MasukSi Chloe Villanueva ay may isang misyon: ang iligtas ang pamilya niya mula sa pagkalugi na idinulot ng kapatid niyang si Marcus. The last thing that she needs is a distraction, in the form of a charming and mysterious billionaire she meets one night. Naghiwalay sila at buo ang desisyon na mag-focus sa kanyang career. But when she started with her new job, she found herself in the middle of a corporate warfare between his brother and its rival- Aiden, the same man from her one night stand. At habang sila ay may mga iniisip, lihim namang gumagawa si Lily- ang anak ni Aiden, ng paraan upang magkasama sila. Habang nagtatagpo ang kanilang mga landas, nabubunyag din ang kanilang mga sikreto. Chloe found out that her brother is the mastermind behind the plan to ruin Aiden's life. Habang papalapit siya sa katotohanan, she realizes that she is nothing but a pawn in this dangerous game. She loves Aiden so much, and so is her family. Will she risk everything for the man she loves, or is it true that blood is thicker than water?
Lihat lebih banyakThe beauty of the night has been evident with the BGC's gleaming glass towers, as Chloe take a look of its endless parade.
Parang ang sarap namnamin ng mundo sa ganitong pagkakataon- na parang ang lahat ay payapa, at walang problema. Hindi gaya ng nasa isip ng isang Chloe Villanueva na matalim ang tingin sa paligid, nakatuon lamang sa mga ilaw ang paningin at buntong-hininga na lang muna ang kayang maiambag sa sariling pagkakanulo. "One scotch on the rock, please." She went straight to the bartender and ordered the most common drink she takes whenever feeling edgy. "Coming up, Ma'am." The bartender skillfully made some exhibition before handing out the clear amber liquid. Nilapit niya ang ilong rito upang isipin ang dahilan bakit siya narito ngayon, taliwas sa totoo nitong personalidad na taong-bahay at mas gugustuhing maburo sa sarili nitong kwarto kesa ang lumabas at makipag-socialize. But tonight, she wasn't a senior architect; Chloe was just a woman in a little black dress that hugs her body perfectly showing curves, sipping at a bar with a breathtaking view that spreads out into a glittering infinity. Not bad, she told herself while observing the srink in her hand. The air was a mix of expensive perfume, cool air-conditioning and faint sound of a hundred conversations. Ito ang sandaling pagtakas niya sa mundo, a rebellion- one night of letting go, one night of pure, unadulterated spontaneity. O-order na sana siya para sa kanyang ikalawang inumin nang biglang may isang lalaking dumating sa tabi niya. Naglakad ang lalaki mula sa crowd ng walang kahirap-hirap at parang may sarili itong awra na hindi maintindihan ng dalaga. The man was tall, looked effortlessly crisp in his custom-made suit. Panandaliang iginala nito ang kulay tsokolate nitong mga mata, sa buong paligid at bahagyang napapitlag ang dalaga ng dumako ang mga ito sa kanyang mukha na may kakaibang intensidad. And he found what he was looking for. As if pulled by an unknown gravity, his eyes landed on her. There's no smile, but a glint of something unreadable sparked by his gaze. Lumapit ang binata rito ng walang pag-aalinlangan. He did not stop or ask for permission; he just stood beside her and signaled the bartender. "Two more of the same," he said with a low voice, na dahilan ng pagkakatindig ng mga balahibo sa braso ng dalaga. Aiden turned to her and the ghost of smile finally made its way on his lips. "I saw you from across the room, and I knew I had to meet you. Pasensya ka na, but I don't believe in wasting time." Napatigagal si Chloe sa narinig. Did this man just admitted that she is attractive? That she caught his attention? Isip-isip ng dalaga habang nakatingin sa mukha ng misteryosong estranghero sa harapan niya. She internally rolled her eyes bago sumagot. "And I apologize, pero hindi ako basta-basta and I don't believe in accepting drinks from strangers na parang alam kung ano ang gusto ko. You've already made two assumptions, what's the third?" Unti-unting napangiti ang binata sa response ng magandang dalaga. Impressive. "The third is that you're going to like this conversation more than you think." He glance to the drinks on the table while thinking how interesting this woman can be. Chloe takes a sip of her drink, tumitig ng nakakahamon sa lalaking kausap. There's no way this guy can outwit her.Hindi pwede, pogi. "And what if third assumption is wrong?" Aiden lean closer, his voice dropping at sumenyas ng pabulong sa dalaga. "I'm a man who lives by results at sa ngayon ang result na gusto kong makita.. ay ikaw." Bahagyang napalayo si Chloe hindi dahil sa narinig, but because of the intensity between them. It is electrifying her core, plus the respond he whispered.. it sounds engaging, she couldn't believe her ears wanted that! The world around her fading into a blur, na parang nakapokus lang ang lahat ng kanyang senses kay Aiden. There is an unspoken invitation hang in the between them. Inayos niya ang sarili at pagkakuha muli ng buwelo ay inangat na muli ang tingin mula sa kanyang inumin. "You said you don't believe in wasting time," then she leaned closer at bumulong rin rito. "So let's not. And again, I am not easy." The man who chuckled and let his curiosity reign in his system. He simply placed a gentle, possesive hand on her lower back. "I never said it would be easy," his voice suddenly became intimate, " I just said you would like it." Chloe continued sipping her drink, never leaving her gaze to this guy, while thoughts of excitement seep in her head. "I'm a man who lives by data. Yung naunang dalawang assumptions? That is based on my instinct. And the third one? Is based on the fact that you haven't walked away." then touched her nape in a sensual way. "You are so sure of it, Mister. I think you got it wrong." Aiden raised his glass in a silent toast, his eyes roaming around her face. "I believe in results, babe. At ang gusto ko lang na resulta na makuha ngayon ay isang oras ng uninterrupted conversation with you." She raised her eyebrow, questioning. "Oh, an hour?", and leaned close to inhale his perfume, "What will you do if you fail to impress me?" Kinabig pa niya ang dalaga ng mas malapit pa ito. "Failure is not in my vocabulary. I simply adjust my strategy. Pero maniwala ka," saka bumulong sa tenga ng kausap,"you're going to want to see where this conversation leads." Chloe, a very organized architect, had a hard time collecting her thoughts upon hearing this guy. Her mind is chaotic in a good way. Her body felt a strange, thrilling numbness. Hindi siya makapag-isip ng tama, simula ng dumating ito.Mali! Hindi na siya nag-isip pa ng tama! "I don't know your name, but I already know that I don't want to waste another minute without you," tahasan pang pahabol nito sa kanya. "Let's get out of here." She didn't have a choice. Her heart is throbbing painfully at ang isip ay parang may sariling utak ang kanyang katawan na sumama rito ng yakagin siya nito patayo, while clinging to her purse . He placed his gentle hand on her back, guiding her out of the bar and straight to a waiting black BMW. This night was something else entirely, or maybe the alcohol is already poisoning her system. But one thing is for sure-- she needed to figure it out why this night is special, and why this man, holding her close, made her feel so completely out of control.The echoing, cold voice of Marcus—the final broadcast of 'M'—cut through the immediate chaos. It was a digital echo, meticulously planned, timed to perfection, and designed to land its truth bomb at the exact moment of his capture or presumed death. The message, amplified through a hidden, powerful transmitter in the warehouse, was surely hitting every frequency in the city.Aiden released Marcus, staggering back from the heat of the growing fire. The officers, momentarily paralyzed by the shocking message and the roaring flames, stared wide-eyed at their prisoner."This is the final broadcast of M, the Architect. The city's true heart has been saved by the man you call the fugitive," Marcus's recorded voice declared, chillingly calm. "He is innocent. The bomb, hidden within the City's Heart park, was disarmed using a code derived from the Golden Ratio—a silent tribute to the genius of my son, Leon, whose brilliance was overshadowed by the mediocrity of the industry and the arrogance
The unmarked police car sliced through the pre-dawn darkness, heading relentlessly toward the East. Aiden and Chloe were squeezed into the back, their exhaustion warring with a frantic new sense of purpose. The two 'undercover' officers—silent, serious men—felt less like protection and more like vigilant custodians."We're doing the right thing, right? Trusting that piece of information?" Chloe whispered, her eyes fixed on the blurring streetlights. The knowledge that Isabel was gone, sacrificed in a blaze to buy them this time, sat like a cold stone in her gut.Aiden nodded, staring at the map projected onto his internal mind's eye. "It’s not just a piece of information, Chloe. It's the only logical trajectory left in Marcus’s design. He failed to destroy the city, he failed to frame us, so he's defaulting to his deepest obsession: controlling the narrative around Leon's genius. Kukunin niya ang sining ni Leon."He shifted, the handcuffs from earlier leaving a painful residue on his
The triumphant green light on the disarmed device was the last thing Aiden saw before the park was flooded with police lights. The silence that followed the cessation of the timer was short-lived, replaced by the shouts of the police officers who had them surrounded."Hands up! Don't move!" The voice belonged to a tall, imposing man wearing the insignia of a police captain. His gun was drawn, his face a mask of cold, professional suspicion.Aiden and Chloe slowly raised their hands, the empty space between them and the officers feeling vast and insurmountable. They had saved the city, but they were now caught in the final, meticulously crafted trap."Captain," Aiden said, his voice surprisingly steady, despite the tremor in his hands. "You need to listen to me. There's been a massive criminal conspiracy. The man responsible is Marcus, a former architecture professor. He framed us. The bomb is disarmed, but he is the real threat."The captain let out a short, humorless laugh. "Sinungal
The flashing blue and red lights of the police cars were a mirror image of the chaos in their hearts. They were running out of time, and now they were outlaws. Aiden’s grip tightened on the steering wheel of the old taxi.“M didn’t just call the police,” Aiden grunted, swerving around a slow-moving delivery truck. “He likely fabricated evidence, something convincing enough to turn the tables. He wants us delayed, caught, or, better yet, dead, so he can trigger his final failsafe.”“Don’t stop,” Chloe urged, glancing desperately at the rearview mirror. The sirens were getting closer. “We have to assume he’s already set the Central Park bomb. We need to find a way to disarm it, not argue our innocence.”Aiden’s eyes darted to the clock on the taxi's dashboard: 7 minutes left. They were two blocks from the park entrance.“The code,” he muttered, his architect’s mind finally cutting through the panic. “Marcus gave us a choice on those tablets, but he said the code was inside the heart scu
The blaring alarm in the museum was a physical assault on their senses. It was a terrifying, high-pitched scream that confirmed the horrifying reality of their situation. The elegant, sterile halls of the museum, once filled with the ghosts of failed projects, now felt like a deathtrap. Every second was a hammer blow to their hearts. There was no time to question, no time to grieve for the lives they were about to lose. There was only the present, a relentless, ticking clock that was counting down their final moments."Go! Go!" Chloe screamed, pulling Aiden by the arm. The museum, once a quiet, solemn place, was now a labyrinth of terror. The heavy steel fire doors had locked automatically, and the windows, reinforced against break-ins, were unyielding. They ran, not towards the main entrance, but towards the back, where the old service stairwell offered a sliver of hope. They pushed open the heavy door and ran down the stairs, their frantic footsteps echoing in the silence. They could
The air in the museum was heavy with the weight of Marcus’s unspoken pain and his twisted genius. He stood before them, not as a killer, but as a puppeteer who had finally revealed his face. He had brought them to a place that held the ghosts of his and his son's past, a mausoleum of broken dreams. The vast, cavernous halls were filled with the silent specters of failed projects—a towering, skeletal model of a sky rail that was never built, a miniature city of glass and steel that was deemed too "ambitious," and blueprints for a thousand buildings that would never exist. These were the ghosts of his genius, the children he had been denied."Welcome," Marcus said, his voice as calm as a still lake. "Welcome to my sanctuary. To the true heart of my work. The world saw me as a professor, a failed architect. But in here… in here, I was a god. I created worlds that never came to be. And you, Aiden, were the only one who could have understood them. But you chose to sell your soul for the ea












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