“Nero?” tawag ni Cinderella para ipaalala na dumating na sila sa kanilang destinasyon. Pero si Nero? Wala siyang pakialam. Walang naririnig. Wala siyang ibang tinitingnan kundi si Cinderella parang lahat ng nasa paligid ay naglaho at tanging siya na lang ang sentro ng kanyang mga mata. He didn’t move at first. Tahimik lang siyang nakatingin sa kanya. Hindi nang-aakit. Hindi nagtatanong. Pero ramdam mo na… he was ready to do something reckless. He stared at her like she was a sin he couldn’t wait to commit. A wildfire he knew would destroy him. But God, he still wanted to burn. At saka siya kumilos... dahan-dahan. Parang bawat segundo ay isang pangakong hindi na niya mababawi. Isang desisyong hindi na nila kayang balikan. Cinderella held her breath... hanggang sa parang nasasakal na siya sa sariling damdamin. Nakatitig lang siya sa mga mata ni Nero na matatalim, mapanganib at mapang-akit. Akala niya hahalikan siya nito sa labi. Handa na siya… Pero hindi. Lumihis siya… M
Pagkapasok nila sa loob ng restaurant ay hindi na nag-aksaya ng oras si Cinderella.“Excuse me, CR lang ako,” ani niya nang may pilit na ngiti at kalmadong tono, pero halatang may bahid ng tensyon ang boses niya. Hindi na niya hinintay ang tugon ni Nero at agad na siyang tumalikod, deretso ang lakad papunta sa restroom.Mabilis, determinado ang bawat hakbang niya. Sa labas, she looked composed... cool, elegant and poised. Pero sa loob ay grabe ang kaba parang sasabog ang dibdib niya sa bilis ng tibok ng puso niya.Pagkapasok sa CR, dumiretso siya sa harap ng vanity mirror. Binuksan niya ang faucet pero hindi man lang tumingin sa tubig. Ang buong atensyon niya ay nakatutok sa sariling repleksyon.“Damn it,” bulong niya na halos pabulong ngunit mariin habang nakatitig sa salamin.She hated what she saw.Dahan-dahan niyang inalis ang coat ni Nero. At doon, sa ilalim ng soft lighting ng marble-tiled vanity ay mas malinaw niyang nakita ang iniwang marka ni Nero.Mga kiss marks.Hindi lang
Brick and Aubrey arrived at the table. Aubrey, always charming, leaned in and extended his hand. “Hello. You must be the wife we've been hearing rumors about. I'm Aubrey Vergara. I tend to make headlines and questionable choices.” Cinderella took his hand but raised an eyebrow. “I make history and far better choices.” Brick smirked. “She’s quick. I like her.”Zylan chuckled. "It's too bad she's already tied the knot with Nero. Otherwise, you two could have had a chance and possibly missed out." "Hmmm," Aubrey said, looking at Nero with a playful smile. "She's bold. She's strong. She orders a lot of food and even tells his ex to leave the restaurant," Zylan added. “You really married her?” nakangising tanong ni Aubrey.“Legally, emotionally, physically,” sagot ni Nero, leaning back with one arm resting behind Cinderella’s chair. “All forms confirmed.”Cinderella grinned and looked at Aubrey. “Sorry, guys. I’m not available. But you can admire me from a distance.” Brick gave her a
Isang mahabang katahimikan ang maririnig sa table nila. Wala nang biruan at wala nang tawanan. The air shifted the moment Cinderella stepped out to take that call.Nakatitig pa rin si Nero sa silhouette ni Cinderella sa terrace na kitang kita na mukhang seryoso ang pinag uusapan. His expression? Isang blanko na hindi maipaliwanag pero sa likod ng mga mata niya ay may damdamin na pinipigilan.Brick leaned in first. “So… anong totoo? Kayo ba talaga?” tanong niya na may mahinang boses.Hindi sumagot si Nero. Hindi man lang siya kumurap. Parang kasing isang move lang ni Cinderella ay baka wasakin na niya ang buong restaurant.Zylan glanced at Nero then to Brick. “Alam natin ang dating siya. Ruthless. Strategic. Detached. Pero ngayon?”Sabay turo sa terrace. “Look at him. That’s not Nero playing anymore.”Tumahimik sila saglit. Hanggang sa nagsalita si Brick ulit. “Sure ka ba? Baka infatuation lang iyan. Gusto mo lang kasi mahirap siyang kuhanin. Alam mo naman ego mo.”Nero slowly turned t
Pagkapasok nila sa penthouse, Cinderella kicked off her shoes with a tired grunt and slumped on the dark couch. Her hair was somewhat unkempt, and her eyes were sharp despite the tiredness. The city lights shone through the glass walls, framing her like a painting. Nero closed the door behind them and loosened his tie, every movement deliberate. He headed to the minibar, poured himself a glass of whiskey then walked toward her with that same quiet dominance he carried everywhere. He stopped at the edge of the couch, towering over her but not intimidating. "Okay," he said, his voice soft and smooth like dark whiskey. "Let's run through the schedule for this week." Cinderella groaned habang humihiga pa lalo sa couch. “Seryoso? We just survived your ex, steak overload, at yung mga savage mong pinsan. Can’t we chill for like five freaking minutes?” “I don’t chill,” sagot ni Nero with that signature smirk. “I schedule.” “God, you’re such a CEO,” she muttered. Umupo siya nang maayos
Nakahawak pa rin si Nero sa baywang ni Cinderella. Malalim ang bawat hinga niya pero nanatiling banayad ang pagkakahawak ng kamay niya sa baywang nito. His grip firm yet gentle, possessive yet controlled.His thumb moved slowly against her bare skin and tracing small circles just above her hip. Every stroke was intentional like he knew exactly what he was doing and how it was driving her mad.She inhaled sharply.A soft shiver ran down her spine... At hindi niya alam kung dahil sa lamig ng hangin o sa init ng bawat dampi ng daliri nito sa kanya.It was not just a touch.It was a silent conversation.Wala pa ring kibo si Nero pero parang sinasabi ng katawan niya na 'I can go further but I'm letting you choose'.But his eyes… those dark… burning eyes are never left her face. Lalo na iyong mga mata niyang parang sinisilip ang lahat ng tinatago mo at lahat ng gusto mong itago.Hindi napigilan ni Cinderella na mapatingin sa mapulang labi ni Nero. That quiet, perfect curve na kanina pa nana
KinabukasanShe woke up with her head pounding like hell… parang may pumuwersang dumagan sa sentido niya. Her stomach churned, and she wasn't sure if she was dizzy, sick, or both. Lahat parang blur at gusto niyang magtago sa kumot at kalimutan ang lahat.She inhaled slowly, one hand shielding her eyes from the soft golden light streaming in through the curtains. Everything felt too bright, too still, too… real."Never again," she whispered to herself. Not just the hangover from the alcohol but from the night itself. From the chaos, the vulnerability, and everything she allowed her heart to feel.She groaned, her eyes narrowing against the soft glow coming from the window. Sinubukan niyang umupo pero may mainit na braso na mahigpit na nakayakap sa baywang niya at hindi siya nag-iisa sa kama.Then it hit her.Yes... She wasn’t alone in bed.Dahan-dahan siyang lumingon and there he was… Nero.He is soundly sleeping next to her.Ang braso nito ay nakapulupot sa kanya, hawak siya na para b
Manhattan’s elite district. Isang boutique na hindi basta-basta pinapasok ng kahit sino. Floor-to-ceiling glass walls, chandeliers imported from Milan, and racks lined with couture evening gowns flown in straight from Paris.At the center of it all ay naka-upo sa velvet armchair na parang reyna sa sariling kaharian si Cinderella na kalmado habang pinapanood si Vera.She was wearing a silk champagne slip dress, legs crossed, eyes half-lidded as she sipped her iced espresso. Beside her stood Vera. Chic in all black, iPad in hand at halatang sanay makipagsabayan sa boardroom at barilan ng matataray na babae.Pinuno ni Vera ang ilang fitting rooms ng mga bagong damit para kay Cinderella. Mula casual streetwear perfect for a chilly New York stroll, hanggang sa bold, body-hugging party dresses na parang isinukat para sa isang paparazzi-filled event. Designer pieces lined up like an armor of transformation for one week’s worth of curated luxury.“Lahat ng gown dito ay personally picked ni Ne
Tahimik pero mabigat ang buong boardroom. Parang bawat paghinga ng mga board directors ay tinitimbang muna bago ilabas. Sa dulo ng mahabang black glass table ay nakaupo na si Nero. The typical sharp demeanor of the CEO was now unsettling. His jaw was clenched and his knuckles turned white from holding the report tightly in front of him. At sa tabi niya ay si Cinderella na tahimik lang na kalmado pero halatang wala sa loob ang isipan. Ang focus naman ni Nero ay nasa gitna na ng room, where Ashley Vergara was confidently presenting the Milan expansion report. Halatang ready si Ashley to defend her numbers. “So tell me again, Ashley,” tanong ni Nero, his tone was sharp. “How exactly did you miss this?” Hindi natinag si Ashley. She turned to the next slide and responded in a calm and concise manner."With all due respect, Mr. Vergara, the figures for the Milan expansion are accurate. We have factored in delays and reorganized logistics with the Montero Group, and our predictions
Hinawakan ni Nero ang zipper. Mainit ang palad niyang dumampi sa likod ni Cinderella, skin-to-skin contact na parang kuryenteng dumaloy sa buong sistema niya.Nero slowly and gradually began to draw the zipper down, inch by torturous inch. Every second felt like eternity. The gold fabric loosened, revealing the graceful slope of her spine, the nape of her neck, and the vulnerability of an unguarded woman.He breathed shakily. "You're not trying," he remarked, his voice gravelly. "But you're still breaking me."At that moment, hindi na siya sigurado kung tuluyan siyang magbibitiw o kung siya mismo ang hihilingin nitong wag siyang bitawan.Hinila niya ito nang mabagal na dahan-dahan parang torture sa sarili niya. Habang bumababa ang zipper ay unti-unting lumilitaw ang likod ni Cinderella na makinis, mainit at amoy mamahaling pabango. Tiningnan niya ito na parang sinasamba.Pagkababa ng zipper ay hindi pa rin siya gumalaw. Tinitigan lang niya ang bawat pulgada ng balat nito at bago mara
VERGARA PENTHOUSE – MANHATTAN, NEW YORKPagkasara ng mabibigat na pinto ay parang may pumunit sa pagitan ng dalawang mundo. Sa loob ng penthouse ay isang katahimikang nakakabingi. Isang tensyong halos mahawakan parang kulog bago ang kidlat... parang hiningang nakabitin sa ere.Ang natira na lang siya at si Nero.At ang titig nitong nakabaon sa kaluluwa niya.Ang penthouse ay parang altar ng kasalanan, mahina ang ilaw at kumikinang ang city lights sa salamin ng floor-to-ceiling na mga bintana. Black marble floors reflected the shadows between them. Velvet furniture and gold finishes screamed obscene wealth. But the luxury didn’t matter.It wasn’t the room that made her knees weak.The man who gazed at her like a predator finally caught up with what he had been hunting. He stood there, still in his black suit, no words and no movement... pero ang presensiya niya parang isang suntok sa dibdib na nakakabaliw at nakakabighani.His eyes didn’t just look at her. They stripped her layer by l
As the evening wore on, unti-unti nang nagpaalam ang mga bisita, mga huling handshake, yakap, at mga sulyap na puno ng pagtataka at tsismis. Sa gitna ng lahat ay tahimik na lumapit si Cinderella at tumayo sa tabi ni Nero. Wala ni isa sa kanila ang nagsalita. Pero ang katahimikang namamagitan sa kanila ay mas malakas pa sa anumang bulong na tila isang uri ng tensiyon na hindi basta-basta matatakasan. Ang init ng tagpong namagitan sa kanila kanina ay naroon pa rin… nakasabit sa bawat sulyap at bawat buntong-hininga. Pero hindi siya hinalikan ni Nero. Hindi siya hinawakan. Kahit halata sa mga mata nito ang paghahangad ay pinili nitong umatras sa huling segundo. At bagaman hindi ito sinabi ni Cinderella ay naroon ang bitin iyong parang... dapat may nangyari pero wala. Sa gilid ay nakamasid sina Aubrey at Zylan na parehong halatang aliw na aliw sa eksena. Ang ngiti sa labi ni Aubrey ay parang ngiting alam ang sikreto ng dalawa habang si Zylan ay hindi na nag-abalang ibaba ang boses. Zyl
Nero leaned in again, his breath caressing the shell of her ear, low, deadly, and full of promise. “Gusto mo bang ako pa ang magsuot ng kuwintas sa iyo mamaya?” he whispered, each word dripping with heat that clung to her skin. Cinderella didn’t flinch. She didn’t even glance at him. Instead, she smiled and raised her wine glass with unbothered grace. She sipped slowly. As if he hadn’t just undressed her with words in a room full of elites. The auction ended in a wave of polite applause, flashes from cameras lighting up the grand hall. But Nero? He didn’t even blink. Wala siyang pakialam sa spotlight, sa mga papuri, o handshake ng investors. Ang tanging mundo niya ay ang babaeng nakaupo sa tabi niya. Cinderella Fuentabella-Vergara.The woman who changed everything...Fearless and untouchable.His queen is shining in a gold slit gown, her eyes filled with danger and her stillness screams.Tumayo si Cinderella, her poise as regal as ever. She began exchanging thank-yous with one o
The quiet clinking of glasses subsided as the lights darkened slightly, signifying the official start of the night. The auctioneer, a lady dressed in a sleek black dress, approached the podium in the center of the hall. Confident and polished, with the trained smile of someone used to selling million-dollar fantasy. “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to the Vergara Charity Auction.” Subtle applause rippled through the room, pero halos lahat ay nakatutok pa rin kina Nero at Cinderella. Two individuals sat too close, said too little, and the air between them crackled with a tension that was almost palpable. Cinderella crossed her legs slowly and deliberately, revealing a tempting stretch of golden skin through the daring cut in her dress. Bahagyang kumislap ang mata ni Nero, isang mabilis pero mapanganib na sulyap pababa. Isang kisapmata lang pero sapat para magliyab ang hangin sa paligid nila. Bahagyang ngumiti si Cinderella nang mapanukso at puno ng lihim habang
Tahimik ang powder room nang pumasok si Cinderella. The soft hum of the chandelier overhead, the marble counters lined with gold accents, and the heavy velvet drapes made the place feel like a secret sanctuary.She approached the vanity, her reflection regal, the gold silk of her gown clinging to her like molten power, the Vergara emerald earrings flashing with every turn of her head.Tumigil siya sandali at naglabas ng lipstick... ready to retouch when the heavy door slammed open behind her.Cinderella didn’t even flinch. She kept her hand steady and continued fixing her lipstick with precision.Sa gilid ng salamin, she saw them.Colleen Fuentabella. Ang stepsister niyang may mukha ng anghel, pero ang puso, punong-puno ng kasinungalingan at galit. Parang tila anghel sa itsura, pero sa likod ng mga ngiti, tanging pagkamuhi at inggit ang umiiral.At sa tabi niya ay si Samantha Montenegro. The one and only Colleen's bestfriend na walang ginawa kundi magtago sa likod ng mga mahahabang ku
Cinderella walked through the ocean of billionaires and socialites without missing a step, her gold silk gown shimmering under the crystal lights like it was woven from sunlight itself. The slit on her dress threatened the sanity of every man she passed. But she didn’t see any of them. Only him... Nero sat at the Vergara table, controlled, dangerous in his silence, observing her with eyes so dark they seemed to be drawing the entire world into him. Sa bawat hakbang niya palapit ay ramdam niya ang init ng titig ni Nero na parang dumudulas sa kanyang balat. Nero remained seated... untouchable and unbothered. But inside? He was counting every slow, deliberate step she made toward him. Three.. Two.. One. When Cinderella finally stopped in front of him, the energy between them was so heavy. Walang sinoman sa kanila ang nagsalita. The entire hall filled with the most powerful people in New York faded into irrelevant background noise. Nero lifted his gaze, lazily dragging it f
The warm lighting sent a golden glow over the room, reflecting off the racks of couture dresses and shelves lined with designer heels. Tahimik si Cinderella habang tinatapos ng stylist ang pag-pin ng final touches sa suot niyang gown. It hugged her like a second skin, fierce and blinding, a silent warning wrapped in beauty.The fabric kissed her curves, flowing like molten gold with every subtle shift of her body. But it was the slit... dangerously high and almost daring gravity itself that turned the dress from mere elegance into a weapon.One wrong move, and it would be scandal.One right move, and it would be power.And Cinderella? She didn’t move wrong.Not tonight.She straightened her posture, rolling her shoulders back, lifting her chin just enough to command. In the full-length mirror, she didn’t just see herself... she saw the weapon she had become.This wasn’t just a dress. This was war paint. Then a soft knock.Vera entered, cradling a small velvet box in her hands—black,