MasukThe ballroom was no longer a sanctuary of elegance—it had become a cage of whispers. Chandeliers glowed like molten suns, casting fractured light across marble floors polished to a mirror sheen. Every flash of a camera was a lightning strike, every murmur a dagger. Sophie felt the weight of hundreds of eyes pressing against her skin, stripping her bare.
Perfume hung heavy in the air, mingling with the sharp tang of champagne. The orchestra faltered, violins trembling as if they too sensed the storm brewing. Sophie’s throat tightened. Parang lahat ng tao ay nakatingin sa akin. Parang ako ang kriminal. Pero wala akong kasalanan.
“Stay calm,” Jace murmured, his voice low, lethal. His hand was iron at her waist, steady and suffocating. “Walang makakagalaw sa’yo. Not while I’m here.”
But Sophie’s pulse was a drumbeat of panic. Paano kung totoo? Paano kung may makita sila sa apartment ko? Paano kung mawala si Xavi sa akin?
Clusters of guests leaned into each other, voices sharp and cruel:
Her chest heaved, her vision blurring. Hindi ako pumatay. Hindi ako gumawa ng masama. Pero bakit parang lahat ng ebidensya ay laban sa akin?
Her mind raced to Xavi. Kung makulong ako… sino ang mag-aalaga sa anak ko? Sino ang magtatanggol sa kanya?
She clutched her clutch tighter, her nails digging into the leather. Hindi ako pwedeng bumigay. Hindi ako pwedeng maging mahina. Para kay Xavi… kailangan kong lumaban.
“She’s finished.”
“Imagine, the Ice King protecting a criminal.”
“Or maybe… she’s carrying his heir?”
The last whisper pierced Sophie’s heart. Heir. Anak. Xavi.
Her lips trembled. Kung malaman nila… tapos na ang lahat.
The officers stepped closer, their hands hovering near Sophie. “Ms. Rodriguez, please come with us.”
The crowd whispered louder, paparazzi surged, Zion trembled, and Sophie stood frozen—caught between the Ice King and the Shadow.
Jace’s hand tightened, his voice a whisper of steel. “Tell me the truth, Sophie. Or I swear, I’ll tear the world apart to find it.”
Her heart pounded, her mind screaming. Kung sumama ako sa kanila, baka mawala si Xavi. Kung manatili ako kay Jace, baka mas lalo kaming madurog.
Her phone buzzed one last time. Another message.
Choose quickly, Sophie. The Ice King… or the Shadow. One will claim you. The other will claim your son.
Her knees weakened. The orchestra faltered into silence. And Sophie realized: whichever choice she made… someone she loved would pay the price.
Her chest heaved, her vision blurring. Hindi ako pumatay. Hindi ako gumawa ng masama. Pero bakit parang lahat ng ebidensya ay laban sa akin?
Her mind raced to Xavi. Kung makulong ako… sino ang mag-aalaga sa anak ko? Sino ang magtatanggol sa kanya?
She clutched her clutch tighter, her nails digging into the leather. Hindi ako pwedeng bumigay. Hindi ako pwedeng maging mahina. Para kay Xavi… kailangan kong lumaban.
Her clutch buzzed again. She dared to glance.
It wasn’t a text. It was a video.
Xavi, awake, sitting on his bed, clutching the wooden horse. His eyes wide, frightened. Behind him, a shadow loomed—faceless, gloved, watching.
The distorted voice whispered: “If you walk out with them, I’ll remind your son who his real guardian is. If you stay with Jace, I’ll remind him who owns you. Either way, Sophie… tonight, you lose.”
Her scream died in her throat.
The orchestra stopped completely. Guests whispered louder:
“She’s finished.”
“Imagine, the Ice King protecting a criminal.”
“Or maybe… she’s carrying his heir?”
The last whisper pierced Sophie’s heart. Heir. Anak. Xavi.
Her lips trembled. Kung malaman nila… tapos na ang lahat.
The officers stepped closer, their hands hovering near Sophie. “Ms. Rodriguez, please come with us.”
The crowd whispered louder, paparazzi surged, Zion trembled, and Sophie stood frozen—caught between the Ice King and the Shadow.
Jace’s hand tightened, his voice a whisper of steel. “Tell me the truth, Sophie. Or I swear, I’ll tear the world apart to find it.”
Her heart pounded, her mind screaming. Kung sumama ako sa kanila, baka mawala si Xavi. Kung manatili ako kay Jace, baka mas lalo kaming madurog.
Her phone buzzed one last time. Another message.
Choose quickly, Sophie. The Ice King… or the Shadow. One will claim you. The other will claim your son.
Her knees weakened. The orchestra faltered into silence. And Sophie realized: whichever choice she made… someone she loved would pay the price.
The clang of the iron door reverberated through Sophie’s bones as she was shoved into the holding cell. The sound was final, merciless, like a judge’s gavel sealing her fate.The bench was cold, the air thick with disinfectant and sweat. A single bulb flickered overhead, casting shadows that stretched like claws across the concrete walls.She pressed her back against the wall, her wrists raw from the cuffs. The silence was unbearable. Every drip from the leaking pipe overhead was a countdown. Xavi… anak ko… please be safe.Her mind replayed the photographs shown in interrogation. Grainy. Blurred. But damning. What if they’re real? What if LJV didn’t plant them? What if I… forgot?Her chest tightened. No. Hindi ako magnanakaw. Hindi ako kriminal.But the doubt gnawed at her. The camera’s red light had blinked endlessly, recording every twitch, every tear. What if they twist my silence into guilt?Her nails scraped against the wall, leaving faint marks. She whispered Xavi’s name over an
The ride to the precinct was suffocating. Sophie sat wedged between two officers in the back of the patrol car, her wrists cold against the steel cuffs. The city lights blurred past the tinted windows, neon streaks bleeding into the night. Every honk, every siren, every vibration of the engine felt amplified, echoing inside her chest.Her clutch was gone, confiscated. But she could still feel the phantom buzz against her palm, as if LJV’s messages had burrowed into her skin. Xavi… anak ko… please be safe.Outside, Jace’s black sedan followed close behind, headlights burning like a predator’s eyes. She could almost feel his fury radiating through the glass.The police station was a different kind of prison. Fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting everything in a sickly pallor.The air smelled of ink, sweat, and stale coffee. Metal chairs scraped against linoleum floors, their shrill sound cutting through the silence.Sophie was led down a narrow corridor, walls lined with bulletin
The ballroom was no longer a sanctuary of elegance—it had become a cage of whispers. Chandeliers glowed like molten suns, casting fractured light across marble floors polished to a mirror sheen. Every flash of a camera was a lightning strike, every murmur a dagger. Sophie felt the weight of hundreds of eyes pressing against her skin, stripping her bare.Perfume hung heavy in the air, mingling with the sharp tang of champagne. The orchestra faltered, violins trembling as if they too sensed the storm brewing. Sophie’s throat tightened. Parang lahat ng tao ay nakatingin sa akin. Parang ako ang kriminal. Pero wala akong kasalanan.“Stay calm,” Jace murmured, his voice low, lethal. His hand was iron at her waist, steady and suffocating. “Walang makakagalaw sa’yo. Not while I’m here.”But Sophie’s pulse was a drumbeat of panic. Paano kung totoo? Paano kung may makita sila sa apartment ko? Paano kung mawala si Xavi sa akin?Clusters of guests leaned into each other, voices sharp and cruel:“
The ballroom glittered like a palace of glass and gold. Chandeliers dripped light onto polished marble floors, and the air was thick with perfume, champagne, and whispers. Sophie felt none of its glamour. Every step beside Jace was heavy, his hand pressed firmly against her back. His touch was steady, commanding, but suffocating. Parang hawak niya ang buong mundo… at ako ang tropeyo na ayaw niyang pakawalan.“Stay close,” Jace murmured, his voice low, dangerous. “Walang hahawak sa’yo. Not tonight.”Sophie swallowed hard. His words were meant to protect, but they sounded more like a warning. Bakit parang hindi ko alam kung mas ligtas ako sa kanya… o mas delikado.Her clutch buzzed again. She didn’t need to look—she already knew. LJV. The shadow who had been watching her for five years. The one who claimed to be her son’s guardian angel. The one who now whispered threats.'The police didn’t come for the child. They came for the murder weapon in your apartment.'Her knees weakened. Murde
The sapphire-blue earrings sat on Sophie’s vanity like two drops of frozen blood. Napakaganda ng mga ito, tipong mas mahal pa yata sa kotseng pinapangarap niyang mabili. They arrived in a velvet box with no return address, but only a note in that familiar, elegant script.Wear them, Sophie. Let him see that you aren’t his to dress. - LJVHabol-hininga siyang nakatitig sa salamin. She was already wearing the silver gown Jace had ordered her to buy. It was a masterpiece of liquid silk that clung to her curves like a second skin, mirroring the moonlight of that night five years ago. But Jace had also demanded she wear the Velez family diamonds—isang mabigat na kwintas na pakiramdam niya ay isang kadena sa kaniyang leeg.With trembling fingers, tinanggal niya ang diamonds at isinuot ang asul na hikaw. The contrast was startling. Silver for the Ice King; blue for the ghost who watched her."Para sa'yo 'to, baby," she whispered, her heart aching. She had left Xavi with her trusted neighbor,
Five years later.. Jace walked toward her, stopping so close she could smell the sandalwood again. He looked at her resume, then slowly trailed his eyes up her body, his gaze cold and professional.“You’re late for your interview, Ms. Rodriguez,” he said, his voice flat. “And in this company, time is more valuable than talent. Sit down.”Sophie’s heart hammered. He doesn't recognize me? To Jace, she was just another applicant. The "Ice King" didn't remember the girl from the garden.As she sat down, her phone buzzed in her pocket. Isang mensahe mula sa isang di kilalang numero ang nag-notify sa kanyang screen.Good luck with the interview, Sophie. Don't be nervous. You look beautiful in that silver blouse. — LJVSophie’s blood ran cold. She looked around the glass office. The windows were tinted. There was no one else there but Jace.How did he know what she was wearing?She looked at Jace, but he was busy reading her files, his face an unreadable mask of corporate stone. If it wasn'







