로그인Steffie slowly twisted the doorknob of Room 204, her heart still hammering against her ribs. She was fully determined to discover a crucial clue for their mission. But the moment the door swung open— “Surprise!!! Congratulations!!!” She was met with loud applause, cheers, and enthusiastic greetings from a dozen young people still wearing their freshly pressed uniforms—some holding balloons, confetti, and banners that read, “Congrats, Rookie Batch!” Steffie stopped dead in her tracks right at the doorway, her eyes wide, jaw practically dropping to the floor. “W-w…what is this?” she whispered, the small device in her hand nearly slipping from her grip. Everyone in the room stopped applauding as well, freezing the moment they realized the person who walked in wasn't Clairox, but a beautiful woman they didn't recognize. Some whispered among themselves, while others simply stared at her, as if unable to believe their eyes. “That's not Clairox?” someone murmured. “Why is it a girl?” a
“Huh?! No problem... let's go, we need to reach the 14th floor,” Clairox said calmly, shaking his head as if unbothered by the gravity of the mission. SPO4's voice suddenly boomed through their secret connection, stern and clear: “Watch your walk! Remember, your mission here is to pretend to be a couple so the enemy won't realize you're police officers!” Clairox almost stopped in his tracks. “W-What?!” he whispered in shock, feeling his heart hammer against his ribs. He had never been in a relationship before, and for the very first time, he had to play the part—and his partner was none other than Steffie. Steffie noticed the hesitation on the young man's face and smiled, raising an eyebrow slightly. “Why? Can't you handle it?” she teased, though a trace of nervousness laced her voice, as she wasn't used to this kind of situation either. Clairox blinked slightly, then suddenly flashed a mischievous grin. “Me... can't handle it?! Who told you that?” he winked at Steffie, whose che
“We are here,” SPO4 said seriously, gazing up at the tall, luxurious building that seemed to conceal a long-buried secret. “We need to disguise ourselves so they won't realize we're police officers.” SPO3 laughed softly, though a hint of worry cracked through his voice before he responded. “But... most of them already know us. After serving the public for so long, it's impossible for them not to recognize who we really are.” SPO2 cut in, fixing a stern glare on the two of them. “Right. That's why we need new faces. And this time—” he turned to the two rookies, “—it's Clairox and Steffie. You two are the ones who must enter that building.” At his words, a heavy weight settled in the chests of Clairox and Steffie. They knew this wasn't a simple mission. But the veterans' trust in them outweighed any hesitation. SPO2 pulled two outfits from a black suitcase. “Put these on. This will be your ticket inside.” Steffie slowly unfolded the clothing handed to her. It was a red dress fitt
“Villamonte, come with us, we have a mission.” The SPO4’s voice was deep and cold, leaving no room for hesitation. Clairox stood up immediately, posture rigid, and answered without second-thought: “Yes, Sir!” His heart hammered heavily against his chest, but he forced himself to hide his nerves. Inside, he felt this was his chance to prove he was worthy, even as a mere rookie. The SPO4 looked back at him, his brow furrowing slightly. “Aren't you going to ask why you were picked right away for this mission?” there was a teasing challenge in his voice, as if measuring the young man's courage and wits. Clairox took a deep breath, and answered in a firm voice: “That doesn't matter to me anymore, Sir. What matters is that I get to serve the country.” In his mind, an unspoken thought—one he couldn't dare utter in front of the veterans—echoed: “…and above all, to find my missing twin.” The surroundings fell silent for a moment, filled only by the soft rustle of papers and the ticki
Clairox had also finally accepted the truth—that he is the son of Carolina and Dark Nathaniel Clinthon Villamonte. Heavy as it was in his chest, he learned to embrace the reality he had thought about for a long time. But at the very same moment, his heart felt like it was being torn apart when Roxiel suddenly disappeared. At first, it was Clairox’s dream to become a successful businessman, a path with a quiet and certain future. But when his twin vanished like smoke carried away by the night, everything changed. In his mind. "I cannot just stay here, waiting," he whispered firmly to himself, staring at the floor as if all the answers were there. "If I don't look for him, who else will? If I don't take action, he might disappear for good." Right then and there, he decided on something he could never take back—to leave his dream of business behind and tread a much more dangerous path. To change his course and become a police officer. Not for his own ambition, but for one single goal:
While Roxiel was busy playing and chatting with the children, the door of a room on the side of the orphanage suddenly opened. From there emerged a beautiful young woman, wearing a neat, clean, and modest dress the color of coconut milk. Her face bore an innocent and gentle beauty, with a smile on her lips that seemed to brush away all weariness. “Are you sure you want to stay here temporarily, hija?” Mother Belen asked the young woman, her voice clearly filled with worry mixed with maternal care. “Yes, Mother,” the young woman replied with a gentle smile. “I would even live here permanently if I could. It’s better here… quieter. No major problems, no suffocating noise to weigh down my mind. It feels as if I am safe here.” There was a touch of sadness in her voice, yet it was also marked by a longing to find peace. Mother Belen nodded. “It is up to you, hija. Wherever you find peace, I will support you.” Moments later, she glanced over and noticed Roxiel sitting in the middle of th
“Well, well… looks like you’re having fun, huh?” A cold but meaningful voice suddenly sliced through the cheerful laughter of the two women. Roxane and Lyka instantly turned to the source—and their eyes widened in shock. “Sir Nathaniel…” they both said almost in unison, their voices laced with s
Meanwhile, outside the room, Dark spoke firmly to his mother. “Mama, what are you doing coming here without telling me?” “Son, you need to know—this is not a normal incident. The abduction of Roxane’s family carries threats. There was a helicopter. Armed men. This wasn’t done by ordinary people.”
“Listen to me, Miss Hermenez!” Mr. Villamonte shouted, trembling with anger. “Listen carefully! How could you say you’re pregnant, huh?! My son has only been here in the Philippines for four days! That’s suspicious! You barely met each other yesterday, and now you’re telling me you’re pregnant?! Wh
Roxane froze in shock. “Oh my gosh! Sir is dreaming again!” she whispered as she peeked from the side of the bed. “Wow, that’s intense… like a teleserye with an Aegis theme song.” Her eyes widened. “The woman in his dream is hot though. Oof! Probably has abs too—like me, but reversed. And the wa







