LOGIN"Do mafia bosses have short fuses? He said he'd give me a week to consider, but now he wants to meet again? This man is driving me crazy!"
Manuela was a whirlwind of anxiety in her office, pacing back and forth, her eyes constantly drawn to the clock. Her meeting with Uno was rapidly approaching. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. "It's okay, Manuela. You still have a week to decide. He can't go back on his word; he should be a man of his word," she reassured herself, though the nervousness remained. The prospect of facing a mafia boss again was undeniably daunting. "Manuela?" Suzie peeked into the office, then entered, carrying a glass of water. "I brought you some water. You seemed really restless at JJ Lumbers," Suzie said, setting the glass down. "Thank you, Suzie." "Is your restlessness because of the luncheon with Mr. Urquio?" Suzie asked gently. Manuela sighed. "Honestly, Suzie, I'm terrified, but I have no choice but to meet him. I just hope he doesn't pressure me or threaten me with my father's debt to rush my decision." Suzie saw the worry etched on Manuela's face and approached her. "Manuela, you know I'm more than just your secretary; I'm your friend. Is it okay if I share my thoughts about Mr. Urquio?" "Of course, Suzie. What's on your mind?" "I know you were shocked by his proposal. I don't know much about your conversation, except that you have to be his wife for a year. My thought is, even if you spend the whole week deliberating, you'll only have one answer: yes. So, why delay the inevitable? Why not just accept his offer?" Suzie said, avoiding eye contact. "I know that, Suzie. I know I have to accept his offer to pay my father's debt. This week is my last week of freedom, my last week of being single," Manuela replied, a bitter smile touching her lips. She was surprised when Suzie took her hands. "B-but why don't you and Lucas just leave? It would be safer to go far away. I can book a flight for both of you. Where would you—" "—Suzie, calm down. Why are you suddenly so frantic?" Manuela interrupted, rising from her chair, concerned by Suzie's sudden agitation. "I'm sorry, Manuela, so sorry..." Suzie stammered, tears welling up. Manuela was completely bewildered by her friend's emotional distress and tried to comfort her, noticing Suzie's trembling hands. "You're shaking, Suzie? What happened?" Manuela asked, her concern growing. As soon as Suzie left Manuela's office, she hurried to the restroom. With a trembling hand, she dialed a number that had called her the previous night. FLASHBACK Suzie was playing with her three-year-old nephew when the doorbell rang. She was caring for him while his mother was out shopping. "Jaja, stay here, I'll see who's at the door—" Suzie's words were cut short by the sudden entrance of several men in black suits. "W-wait, who are you?! How did you—" "I hate small houses like this." Suzie's eyes widened as Uno entered, going straight to the living room and sitting on the sofa near her nephew, who was engrossed in his game. Before she could reach her nephew, two men restrained her. "M-Mr. U-Urquio, w-what is the meaning of this?" "Suzie Palcea, Manuela's secretary, correct?" Uno asked calmly, his gaze unwavering. "Y-yes, I—" "—I need a favor. You seem close to her. Can you persuade her to accept my offer and forget about the week she wants to decide? Can you do that for me?" Uno said coldly. "Y-you want me to convince Manuela to marry you? But Mr. Urquio—" "—It's a simple favor, Ms. Palcea. In return, I'll provide the money you need for your nephew's surgery." Uno interrupted. Suzie's eyes widened in shock. "H-how...?" "Your nephew has leukemia, right? My offer will help him live. So, what do you think? Refuse, and consider what might happen to your three-year-old nephew. He's still young, he has so much to do in his life. It would be a shame if that didn't happen because of his aunt," Uno added, approaching Suzie's nephew. "M-Mr. Urquio..." "Don't even think about calling the police. I'm a mafia boss; I have people in the police force. Just do me this favor, and you'll save your nephew. Answer me now, Ms. Palcea," Uno said emotionlessly. Suzie was terrified for her nephew, especially after realizing Uno wasn't just a businessman. The temptation was overwhelming. The money for her nephew's surgery would be life-changing. "I-I'll do it. I'll try my best to convince Manuela. Just don't hurt us, and what you said about—" "—of course. You'll save your nephew's life because of your decision," Uno said coldly before leaving, followed by his men. Suzie rushed to her nephew and embraced him tightly. END OF FLASHBACK "I'm sorry, Manuela, so sorry..." Suzie repeated, her voice choked with sobs. Manuela was completely at a loss, unable to comprehend her friend's distress. Manuela was utterly unaware that agreeing to Uno's proposal would mean marrying a cunning and dangerous man.After HOURS of travel, Manuela and Uno arrived at a pier, a place Manuela vaguely remembered visiting before. She had long since stopped questioning Uno about their journey, realizing he wouldn't give her a straight answer.She was confused by him. Ever since he had been shot, his treatment of her had changed, yet she didn't want to get used to it, afraid of being hurt in the end.Night was falling, and Manuela still had no idea what Uno was planning, or why they were suddenly going to Isla Paraiso."What exactly are we going to do at Isla Paraiso? Why that place? Do I have bad memories there?" Manuela asked as Uno took her hand and led her onto the pier."We need some fucking privacy, wife.""Privacy for what?" Manuela asked, her brow furrowed in confusion."You'll see later.""S-Should I be worried?" Manuela asked, making Uno smile slightly."Maybe, or you should feel excited.""Why? You're making me nervous, Uno. You're not planning to sell me on Isla Paraiso, r-right?" Manuela ask
The evening shadows were lengthening, but Manuela remained restless, pacing back and forth in her and Uno's room. The call she'd received earlier was a complete puzzle, and when she tried to call back, her calls wouldn't go through.Manuela couldn't decide if she should believe the caller's words. The woman had clearly implied that Uno was involved in the accident that killed her parents. It confused her, yet a part of her heart refused to believe it."Could what that person said be true? Was Uno really involved in Dad's death? Was it…not an accident?" Manuela asked herself."Does that mean he planned to approach me because he did something to my parents?" Manuela wondered, quickly shaking her head, stopping her pacing."I shouldn't conclude any of that. I shouldn't easily believe a call from someone I don't know or who didn't identify themselves. But what if there's truth to what she said? What should I do?" Manuela asked, hearing the door open and seeing Uno enter."What are you doi
"Oh, you're back. I thought you'd already gone back to your condo."Damon turned to see Valix descending the staircase. Damon was simply sitting and drinking whiskey."Don't worry, I'll be heading back to my condo soon.""So, where have you been? I thought you were limiting your time outside so Urquio wouldn't find you…" Valix said, settling onto the sofa across from Damon."I am limiting myself, but I'd die of boredom in your house. I went to the park for some air. I made it back to your place, so that means I'm fucking safe. Anyway, how did your conversation with Urquio go?" Damon asked, changing the subject, which made Valix smirk."Curious?""Of course, he's my enemy.""Well, he just threatened me to stay away from his wife. I think Urquio has developed real feelings towards his contract wife. His warning to me speaks volumes, all the more reason for me to get Manuela," Valix stated, causing Damon to frown."Urquio has feelings for his contract wife?""That's what I saw in his eye
“I’m sure he’ll only warn you,” Damon said after Valix hung up. “Even if their marriage is just a contract, my half-brother is incredibly territorial. Just don’t let him discover who you really are—be careful around him.”“I can’t figure out what Zamora is thinking,” Damon muttered, sitting rigid on a long park bench. “I wonder how Kuya—I mean, how Urquio will handle that psycho.”He wore nothing but a black leather jacket and cap, having slipped out of Valix’s house out of sheer boredom. The park was his chosen spot to clear his head—he knew Uno’s men were probably searching for him by now, especially after Helia had pointed them in his direction and claimed he’d ordered her to kill Uno. But dying of boredom felt worse than running from danger.“I wouldn’t be hiding like this if I hadn’t agreed to Zamora’s plan,” he said, leaning back against the bench and gazing up at the sky. “It was his scheme to begin with, but I took the bait and used Helia for my own ends.”FLASHBACK“What did
THE NEXT MORNINGManuela decided to leave her room and head to the garden, unwilling to spend another moment bored inside her quarters. She was alone in the manor save for Uno’s staff—an emergency had arisen at La Corrs, requiring her husband’s immediate presence. Lucas had already left earlier, dropped off by Don Victorino.Though Manuela felt well enough to return to her office, Uno had refused to allow it. With no choice but to comply, she’d resigned herself to his wishes.“It’s okay, Manuela,” she murmured to herself as she settled onto a swing in Uno’s garden. “Rest is what you need to get better fast.”Her thoughts drifted to the kiss she and Uno had shared the night before, leaving her wondering why he’d suddenly grown so tender toward her. Part of her wanted to cling to Suzie’s encouraging words, but fear of heartbreak held her back. For now, regardless of whether his change of heart stemmed from guilt or gratitude, she resolved to cherish every moment he treated her with kind
“Huh? Why on earth are you confused about Mr. Urquio?!” Suzie blurted out, lightly smacking Manuela’s arm. “Keep your voice down—he might hear you!” Manuela chided, and Suzie adjusted her position on the edge of the bed. They were in Manuela’s room at the manor. She’d been discharged from the hospital earlier that afternoon, but the doctor had ordered strict bed rest until she made a full recovery. Suzie had come straight to visit, and they were chatting while Uno, Don Victorino, and Lucas watched car racing downstairs. “How would he hear us when he’s in the living room? Besides, he knows I’m here—he’s giving us privacy.” Suzie said, patting Manuela’s thigh. “So tell me—why are you so confused about him? Spill it, my friend.” “Ever since I got shot… it’s like he’s changed. I feel like I’m with a different Uno.” Manuela replied, and Suzie raised an eyebrow. “Huh? Wait, explain that. How can you tell he’s changed?” “He’s been taking care of me—something he never did before…” “We







