He worshiped her like a goddess. She let another man make her moan. Duncan Moretti had everything—power, wealth, control. Women wanted him, men feared him. But when Aphrodite walked into his world, she didn’t want his money… she wanted his soul. And he gave it to her. Every kiss, every whispered promise, every desperate moan—he thought they meant something. He planned the perfect proposal, ready to give her forever. Until she didn’t show up. Until she arrived hours late—smiling like she hadn’t just crushed him. Until a man walked in uninvited, laughing, calling her home. And when Duncan followed her, broken and burning, he saw it all with his own eyes—Aphrodite naked under another man, moaning his name like she once moaned his. Now Duncan isn’t the man who fell to his knees. He’s the man who’s rising—with revenge in his blood and nothing left to lose. She wanted to be worshiped? He’ll make sure she remembers exactly how it feels.
Ver más“Papa, no! Ayoko! Ayokong sumama sa kahit kanino. Dito lang ako!” I shouted.
Gusto kong magwala. Gusto kong ipagtatapon sa sahig kung ano man ang hawakan ko. Gusto kong kunin ang vase na narito sa center table ng sala at basagin sa harap ng stepfather ko para malaman niya kung gaano ako kagalit sa desisyon na pinasok niya.
Kauuwi ko lang galing sa school at ito ang ibubungad sa akin ni Papa? Na aalis ako dito mansyon? Na kukunin daw ako ni Mr. Delgado bilang kabayaran ng pamilya namin sa higit one hundred million na utang sa negosyo.
Pati itong mansyon na tinitirhan namin ay ginawang collateral sa banko dahil nag-loan si Papa ng 20 million na ginamit din sa pambayad kay Mr. Delgado para sa utang na hindi na namin kayang bayaran. Pero kulang pa rin iyon kaya ako ang ipambabayad ni Papa kay Mr. Delgado.
“We don’t have a choice, Alwina! Kailangan mong sumama kay Mr. Delgado!” mariing sabi ni Papa na kuyom ang mga kamay na nasa may hita nito. Tinaasan na rin ako nito ng boses, which he doesn’t usually do.
Sa tingin ko naman ay kahit hindi ako kadugo ng stepfather ko ay labag pa rin sa kagustuhan nito na ibenta ako sa pinagkakautangan sa negosyo. Pero dahil nagipit ito sa sitwasyon ay no choice na ito kundi ipagkanuno ako sa lalaking kilala bilang ‘beast’ sa business world, ang nag-iisang Nathaniel Delgado.
Naturingan na Nathaniel ang pangalan na alam kong ibig sabihin pa ay ‘Gift of God’, pero mukhang sa ugali nitong nababalitaan ko ay parang pati impiyerno ay hindi kinaya ang ugali nito. But that’s all just hearsay. Ewan ko kung totoo talaga.
I didn’t encounter Mr. Delgado eversince kaya wala akong idea. Pati kung ano ang itsura nito ay hindi ko rin alam dahil wala pa naman akong pakialam sa business world pa habang nag-aaral pa ako. Siguro kapag ako na mismo ang naka-experience kung gaano talaga kasama ang ugali ng Nathaniel Delgado na ‘yon ay doon ko na masasabi na demonyo nga ang lalaki.
Pero mayroon rin kasi akong classmate na nagsabing may kapatid siyang naka-experience kung gaano kasama ang Mr. Delgado na ’yon. Dahil ang ate ng classmate ko ay nagtrabaho sa kumpanya na mina-manage ni Mr. Delgado na isa raw sa pinakama-impluwensyang businessman sa Pilipinas.
Isang beses ay naikwento sa akin ng classmate ko ang tungkol kay Mr. Delgado kaya siguro tumatak sa akin ang pangalan na Nathaniel Delgado.
Pero kahit na! Mabait o masama man ang ugali ni Mr. Delgado na iyon ay hindi ako sasama. Hindi ko naman siya kilala. Hindi ko alam kung ano ang pwede niyang gawin sa akin. Baka gawin akong katulong. Oh, ka naman ay sxx slave. Kinakabahan agad ako kahit hindi ko alam kung anong plano sa akin ng lalaking iyon at bakit ako pa ang gustong kabayaran.
I’m just twenty years old, for God’s sake! Ang dami ko pang pangarap sa buhay. Gusto ko pa na bumuo ng sarili kong pamilya. Tapos masisira na lang ng basta basta dahil sa ginawa akong kabayaran ng utang. Dahil sa selfish na desisyon ng stepfather ko ay pati future ko ay wala nang kasiguraduhan.
Gusto ko rin na magtayo ng sariling business kahit sa tingin ko ngayon ay suntok sa buwan pa dahil nga months ago ko pa nalaman na lugi na ang business namin. Lihim ko iyon na narinig mula kay Papa pero hindi ko naman ito sinubukan na i-confront dahil busy ako sa school nang time na iyon. Aside from that ay wala din ako sa huwisyo dahil iniintindi ko rin ang puso kong nalilito dahil doon sa nanliligaw sa akin.
Naguguluhan kasi ako kung sasagutin ko ang manliligaw ko na nagugustuhan ko na pero lihim na gusto rin ng bestfriend ko. Ayokong magaya sa namatay kong ina na nagkasiraan ng bestfriend niya dahil sa lalaki. Importante sa akin ang friendship.
Ang akala ko pa naman na pwede pang maisalba ang business namin na nalulugi simula nang nalaman ko. Pero ngayon sobrang shock ko dahil hindi lang pala lugi. Kung hindi wala ng natira sa yaman ni mommy. Nang namatay si mommy ay ang stepfather ko na ang namahala ng company.
"Papa, bakit umabot sa ganito?! Nagtiwala ako sa kakayahan mo. Bakit mo pinabayaan na malugi ang kumpanyang pinaghirapan ni Mommy?!" Doon na tumulo ang luha ko sa labis na panghihinayang sa negosyo namin.
Mas galit ako sa sitwasyon na kinasadlakan namin kesa kay Papa na alam ko naman na minahal ako bilang anak. Simula nang namatay si mommy ay hindi ko naman naramdaman na iba ako at patuloy lang ako nitong minahal na parang anak niya. Pero bakit ngayon ay natiis ako nitong ipamigay na lang basta sa kung sinong lalaki na hindi ko naman kilala. Ngayon, talagang ang selfish niya sa paningin ko.
“I’m sorry, hija.” Doon na tumayo si Papa at lumapit sa akin. Nakipag eye-to-eye ako sa kanya. Tanging galit ang mababakas sa mata ko habang si Papa naman ay bakas ang lungkot. “Hindi ko kagustuhan ang nangyari, Alwina. I did my best para lang sa kumpanya. Pero malakas ang competitor ng business natin. She sabotaged our company. Pati major supplier natin ay nawala. Kaya nagkaroon tayo ng problema sa bagong major client na si Mr. Delgado. Malaki ang naging lugi niya rin dahil hindi natin na-provide ang products na kailangan nila. Ipapakulong niya ako kapag hindi tayo nakabayad. At wala na akong maibayad.”
Kumunot ang noo ko sa narinig kay Papa. “She?”
“Si Tita Charice ba, Pa? Siya ba ang dahilan kung bakit nalugi na tayo?”
Tumango naman si Papa. “Yes.” Nanghihina ito sa pagkakabanggit ng ‘yes’ at nakita ko na lang na napakuyom ang kamay nito at parang gustong manuntok.
"I knew it. She’ll do everything for her revenge." Ang tanging nasambit ko.
Walang talagang mabuting naidulot si Tita Charice sa pamilya ko simula nang nagsama sina mommy at Papa 5 years ago. Wala nang ginawa si Tita Charice kung hindi ang sirain kami.
Ganoon ba ang nagagawa kapag nasaktan sa pag-ibig? Nagiging masama na at hindi man lang na-consider ni Tita Charice ang pinagsamahan nila ni mommy? Tita Charice and mom are best of friends. She’s even my ninang. Nagkasiraan sila dahil pareho silang nagkagusto sa stepfather ko. Pero ang pinili ni Papa ay si Mommy.
Simula noon ay naging mortal enemy na sila ni mommy at Tita Charice hanggang sa business. Pero hanggang ngayon ba naman? For God’s sake! It's more than a year since namatay si mommy at hanggang ngayon ay galit pa rin siya. Hindi na niya nagawang magpatawad pati kay Papa na ang tanging kasalanan lang ay nagmahal ng totoo.
"Hija, I'm so sorry kailangan kong gawin iyon. Aalis na kami sa bahay na ito ng kapatid mo sa lunes dahil kukunin na ito ng banko. At tungkol naman sa utang ko kay Mr. Delgado kukunin ka na niya sa darating na linggo… bilang kabayaran. H-hindi ko alam kung bakit ikaw…”
Huminto si papa sa pagsasalita. Hahawakan niya sana ako sa balikat pero agad kong tinabig ang kamay nito nang marahas.
"No, Pa. Hindi ako papayag!” Sigaw ko.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN— Godric —I’ve always said there’s more poetry in silence than in words.Especially when it’s the kind of silence that wraps around someone’s throat and makes them gasp without ever realizing they’re suffocating.Tonight, that silence belongs to Aphrodite.And Duncan Moretti is the one tightening the leash.But not too tight.Not yet.Just enough to make her twitch.Just enough to make her wonder if she enjoys it.Which, of course, she does.She always has.She was made to.By me.---I watch from the mezzanine of the gala, seated comfortably in a curved velvet armchair, the kind reserved for VIPs who don’t like being seen. The shadows here are my oldest friends.Below me, the chandelier bathes the ballroom in gold, casting halos on liars and saints alike.I sip my whiskey slowly, savoring the scene.It’s been years since I gave Duncan the first thread of Aphrodite’s unraveling. I didn’t expect him to pull it so beautifully.---Look at him.Dark suit. Watch shar
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX— Aphrodite —It started with silence.The kind of silence that doesn’t invite peace—but strangles it.I sat beside Duncan in the sleek, black car as the city blurred past the windows, and neither of us spoke. There was nothing soft between us. No music, no murmurs, no subtle glances.Just the air thick with things we couldn’t say.Or rather—he wouldn’t let me say.---He hadn’t looked at me since I slid into the dress he chose—black silk, no bra, the neckline plunging and the hem daring. I’d stood in front of the mirror and stared at myself, wondering when I started looking like a beautiful hostage.The answer was easy.When I went back to him.---The venue loomed above us—a rooftop event packed with Manhattan’s elite. It was a charity gala for something no one really cared about. The kind of event where appearances were everything, and nothing was ever said outright. Deals were made in winks. Threats whispered between handshakes.And now I was the headline.---T
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE— Aphrodite —I woke up to the scent of him.Cigarette smoke. Leather. The barest trace of his cologne—cold, crisp, masculine.It curled in the sheets like a ghost, lingering in the cotton and in the places he touched.My body ached. My throat was dry. My skin still burned from the imprint of his hands.And he wasn’t in bed.Of course not.Duncan Moretti didn’t hold women after he broke them.Not anymore.---I blinked at the ceiling. The light was gray and muted behind thick hotel curtains. Everything felt far away, like I was still underwater, still drowning in what happened last night.He kissed me.Took me.Used me.And I let him.Not because I was trying to reclaim something lost.But because I knew—I felt—that I was no longer the one in control.I used to lead him with my fingers, guide his mouth with my sighs, bend his desire until he worshipped me.Now?Now he touched me like I was a territory he’d already conquered. And last night was him burning the flag
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR— Aphrodite —Some people think the worst part is breaking someone.They’re wrong.The worst part is when they still love you afterward.When they look at you the way Duncan Moretti did that night—with eyes that begged to forget and hands that ached to destroy.When they love you so much they want to see you ruined, just to feel a little less broken themselves.That’s the kind of love you never walk away from.That’s the kind of love that scars.---I stood in front of Room 306.My fingers hovered an inch from the door, trembling like they still belonged to the girl I used to be—the one who believed Duncan Moretti would love her forever, even if she didn’t deserve it.> You’re still mine.He’d said it hours ago.Quiet. Icy. Possessive.And I hated how much it still controlled me.---The door opened before I could knock.He was already there.Like he’d been waiting.Like he’d sensed me the moment I walked onto the floor.Because that was what Duncan did—he felt thi
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE— Aphrodite —Some nights, the lie was easier to wear.Tonight wasn’t one of them.Not when Lucas smiled at me like I hadn’t been built to ruin men like him. Not when he reached for my hand across the table like he wasn’t already marked. Not when the warmth in his gaze made me forget—if only for a second—that everything about this was staged.I wasn’t supposed to feel anything.Not tenderness.Not guilt.And definitely not guilt.---Lucas leaned forward over the candlelit table, his voice low. “You keep flinching when I look at you like this.”I blinked. “Like what?”“Like you matter.”My throat closed.He smiled gently, tilting his head. “It makes me want to look harder.”I laughed—soft, broken—and looked down at the untouched wine in my glass. “Then stop looking.”But he didn’t.---We left the restaurant late. The city was quieter now, the streets glistening faintly from a rain that had passed while we weren’t paying attention. Lucas held his umbrella over bot
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO— Duncan —It’s one thing to feel rage.It’s another thing to do something with it.I’d felt it before—white-hot, gut-twisting fury, the kind that burned you from the inside. But this time, it didn’t burn.It froze.Solid.Clean.The anger crystallized into something sharper.Something useful.---Marco delivered within forty-eight hours.He always did.The man was a ghost—a phantom with access to things that didn’t appear on paper, didn’t live in the cloud, didn’t show up on credit statements or GPS trackers. Just movement, patterns, whispers, secrets.And now… I had it all.---The file arrived encrypted and timed to self-delete.I opened it with hands that didn’t shake.Not anymore.I was past trembling.Past breaking.Now I was building something.Something darker.Something inevitable.---Photos.Lucas and Aphrodite.Dinner. Walking. A coffee shop. A private art gallery she once took me to.In every picture, she looked… poised. Distant. Sometimes smiling.Neve
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