Daddy, I Got You the Coldest Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Miguel's POVSa gitna ng hardin, sa ilalim ng isang arko na pinapalamutian ng mga puti at rosas na bulaklak, naghihintay ako sa babaeng naglalakad sa gitna. Nakangiti ito sa akin habang hawak siya ng kanyang mga magulang. Yes, it's our garden wedding today. Ang puso ko ay punong-puno ng emosyon at pasasalamat habang pinagmamasdan ko ang babaeng papalapit sa akin—si Mirabella, ang kaisa-isang babaeng minahal ko. Ngayong araw, matapos ang lahat ng sakit at pagsubok na pinagdaanan niya, ako na ang magiging opisyal na tagapagbantay at katuwang ni Mirabella habambuhay.Ang hangin ay may dalang mabining simoy, tila isang banayad na yakap mula sa kalangitan, habang ang araw ay nagdudulot ng gintong liwanag sa buong paligid. Sa bawat hakbang ni Mirabella, ramdam ko ang bigat at halaga ng araw na ito—ang pangakong magtatali sa amin sa habang buhay. Oo, kasal na nga kami, pero masasabi kong hindi iyon opisyal dahil minanipula ko ito at muntik na siyang mawala sa akin dahil sa kapangahasan ko. N

THIRD PERSON POVSix years agoAng daming tao sa mall, pero somehow, Samantha still felt alone. Bitbit niya ang shopping bag na may laman lang naman na bagong lip gloss, sketchpad, at 'yung librong matagal na niyang gustong basahin. Small things, pero para sa kanya, freedom 'yon. Finally, she thought. Walang yaya, walang bodyguard, walang mata ng daddy niya sa likod niya. Samantha rolled her eyes just thinking about her dad. Lagi na lang overprotective. Baka raw may mag-kidnap sa kanya. Like that would ever happen. Nag-decide siyang maglakad muna around the second floor. The view from the glass railings calmed her—people moving, unaware, normal.Her phone buzzed. Unknown number. She stared at it, saglit na nagduda, then declined the call. She turned toward the escalator—pero parang may something off. Sa peripheral vision niya, may lalaking naka-itim sa upper floor. Still. Parang bantay. Another one was walking behind her, not close enough para obvious, pero… why was her skin tingling?

Samantha's POVThe hallway outside the CEO’s office was quiet—too quiet. I adjusted the cuff of my blazer, eyes locked on the frosted glass door ahead of me. My heels echoed with every step, calm and steady. I refused to show the slightest hesitation. Not today. Not in front of him. Kaharap ko lang siya kaninang umaga, pero heto ako ngayon, kung kailan malapit na ang uwian saka niya ako pinatawag. Maybe he just wanted a time alone with you. Ang isang bahagi ng isip ko. No, way! He hates me!The receptionist barely looked up when I gazed at her.“You can go in, Ms. Mijares.” Of course I can. He summoned me. She opened the door, and I walked in. Struve stood by the windows, back to me, the cityscape stretching behind him like an oil painting. He looked the same—sharply dressed, shoulders squared, posture like steel. He didn’t even turn when I entered. Classic Struve. Palaging hindi nakatingin. Palaging naka-talilis.“You wanted to see me?” My voice was cool. Measured. Crisp as the after

THIRD PERSON POVThe air outside was cool, almost cruel as it kissed her flushed cheeks. Samantha fumbled with her clutch, keys jingling louder than necessary. Her heels clacked on the pavement, echoing against the stillness of the near-empty lot. Her balance was… suggestible, thanks to the cocktails and shots that had chased her anger like gasoline to fire. After thirty minutes, she actually got out from the bar, following that order from him. Damn her! She's too stupid to follow him.“Where the hell—” she muttered, squinting at her car. And then she saw him. Leaning against the hood of a sleek black SUV. Hands in his pockets. Expression unreadable.Struve.Samantha froze, nausea and fury swirling in her gut.“You stalking me now?” she called out, sarcasm loud in the open night. “Because if this is your way of flirting, it's still disturbing.”Struve pushed off the car slowly. Unhurried. Controlled. That typical predator calm.“I’m making sure you don’t kill yourself—or someone else—

Samantha's POVPagkatapos ng rollercoaster ng umaga, akala ko makakabawi na ako ng composure sa opisina. I buried herself in reports, supplier concerns, meeting memos. Lahat ng puwedeng gawin, ginawa ko para lang huwag isipin yung note. Yung breakfast. Yung shirt.Yung halik. I kept the coat on all day. Underneath it—yes—still his shirt. Hindi ko maipaliwanag kung bakit. Maybe para lang maalala ko na totoo 'yung nangyari. Or maybe, deep down, umaasa akong pansinin niya ito.Knock. Knock.I looked up. And there he was.Struve.Nakasuot ng three-piece charcoal suit, hawak ang isang folder, at ang ekspresyon—cold. As always. Walang ibang nagsasalita. Tumagal ang katahimikan, at kung hindi lang dahil sa lakas ng tibok ng puso ko, baka akalaing walang nangyayari.“You didn’t submit the Isla Verde proposal,” he said flatly, stepping inside without waiting for permission. His voice was clipped and distant. I blinked.“Good afternoon din sa’yo, Mr. Schmid,” I muttered, sarcasm dripping like p