ログインI stared at Adrian as if I had never seen him before.
“Say that again,” I whispered. We stood inside his private study, surrounded by towering shelves and glass windows overlooking the city. On his desk lay copies of the old construction documents, including the records that connected my father to the Monteverde scandal.I stared at Adrian as if I had never seen him before. “Say that again,” I whispered. We stood inside his private study, surrounded by towering shelves and glass windows overlooking the city. On his desk lay copies of the old construction documents, including the records that connected my father to the Monteverde scandal. Adrian looked exhausted. His tie was loosened, and dark circles shadowed his eyes. “Your father wasn't the only reason I approached you,” he admitted. “But he was part of the reason I chose you.”My chest tightened. “So it was never a coincidence.” “No.”
Before you marry Adrian, you need to know that his family wasn't the only one responsible for what happened.” Napahigpit ang hawak ko sa cellphone. “Pa, anong ibig mong sabihin?” Sa kabilang linya, narinig ko ang mahinang pag-ubo niya bago siya sumagot. “Years ago, may pinirmahan akong supplier agreement para sa isang Monteverde construction project. Akala ko ordinaryong kontrata lang. Pero nang mawala ang pera, ako ang sinisi.” “May kinalaman ka ba sa nawawalang pera?” “Wala akong ninakaw, Amara. Pero may mga dokumentong ginamit laban sa akin.” “Sino ang gumawa noon?” Sandaling natahimik si Papa. “Sebastian Monteverde.” Nanlamig ang mga kamay ko. Ang lalaking ngumiti sa akin sa hapag-kainan, ang lalaking tila minamaliit ako sa bawat pagkakataon, ay maaaring may kinalaman sa pagbagsak ng negosyo ng pamilya namin. “Bakit ngayon mo lang sinabi sa akin?” “Dahil may mga taong nagbanta sa akin. Ayokong madamay kayo.” Napapikit ako. “Pa, ikakasal na ako sa pinsan
Hindi ko alam kung ano ang mas nakakakaba—ang malaman kung ano ang nangyari sa lumang Monteverde construction project o ang umamin sa sarili kong nagsisimula na akong magduda sa lalaking pakakasalan ko. Habang nakaupo ako sa passenger seat ng kotse ni Adrian, paulit-ulit kong binabasa ang anonymous message sa cellphone ko. You should ask your father what really happened on the old Monteverde construction project. Before your marriage becomes a mistake you can't undo. Hindi ko alam kung sino ang nagpadala nito. Pero isang bagay ang malinaw: may taong ayaw na matuloy ang kasal namin. “Something wrong?” tanong ni Adrian habang nagmamaneho.
The Monteverde mansion was quiet when Adrian drove me home after dinner, but my mind was anything but peaceful. I kept replaying every conversation at that table. Every suspicious glance. Every carefully disguised insult. And most of all, the way Sebastian Monteverde had looked at me, as if I were a stain on an expensive white carpet. “Are you always this quiet after meeting my family?” Adrian asked from the driver's seat. I glanced at him. “Are you always this insensitive after introducing someone to a room full of people who clearly think she doesn't belong?” His fingers tightened around the steering wheel. “I warned you they wouldn't be welcoming.”You warned me they might ask questions. You forgot to mention they would examine me like I was applying for a job I wasn't qualified for.” “Would you have accepted the invitation if I'd told you?” “Of course not.” “Then perhaps I made the correct decision.” I stared at him in disbelief. “Wow. Your ability to be annoying
Amara had barely stepped inside her family's house when her phone began ringing. It was Adrian. She considered ignoring the call, but remembered their agreement. No more convenient omissions. "Hello?" "Have you arrived home safely?" he asked. "Yes. Why?" "We need to discuss tomorrow's announcement." "What announcement?" A brief silence followed. "Our engagement."
Amara thought signing the marriage agreement would bring her peace. Instead, she spent the entire night wondering what she had gotten herself into. By seven the following morning, she was sitting at the kitchen table, staring at her phone while waiting for confirmation about her father's medical expenses. Her mother placed a cup of coffee beside her. "May balita na ba?" "Not yet, Ma. They're verifying the documents." Lydia sat opposite her. "Are you sure about this marriage?" Amara forced a smile. "As sure as someone can be when marrying a man she barely knows."







