LOGINLyra’s POV
Ngayon lang sa unang pagkakataon pinayagan ko ang isang lalaki na hawakan ako nang ganito na angkinin ako ng buong-buo. Kahit noong nasa college pa ako, kahit may mga nagpaparamdam o sumubok lumapit, wala ni isa ang umabot sa puntong ito. Iningatan ko ang sarili ko. Binuo ko ang pader ko. At matagal ko ring inisip na walang sinuman ang may karapatang lampasan iyon Hindi ko alam kung paano nagsimula. Hindi ko alam kung kailan unti-unting gumuho ang depensang matagal kong hinawakan. Ang alam ko lang sa gabing ito hinayaan ko siyang pumasok sa mundong matagal kong sinarado para sa kahit sino. At ngayong nandito na ako narito sa puntong hindi ko na maibabalik ang dati hindi ko alam kung dapat ba akong matuwa… o matakot Habang inaangkin niya ako, hindi ko naiwasang maluha kahit nasa gitna pa kami ng init at sarap. At hindi ko akalaing mapapansin niya iyon at hihinto sa pag-angkin niya sa akin pero hindi para lumayo, kundi para makita ang mukha ko nang mas malinaw. Ramdam ko ang kamay niyang marahang humawak sa pisngi ko, mainit, maingat parang natatakot siyang masaktan ako. "Hey…" Mahina ang boses niya, halos pabulong, pero sapat para mapigil ang paghinga ko. Kahit hindi pa siya tuluyang nagsasalita, may bigat na sa tono niya. "Hey..." ulit niyang bulong habang hinahaplos ang luha ko gamit ang hinlalaki niya. "Why are you crying?" Hindi ko alam kung sasagot ba ako o mas mabuting manahimik na lang. Pilit kong pinipigilan ang mga sumunod na luha, pero mas lalo lang silang bumuhos pababa sa pisngi ko. "Tell me," mahina niyang sabi, boses niyang puno ng pag-unawa. "Did I hurt you? Do you want me to stop?" Umiling ako, mabilis. "No... maikli kong sagot Pinahid niya ulit ang luha ko, mas marahan ngayon, halos parang halik ang bawat haplos ng daliri niya. Hindi na niya kinailangan magtanong ulit. Dahil hindi ko rin naman alam kung paano ko ipapaliwanag dahil sa totoo lang, kahit ako hindi ko alam kung bakit naluha. Ito ay isang emosyon na hindi ko mahanapan ng salita. Baka dahil matagal kong iniiwas ang sarili ko sa kahit sino. Baka dahil matagal ko ring pinaniwalaan na walang sinuman ang kayang makalapit sa akin nang ganito. O baka… dahil ngayon lang may isang taong tumingin sa akin na parang may halaga ako. Hindi ko na maalala kung ilang beses akong nagpaubaya sa kanya kung ilang ulit ko siyang hinayaang angkinin ako, paulit-ulit. Walang katapusan ang bawat halik, bawat paghinga, at oo parang hindi nauubos ang condom niya. Pagkatapos ng halos walang katapusang sandali, sa wakas nakaramdam rin kami ng pagod dahilan para tumigil na kami pareho Nakahiga ako sa dibdib niya, kaya ramdam ko ang tibok ng puso niya Tanging ang init ng katawan niya, ang halik niya sa buhok ko, at ang mahina niyang paghinga ang nagsasalita para sa amin. At sa unang pagkakataon sa gabing iyon, ramdam ko ang matinding pagkahumaling isang bagay na alam kong mali, ngunit hindi ko kayang iwasan. Hindi ko alam kung ano ang mangyayari sa amin bukas. Hindi ko alam kung kaya kong harapin ang mundo at sabihing wala lang nangyari. Ang tanging alam ko lang, ay narito siya. At kahit na bawal, kahit na mali, kahit sandali lang… iyon ay sapat na. Kinabukasan, the sound of rain had faded into silence. Ang kapalit nito ay ang pagpasok ng kunting liwanag ng umaga sa salaming bintana Unti-unti kong iminulat ang mga mata ko, at doon ko lang napagtanto, hindi ako nag-iisa Nakahiga ako sa gilid ng kama, balot ng makapal na kumot at sa tabi ko si Caleb. Nakahiga siya padapa sa kama, nakatalikod sa akin, ang buhok niya medyo magulo, at ang bawat paghinga niya ay mabagal For a moment, pinanood ko lang siya. Kahapon lang, halos hindi kami makatingin sa isa’t isa. Now, he was right there close enough for me to feel his warmth. Dahan-dahan kong inalis ang kamay kong nakahawak sa bedsheet dahil baka sa konting galaw ko lang makagising siya. Dahan-dahan akong bumangon at pinulot ko ang roba kong nalaglag sa sahig sinuot ko iyon. I could still feel the ghost of his touch on my skin. I closed my eyes, trying to steady my breathing. What did we just do? Sinulyapan ko siya ulit. Parang may kung anong mabigat na bumabalot sa silid hindi hangin, kundi katahimikan na puno ng mga salitang hindi ko masabi. Ilang sandali nakita ko ang mahina niyang paggalaw sa ibabaw ng kama. “You're awake.” sabi niya Tumango ako, hindi ako tumingin sa kanya sa gilid nang mga mata ko nakikita ko ang ginagawa niya. Kinuha niya ang robe niyang nasa sahig at isinuot iyon. Hindi ko alam kung saan ako titingin. Sa kanya? Sa sahig? Sa bintana? “About last night…” sabay pa kaming nagsalita. Pareho kaming napatigil. Parehong din natahimik muli. He gave a faint, awkward smile. “Go ahead.” Umiling ako. “No, you first.” Huminga siya nang malalim, tumingin saglit sa bintana sa ulan na muling bumubuhos, mahina pero tuloy-tuloy. “It shouldn’t have happened,” mahina niyang sabi. Parang may karayom na tumusok sa dibdib ko. “I know,” mahina kong tugon, pilit na ngiti lang ang naisagot. “But we did it. Tahimik akong tumango. Walang sumunod na salita. Kinuha niya ang cellphone niya mula sa lamesa at tumayo. Simple lang. Walang emosyon. Habang nakatalikod siya, hindi ko mapigilang mapatingin sa likod niya ngayon ko nararamdaman kung gaano kasakit ang realidad, natutunan kong minsan, hindi lahat ng apoy ay kailangan pag-alabin muli. Napahawak ako sa dibdib ko. Ramdam ko pa rin ang tibok ng puso ko magulo, mabilis, parang ayaw huminto. Hanggang kailan ko kaya kayang itago ito? At hanggang kailan siya magpapanggap na wala ring nangyari? Sa labas, maliwanag na ang langit. Ngunit sa loob ng silid, nanatiling nakabitin sa pagitan namin ang mga tanong mga tanong na walang kasagutan, kahit tumila na ang ulan. Pumasok at lumabas ng banyo si Caleb At kasabay ng bawat galaw niya sa loob ng silid, pakiramdam ko may parte ng sarili kong sumusunod din kahit pa pilit kong pigilan. Makalipas ang mahabang sandali pareho na kaming ready sa pag-alis Kinuha ko ang bag ko, At ganoon din siya Walang nagsasalita sa amin Parang pareho kaming natatakot na baka sa unang salitang bitawan namin, bumalik ang lahat ng nangyari kagabi. “Lyra,” tawag niya sa pangalan ko, mababa ang boses, halos pabulong. Napatingin ako. Nakatayo siya sa harap ko, hawak ang bag, pero hindi agad nagsalita. Parang may gustong sabihin pero hindi alam kung saan magsisimula. “About last night…” muli niyang simula. I won’t pretend it meant nothing.” Parang tumigil ang oras ko. Lahat ng takot at kaba ko, biglang napalitan ng bigat na hindi ko alam kung ginhawa o sakit. “Caleb…” “Hindi ko alam kung ano mangyayari pagkatapos nito,” patuloy niya. “Pero ayokong umalis na parang wala lang.” Tahimik lang ako. Hindi ko alam kung ano ang dapat kong sabihin. Ayoko rin namang masaktan siya, pero mas ayokong umasa. Kaya ngumiti lang ako, pilit. “Neither do I.” Nagtagpo ang mga mata namin. At sa pagitan ng katahimikan, may isang bagay na malinaw na kahit anong pilit naming itanggi, may koneksyon na nabuo kagabi na hindi basta mawawala. "Let’s go,” sabi niya, bitbit ang bag. “Bago pa magbago ang isip ko.” Tumayo ako at sinundan siya palabas ng silid. Sa bawat hakbang namin palabas, ramdam ko ang bigat ng liwanag na bumabalot sa paligid parang binubuksan ng araw ang mga lihim na tinakpan ng ulan kagabi. Ngunit sa ilalim ng lahat ng iyon, may natitirang init pa rin isang apoy na pilit naming pinapatay, pero patuloy pa ring nagliliyab sa pagitan naming dalawa.Dear Readers Ending a story is a quiet kind of heartbreak. Not the loud, painful kind but the kind that settles slowly, the kind that lingers even after the last word is written. Because this was never just a story I created… it became a world I lived in for a long time. And now, as I write this, I know I’m not the only one saying goodbye. This journey didn’t begin with Sapphire. It didn’t begin with Rafael either. It began with Caleb and Lyra Villarreal. Before the intensity, before the power struggles, before the complicated love between two people who refused to be controlled there was a different kind of love story. One that was quieter, deeper in its own way, and foundational to everything that came after. Caleb and Lyra were never just characters in the background. They were the beginning, the reason Sapphire became who she is, the reason she learned how to stand strong but still feel deeply. Their love, their choices, their sacrifices those didn’t end with them. They
That was all it was supposed to be. A single week that stretched into a month… and somehow, without us realizing it, that month stretched into something far greater than we ever expected. And now, standing in the middle of our penthouse years later, watching the city breathe beneath us, I realized that what we had built from that one reckless decision to stay longer… had become a lifetime. Morning sunlight filtered through the tall glass windows, casting a soft golden glow across the living room. The city was already awake cars moving, people rushing, businesses opening. A world that never stopped. A world we had once stepped away from. And eventually returned to… stronger. I stood barefoot near the window, holding a cup of coffee, letting the warmth settle into my palms. My reflection stared back at me faintly against the glass calm, composed, but softer than the woman I used to be. Not weaker. Just… whole. “Mom!” I turned instinctively, the quiet morning break
SAPPHIRE POVI could hardly believe it had been a full month since our honeymoon, a month that had begun as a simple, seven-day escape and somehow stretched into thirty days of stolen mornings, endless nights, and absolute indulgence. Time had passed without us noticing, each day filled with touches, whispers, and moments we couldn’t or didn’t want to waste. And now, reality was creeping back. We were no longer in a secluded villa, no longer shielded from schedules, deadlines, board meetings, and calls. Back in the penthouse, the city skyline outside reminded me of the responsibilities waiting for us Rafael’s company, mine, and all the meticulous, high-stakes work that came with being CEOs. The weight of those duties pressed against me, but the heat of our last month lingered, reminding me that the hunger between us hadn’t faded not even slightly. Rafael sat across from me, sharply dressed in a tailored suit, tie slightly loosened, reviewing documents on his laptop. He looked e
I blinked at the sunlight streaming through the curtains, and for a split second, I forgot what day it was. The warmth against my chest, the faint scent of her hair, the softness of her skin pressed against me it all felt like the honeymoon hadn’t ended. And then it hit me. One week. That had been the plan. Just a week. A short escape from the world. From responsibilities. From everything that reminded us of control, schedules, meetings, and deadlines. One week to steal each other entirely, without the world intruding. Except… one week had turned into a month. Thirty days of stolen mornings, endless nights, and hours that blurred into one another. Thirty days of Sapphire, of hunger, of teasing, of laughter and moans echoing in the suite. Thirty days that had ended far too suddenly when reality crashed back in. And now, here I was, fully dressed in a suit that was too crisp, a tie that felt constraining, hair perfectly styled, but thinking only of her. I pushed myself off the be
RAFAEL POV The morning sun hadn’t fully broken over the horizon, but the suite was already warm with its first light. I watched her sleep, her hair spilled across the pillow in a messy halo, lips parted slightly, chest rising and falling in rhythm with her quiet breath. She looked too soft, too perfect to belong only to me but I knew she did. All of her belonged to me, just as I belonged to her. A week into our honeymoon, and I could still feel the fire she ignited in me with every glance, every movement, every whisper. A week, and I hadn’t let a single moment pass without pressing her against me, exploring her, claiming her, reminding her and myself that nothing in the world would ever change that. I slid from the bed, careful not to wake her, though I was certain she wouldn’t stay asleep long. She never did when I was near. Her warmth lingered even as I moved toward the bathroom, the sound of her soft sigh echoing in my chest. The idea of letting her be alone for a simp
The soft, golden light of dawn spilled through the curtains, brushing across my face and nudging me awake. For a moment, I lingered in the warmth of the bed, eyes tracing the curve of Rafael’s sleeping form beside me. His chest rose and fell in steady rhythm, the faint rumble of his breath vibrating against the sheets. The room smelled like him warm, familiar, intoxicating and my pulse quickened at the thought that he was mine, fully and irrevocably. Careful not to wake him, I slipped from the bed, letting the cool floor send a shiver through me. My bare feet padded softly across the suite, past the soft rug and toward the bathroom. The distant hum of waves outside was a quiet serenade. My hand reached for the shower handle, turning it on and letting the hot water flood the space, steam curling around me, warming my skin. I pressed my back against the cool tile wall, savoring the contrast of heat and chill, reaching for the soap to start my shower… And then I felt it. A hand
Lyra’s POV Atria Grand Hall, Quezon City Hindi ko alam kung anong eksaktong oras na, pero ramdam ko na pinagpapawisan ako kahit malamig ang air-conditioning ng hall. “Girl, okay ka lang ba?” tanong ni Joanna, but she barely waited for my answer before waving at another classmate. “Wait, kukuni
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Lyra’s POV Kagaya ng napagkasunduan namin ni Caleb, hindi na ako nagtanong kung saan kami titira pagbalik namin sa Pilipinas. Hinayaan ko na lang siyang magdesisyon para sa amin, kahit na sa isip ko, napakaraming tanong ang naglalaro kong paano kami magsisimula? Kong kakayanin ba naming ipas







