INICIAR SESIÓN
Umiiyak, nanginginig at hindi alam ang gagawin ko.
For Pete's sake! Tiniis ko lahat ng mga masasakit na salita nila kahit pa sariling pamilya ko sila. Dahil sila nalang ang natitira sakin pero Hindi ko alam na kay dali lang para sakanila na ipamigay ako. Umiiyak at mugto ang mga matang tumingala habang nakaluhod sa harapan ng aking mga magulang. Na malamig ang tingin na para bang hindi man lang ako naging parte ng buhay nila. "M-ma p-pa please po wag niyo po akong ipamigay sakanya." Umiiyak kong wika. Hindi ko kilala ang lalaki pero ang sabi makapangyarihang tao raw siya. Hindi ko pa nakita ang mukha nito kaya naman wala akong ideya. My mother snorted. "Maghanda ka. Linisin mo ang mukha at katawan mo dahil maya maya ay darating na si Mr. Curtiz para kunin ka. Huwag ka ng madrama jan." Malamig na wika ni mama. Sakit. Sobrang sakit nakaya nilang gawin ito sakin. Na sarili nilang anak. Nag iisang anak! Umiling ako at nanginginig na hinwakan ang kamay ng taong akala ko ay kakampi ko. "Ma please po ayoko po. Pa please po anak niyo po ako diba. Bakit po ganito." Humahagulgul na wika ko. Pero mas nawasak ang puso ko ng sabay nilang tinaggal ang pagkakahawak ko sakanila. Bumagsak ang balikat ko. Nawalan na ng pag-asa pa. Napayuko. "Tumayo ka jan. Maligo ka at ihanda mo na ang nga gamit mo. Huwag mo kaming iyakan Cana. Pasalamat ka at mayaman ang taong pagbibigyan namin sayo." Walang emosyong wika ni papa. Hindi na si papa ito. Malambing at mabait ang papa ko. Hindi na siya Ito.. Masyado na silang nilamon ng pera. Nanginginig at nanghihina man ay nagawa kong tumayo at naglakad habang pasan pasan ang isa sa pinaka masakit na desisyon ng magulang ko. Nanghihinang naglakad papunta sa aking kuwarto. Pagkapasok na pagkapasok ko ay napasandal ako sa likod ng pintuan at dahan dahang dumausdos sa sahig. Ang mga palad ko ay agad na sinalo ang aking mukha at doon ako may naiyak. Hindi ako makapaniwalang kaya nilang gawin sakin ito. Nag iisang anak pero dahil sa utang, dahil sa pera nagbago sila. Para akong isang bagay na ibinigay kapalit ng utang nila. Masyado ba kasing nalulong sa gambling ang aking mga magulang at lagi namang talo. Kaya naman minsan ako ang nagpag bubuntungan ng galit nila. Hinayaan ko.. Tiniis ko at inintindi ko. Second year na ako ngayon sa kursong education. Pangarap kong maging guro. pero sa nangyayari ngayon Hindi kona alam kung matutupad kopa iyon. Sa edad na bente ay ipapakasal ako sa isang estranghero na makapangyarihan daw at Hindi basta basta lamang. doon ako natakot dahil sa nalaman. Hindi ko alam kung anong magiging lagay ko kapag nasa teritoryo na niya ako. Hayss'.. siguro naman ay Hindi ako nun papagalitan. okay lang kung uutus utusan ako. Basta huwag lang mamisikal. mabait naman siguro iyon. Pagpapagaan ko sa sarili more like gaslighting myself. Ayoko na munang magisip. kaya naman ay inipon ko ang buong lakas ko at tumayo saka inilabas ang aking maleta at kinuha ang mga importanting mga gamit ko. Ang selpon ko at laptop ko. Kailangan ko iyon. at mga damit ko. Nang matapos ay hinanda ko ang aking susuutin isang simpleng pink dress na lagpas hanggang tuhod at isang flat shoes. Pagkatapos ay kinuha na ang aking tuwalya saka dumeretso na sa banyo. Nang matapos ay agad akong lumabas at hinanda ang nga gagamitin ko. Sinout ko na ang dress na hinanda ko at nag apply ng lotion sa buong katawan which is hindi naman na need dahil makinis at malambot naman ang aking balat pero pakiramadam ko ay Kailangan kong maglagay. Nang matapos ay naupo ako sa aking mini table na may salamin at nag ayos ng mukha at buhok. Tamang pulbo at liptint lang naman ang Kailangan ko dahil natural na pink ang aking labi at mamula mula ang pisnge ko dahil na rin ito sa dugong banyaga ng ina ko. Ang kulay abo ko namang mata ay nabagay sa itim at medyo makulot kong buhok. Nagpapasalamat din ako dahil sa nakuha ko ang tangkad ng aking ama. At enosenteng mukha mula sa aking ina. Nang matapos ay napatulala ako sa salamin. Sabay buntong hininga. Hindi ko alam kung ano ang mangyayari sa akin. Kapag nasa kanya na ako pero sana lang ay mabait siya kahit mga 1% nalang sana okay lang. Naramdaman kong nagiinit ng magkabilang gilid ng aking mga mata ngunit pinigilan ko ito. Mayayari ako kapag napansin nilang umiyak ako. Mas lalong magagalit si mama at papa. Hindi Parin mawala ang kirot sa puso ko dahil sa ginawa nila. Pano nila nasisikmurang ipamigay ako bilang bayad sa mga utang nila na mahigit dalawang bilyon. Na hindi ko naman utang. Kung sana lang... kung sana lang ay hindi sila nalulung sa sugal baka... baka masaya pa kami ngayon. Napabuntong hininga nalang ako. Sana lang ay maging maayos ako sa puder nong pakakasalan ko ang kaso nadinig kong nakakatakot raw siya. Pero ang gagawin ko nalang ay maging mabait sakanya at sundin ang lahat ng utos niya. Kaya ko naman siguro… haysss….### 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
SPG! EXPLICIT CONTENT AHAEAD! “Carlo… I …. I.. I’m wet.” Halinghing niya sa asawa.At tila don na napigtas ang maliit na pagpipigil ni carlo sa sarili… “Cazzo! Fuck!” Mabangis na usal ni carlo at inatake ng nakakalunod at pugtong hiningang halik si cana. Napasagap naman ng malalim si cana ng hang
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







