehe
Nang matapos silang kumain sabay na silang naglakad papunta sa kwarto nilang dalawa. Carlo stood infront of her. Towering her with his big body. “You wanna wash first or me first?” Carlo asked her. Nakahawak ang isang kamay nito sa bewang habang ang isa naman ay nakalaylay lang. Tumingala na
Carlo stepped out of the car the moment he arrived home from the family hideout, tossing the keys to the gatekeeper with a nod. Without pause, he strode into his grand mansion, his footsteps echoing as he climbed straight to the bedroom he shared with his wife. There she was, asleep—her silky hair
Nang matapos na ang dinner namin ay nag paalam muna saglit sakin si carlo. May pupuntahan lang daw muna siya. Hinayaan ko naman ang kaso bago siya umalis ay hinalikan muna niya ako ng mahigit sa tatlong minuto kaya naman ramdam ko ang pangangapal ng labi ko. Suot ang ternong kulay pulang pantulog
“Did she liked it?” Carlo coldly said while looking at his papers. “Yes boss. She’s even surprise when she saw it. Guess it’s her first time receiving such things like that.” His second commando said. His head rose and throw a look at fero who’s standing just a meter away from him. His lips tu







