=Sera's POV=
“Don't flatter yourself, Mr. Vale,” bulong ko habang sinusundan siya palabas ng boardroom. “Just because I agreed, doesn't mean I surrendered.”
Wala siyang sagot. Pero naramdaman ko ang bahagyang pagngiti niya habang tumuloy siya sa elevator.
Oo, Damien Vale. Cold, calculated, and dangerously unreadable. Pero kung akala niya ako’y magiging trophy wife na tatahimik lang sa tabi niya, he’s playing the wrong game.
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Three Days Later...
VALECORP & Navarro Co. announce strategic engagement and merger.
Iyon ang headline sa lahat ng business websites, newspapers, at social media accounts. Viral agad. Power couple daw. Perfect alliance. The talk of the town.
Kung alam lang nila.
Hindi ito love story.
Wala ni isang halik, wala ni isang "mahal kita."
Press release lang. PR stunt. Damage control.
Buti nga kung acting lang. Ang mahirap? Opposite ng pinapakita namin sa publiko ang nangyayari behind the scenes.
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The next agenda? Photoshoot day.
Location? VALECORP garden rooftop, with a view of the city skyline.
Lagi na lang talaga sa lugar nila kami may gagawin. Sabagay, sila naman ang mag-aangat sa kompanya ng pamilya ko.
“Closer, Mr. Vale,” utos ng photographer. “Gently hold her waist.”
Napasinghap ako nang dumikit ang kamay niya sa tagiliran ko. Hindi siya nagsalita. Hindi ako gumalaw. Pero tumibok ng mabilis ang puso ko.
Hindi ito love. Syempre hindi.
Siguro adrenaline lang. O inis. O pareho.
“Smile,” bulong niya sa akin habang nakatingin kami sa lens.
“You first,” balik ko, sakto sa kuha.
Maya-maya pa, tinapik kami ng PR head.
“Perfect. Grabe, ang lakas ng chemistry n’yo. Parang totoo!”
Nagkatinginan kami ni Damien.
Totoo? Hindi nga kami makausap ng deretsahan pag walang script.
Later that night, nasa kotse kami pauwi mula sa photoshoot. Tahimik. Parang palaging may hangin ng tensyon kapag kaming dalawa lang. Hindi sigawan. Hindi galit. Pero ‘yung parang may hindi nasasabi.
“You did well today,” biglang sabi ni Damien habang nakatingin sa bintana.
Napalingon ako. “Did well? What am I, your employee?”
Bahagya siyang tumingin sa akin. “You’re my fiancée. Technically, part of the team.”
Napangisi ako. “Fake fiancée.”
“Fake, but binding. Remember that.”
Bumuntong-hininga ako. “And you—are you always this robotic with your relationships?”
“I don’t do relationships.”
“Figures.”
Tahimik ulit.
Pero habang nasa traffic kami, di ko mapigilang tingnan siya. Yung profile niya sa dim light ng city—sharp jawline, relaxed pero alert. Parang walang binatbat, pero kita mong maraming iniisip.
Nakakainis. Bakit parang... curious ako sa kanya?
Yesterday went fast. We had to show up together at a private investor’s luncheon. VIP event. Limited guests. Pero siyempre, headline ang “power couple” na bagong engaged.
Pagdating namin, mainit ang mga mata ng lahat sa amin. It's like we are global artists.
Kumapit siya sa braso ko. Natural. Walang pilit.
Pero ako? Parang natigilan. Kasi kahit peke, parang totoo.
Naglakad kami papasok. Heads turned. Smiles followed.
“Game face on, Ms. Navarro,” bulong ni Damien.
Ngumiti ako. “Always.”
Habang kumakain kami, may isang investor ang lumapit. I got ready. Tucked the strands of my hair. Straightened my posture. And smiled.
“Congratulations, you two. You seem so in sync. Tell us, when did you know it was love?”
Napatingin ako kay Damien. Nakakunot ang noo niya ng konti, pero mabilis din siyang ngumiti.
“It wasn’t love at first sight,” sagot niya. “But it was… inevitable.”
Ang galing. Parang scripted. Pero walang nagsulat noon. Siya lang mismo lahat.
Pagtingin niya sa akin, may something sa mga mata niya. Hindi ko alam kung biro lang o may halong totoo.
Ako naman? Lalong nilawakan ang ngiti sabay lingon sa kausap namin.
“I think I just woke up one day… and realized, I met my match.”
Nagpalakpakan ang mga tao sa table na parang totoong totoo ang pagpapanggap namin. Na parang totoong na-engage kami dahil gusto namin ang isa't isa.
But the truth is? It is all just part of our game.
Pagkauwi namin mula sa luncheon, parang hindi ko pa rin maalis sa isip ang sinabi niya.
“It wasn’t love at first sight, but it was… inevitable.”
Inevitable.
Big word.
And the worst part? Hindi ko maamin, pero parang may kiliti sa puso ko nung marinig ko ‘yon.
Damn it, Seraphina. Get a grip.
Nasa kotse ulit kami. Tahimik. Pero hindi na kasing-lamig ng dati.
“You were impressive today,” sabi ni Damien habang nakatitig sa harap.
“I know,” sagot ko agad. “Sanay akong magpanggap.”
Bahagya siyang napangiti. Halos hindi mo mahahalata kung hindi mo tututukan.
“Still, it helps when the act feels natural.”
Natural?
Napalingon ako sa kanya. “Are you saying may chemistry tayo, Mr. Vale?”
“I’m saying, you’re not as irritating as I thought.”
“Aww, is that your way of flirting?”
Ngumisi na ako, pero siya, nakatitig lang sa akin. Walang biro sa mata.
“I don’t flirt, Seraphina. I make deals. And you—” saglit siyang huminga bago nagsalita ulit, “—are part of the biggest one I’ve ever made.”
Ouch. Kung may sparks man kanina, ayan, na-extinguish na ulit. Naalala ko kung bakit ako nandito sa sitwasyong ‘to.
Hindi dahil sa feelings.
Dahil kailangan kong iligtas ang pangalan ng pamilya ko.
At siya? He’s just doing his job.
Pagbaba ko sa condo unit ko, iniwan niya akong walang paalam, walang tingin, walang goodnight. Back to cold Damien mode.
Pagkatapos naman rin ng wedding, kasal lang kami sa papel. Walang pagbabago. Parang estranghero pa rin kami sa isa’t isa.
Dumiretso ako sa kwarto ko at nahiga, at tumitig sa kisame. Iniisip kung paano nga ba ako napunta rito at bakit ako pumayag na magpakasal?
At bakit, sa lahat ng lalaking pwedeng mapangasawa, si Damien Alistair Vale pa?
Pero bago pa ako makatulog, dumating ang text ni Mama.
Mama: Nakausap na ng lawyer mo si Damien? Kelan kayo magsasama sa iisang bahay? Kailangan niyo nang magsimulang magpakita bilang totoong mag-asawa.
Napakunot-noo ako.
Isang bubong?
Oh, hell no.
=Sera's POV=Nang sinabi sa akin ni Damien ang tungkol kay Julian, para akong sinuntok sa sikmura."He named you in an affidavit, Sera," he had said, eyes serious, voice steady. "Framed you. Made it look like you helped him move funds."Para akong nabilaukan sa hangin.Hindi ko alam kung paano ako nakarating sa kwarto, or kung paano ako nakaupo ngayon sa gilid ng kama, hawak ang phone pero wala ring lakas para gumalaw. Paulit-ulit tumutugtog sa ulo ko 'yung sinabi ni Damien.Framed. Named. Disputed accounts. Navarro Properties."Sera," Damien’s voice was softer now, sitting beside me. "You don’t have to face this alone."“Hindi ko alam, Damien,” bulong ko, halos pabulong. “Bakit ako?”“I don’t think it’s just about you,” he replied. “I think he wants leverage. Against the company. Against you and maybe even me.”At doon ko naramdaman 'yung urgency. Kung may naka-file na ganun sa legal system, kahit seale
=Damien's POV=The call came in the next evening—precisely twenty-four hours later.I stepped out onto the balcony to take it, away from Seraphina, who was in the bedroom preparing for tomorrow’s early meeting with the board.“Alvarez?” I answered, voice low.[Got what you need.] he replied. [And you’re not going to like it.]“Tell me anyway.”[Julian Reyes was discharged two weeks earlier than expected. Quietly. Paid off a private medical team to sign the clearances. He’s still recovering, but mobile.]That was fast. Too fast.“Where is he?”[Last tracked—Tagaytay. He’s renting a private villa under a shell company. The property’s been used by several questionable names in the past, mostly offshore investors with links to illegal financing.]“And the company?”
=Damien's POV=She’d been quiet.Not the kind of silence that felt peaceful—Seraphina’s stillness now was heavy, almost loud in how much it wasn’t saying. I noticed it the moment we got back from the office. She moved around the condo with her usual grace, but her eyes were somewhere else.Not here. Not with me.And I knew exactly when it started—after she told me she visited Julian in the hospital.“You didn’t have to go,” I had told her that morning, carefully, watching for her reaction.She just looked at me, her gaze unreadable. “I needed to,” she said.Her words felt like it has too many layers.Now, hours later, she was curled up on the couch, pretending to read through her laptop screen, but she hadn’t touched the keyboard for minutes. The reflection of the screen danced across her face, but her eyes weren’t following the text.
=Sera's POV=The city outside the glass walls of ValeCorp blurred into streaks of sunlight and shadow. I sat behind my desk, pretending to be immersed in data sheets, pero totoo niyan, my mind was far away.Three days na simula nang huling beses kong makausap si Julian. Akala ko noon, matapos 'yon ay makakahinga na 'ko. Pero hindi pala. His words, the way his eyes bore into mine like he still owned a piece of me — they lingered. Worse, they haunted.I chose not to tell Damien. Hindi pa. Hindi dahil gusto kong magsinungaling, pero dahil hindi ko kayang guluhin pa lalo ang sitwasyon namin. Damien had been more open lately. Mas gentle, mas present. He was trying. And for once, I wanted to protect that."Ate Eli," Camille's voice sliced through my thoughts. "You okay?"I blinked up at her. Nakangiti siya, pero may bahid ng pag-aalala ang tingin."Yeah. Just thinking about the pitch," I lied."Well, that I believe," she sa
=Sera’s POV=The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the conference table habang binabasa ko ang huling page ng proposal na dapat kong i-submit bukas. But none of the words stuck. Lahat lumulutang sa isip ko, nagsasapawan, parang ang ingay-ingay kahit walang tunog sa paligid.I’ve reread this paragraph five times. Still nothing.I rubbed my temples, sinubukang i-block out ang echo ng boses ni Julian—“Magiging akin ka rin, Eli.”Nakakabingi.Bumukas ang pinto. Camille peeked in, holding two coffee cups.“Baka kailangan mo ’to,” she said, stepping in and handing me one.I smiled. “You’re a mind reader.”She sat beside me, sipping hers. “You’ve been zoning out all afternoon. Spill. Something’s off.”“Wala. Stress lang.” I took a sip. “'Yung pitch bukas, at saka… marami lang iniisip.
=Sera's POV=I stared at my reflection sa salamin ng banyo sa kwarto namin ni Damien. Walang make-up, walang pretensions, just my tired eyes and pale lips. For the past few days, I’ve been forcing myself to function like nothing happened.No one knew what Julian said—no one but me. And I intended to keep it that way.Dahan-dahan kong binasa ang kamay ko. The cold water helped me breathe, kahit papaano. Ilang segundo pa ay narinig ko ang pagbukas ng pinto sa kwarto. Damien’s footsteps were soft but certain.“Hey,” he called out from outside the bathroom. “Are you okay?”“Yeah,” sagot ko agad. I took one last look at myself before stepping out. I had to be okay. Or at least, I had to look like it.Nakatayo siya sa gilid ng kama, sleeves rolled up, phone in hand. His eyes immediately scanned my face.“You sure?”I nodded, forcing a small smile. &ldq