Lahat ng Kabanata ng Will You Marry Me?: Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

Antonio paced back and forth in his apartment, his hands raking through his hair. His mind was spinning. The way Ruby had acted when he saw her at Camila’s place… she had avoided his questions. It wasn’t hard to tell she was hiding something. And now he couldn’t let it go. He grabbed his phone and started making calls. One after the other, he reached out to his contacts—people connected to Hector Morales. People who always had the latest updates on what was happening in Panama’s underworld. But nothing prepared him for what he learned. Ruby had stabbed Hector. And then she had run. Antonio stopped pacing and stood frozen in place. “Damn it,” he muttered. He couldn’t believe it. Ruby had tried to kill Hector Morales. And somehow, she was still breathing. His thoughts immediately turned to Camila. “She’s in danger,” he told himself. If Hector’s men found Ruby, and Camila was with her, it could mean trouble. Big trouble. Antonio clenched his fists. “I can’t let an

Gunshots exploded through the house, shattering the windows. Glass rained down like sharp confetti, splintering across the floor. Furniture toppled over. Bullet holes ripped through the walls like paper. Ruby’s ears rang from the sound of it all. The underling grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her down behind a wall. “Stay low!” he barked. His voice was tight, controlled, but there was fear in his eyes. Ruby’s breathing was ragged. She fumbled for her phone with shaking hands and dialed Camila’s number. “Pick up… pick up,” she muttered under her breath. But there was nothing. No answer. Just the endless ring. “Who are you calling?” the underling snapped, peering around the corner with his weapon ready. “My friend,” Ruby replied. “Camila. She’s a cop. If she picks up, she’ll send backup.” But Camila wasn’t picking up. Ruby cursed under her breath and quickly typed out a text message: “Under attack. Send backup. Men with guns. Hurry.” The underling checked his magazi

Hector paced the floor, his steps uneven, as though the weight in his chest was too much to bear. His mind raced with a hundred thoughts, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not settle his nerves. His temples pounded, his heart thudded painfully against his ribs, and still he continued walking, back and forth, like a man who had lost all sense of time. His brothers, Manuel and Hunter, exchanged worried glances as they watched him unravel, the strain evident in every tense line of his body. Manuel stood from where he had been sitting and crossed his arms, his brow furrowed as he stared at Hector. “You need to sit down,” he said firmly. “You’ve lost a lot of blood, and you’re not giving yourself time to heal.” Hunter spoke next, his tone less sharp but no less urgent. “Manuel’s right. You shouldn’t be up walking around like this. You’re restless, fine—but this isn’t helping you. You need to rest or you’re going to collapse.” But Hector only shook his head, his jaw clenched

When Camila arrived at the scene with Antonio trailing behind her, her heart was pounding in her chest. She spotted a white car parked at the far end of the close, its engine humming softly as if preparing to leave. She froze for a moment, uncertain whether the person inside was an enemy or someone connected to Ruby. Panic gripped her as she called out Ruby’s name, her voice echoing sharply through the narrow street littered with bodies and stained with fresh blood. As if responding to her voice, the white car suddenly turned, its tires crunching over gravel and broken glass as it pulled away from the scene without haste. Camila watched it disappear around the corner, her instincts telling her that whoever had been in that car was dangerous. Still, she stood her ground in the middle of the wreckage, turning in slow circles, searching. Her chest ached as dread formed a tight knot inside it. Then, faintly, she heard her name. "Camila!" The voice was weak but unmistakable. Her gaze

Carlos sighed, a faint, thoughtful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Well, I guess I understand to some extent." Hunter turned toward him, his brows lifting in surprise. "Really?" There was a hint of disbelief in his voice, as if he hadn't expected Carlos to be carrying something close to his chest. "Have you fallen in love or something?" Carlos exhaled slowly, as though weighing his words before letting them out. "Well, I wouldn't really call it love," he admitted, his voice low and distant, as if he was still figuring it out himself. "There’s just... someone I can’t get off my mind these days." Hunter gave him a knowing look and nodded. "Good for you," he said simply, not pressing further, respecting whatever boundaries his brother had just drawn. Manuel, however, was less impressed. He shook his head with an exaggerated roll of his eyes and muttered, "You guys are impossible." He pushed himself away from the wall where he had been standing and crossed his arms tig