All Chapters of The Fearless Cinderella: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Nakahawak pa rin si Nero sa baywang ni Cinderella. Malalim ang bawat hinga niya pero nanatiling banayad ang pagkakahawak ng kamay niya sa baywang nito. His grip firm yet gentle, possessive yet controlled.His thumb moved slowly against her bare skin and tracing small circles just above her hip. Every stroke was intentional like he knew exactly what he was doing and how it was driving her mad.She inhaled sharply.A soft shiver ran down her spine... At hindi niya alam kung dahil sa lamig ng hangin o sa init ng bawat dampi ng daliri nito sa kanya.It was not just a touch.It was a silent conversation.Wala pa ring kibo si Nero pero parang sinasabi ng katawan niya na 'I can go further but I'm letting you choose'.But his eyes… those dark… burning eyes are never left her face. Lalo na iyong mga mata niyang parang sinisilip ang lahat ng tinatago mo at lahat ng gusto mong itago.Hindi napigilan ni Cinderella na mapatingin sa mapulang labi ni Nero. That quiet, perfect curve na kanina pa nana

Manhattan’s elite district. Isang boutique na hindi basta-basta pinapasok ng kahit sino. Floor-to-ceiling glass walls, chandeliers imported from Milan, and racks lined with couture evening gowns flown in straight from Paris.At the center of it all ay naka-upo sa velvet armchair na parang reyna sa sariling kaharian si Cinderella na kalmado habang pinapanood si Vera.She was wearing a silk champagne slip dress, legs crossed, eyes half-lidded as she sipped her iced espresso. Beside her stood Vera. Chic in all black, iPad in hand at halatang sanay makipagsabayan sa boardroom at barilan ng matataray na babae.Pinuno ni Vera ang ilang fitting rooms ng mga bagong damit para kay Cinderella. Mula casual streetwear perfect for a chilly New York stroll, hanggang sa bold, body-hugging party dresses na parang isinukat para sa isang paparazzi-filled event. Designer pieces lined up like an armor of transformation for one week’s worth of curated luxury.“Lahat ng gown dito ay personally picked ni Ne

Vera sat alone in front of her monitor, arms crossed as the boutique footage played. Cinderella stood straight as her hand landed on Bianca's face, creating a crisp snap that resonated throughout the room. She paused the video. “Damn,” she muttered. “That’s what I call brand protection.” She looked at the boutique manager next to her. “Delete this from your system,” Vera instructed in a loud and commanding voice. "No copies, backups, or leaks. There's not even a whisper online. Or I'll personally ensure that your boutique never works with the Vergaras again." The manager nodded immediately. “Y-Yes, Ms. Vera. N-No problem at all.” Vera saved the footage on an encrypted device and handed it to her assistant. "Secure the line. Please send straight to Mr. Vergara. Keep track of it. There are no copies." Her assistant replied with a faint but firm nod. VERGARA CORPORATE TOWER – 40th Floor, Executive Private Office Nero was sitting alone in his own office. The lights were dim,

The warm lighting sent a golden glow over the room, reflecting off the racks of couture dresses and shelves lined with designer heels. Tahimik si Cinderella habang tinatapos ng stylist ang pag-pin ng final touches sa suot niyang gown. It hugged her like a second skin, fierce and blinding, a silent warning wrapped in beauty.The fabric kissed her curves, flowing like molten gold with every subtle shift of her body. But it was the slit... dangerously high and almost daring gravity itself that turned the dress from mere elegance into a weapon.One wrong move, and it would be scandal.One right move, and it would be power.And Cinderella? She didn’t move wrong.Not tonight.She straightened her posture, rolling her shoulders back, lifting her chin just enough to command. In the full-length mirror, she didn’t just see herself... she saw the weapon she had become.This wasn’t just a dress. This was war paint. Then a soft knock.Vera entered, cradling a small velvet box in her hands—black,

Tahimik ang powder room nang pumasok si Cinderella. The soft hum of the chandelier overhead, the marble counters lined with gold accents, and the heavy velvet drapes made the place feel like a secret sanctuary.She approached the vanity, her reflection regal, the gold silk of her gown clinging to her like molten power, the Vergara emerald earrings flashing with every turn of her head.Tumigil siya sandali at naglabas ng lipstick... ready to retouch when the heavy door slammed open behind her.Cinderella didn’t even flinch. She kept her hand steady and continued fixing her lipstick with precision.Sa gilid ng salamin, she saw them.Colleen Fuentabella. Ang stepsister niyang may mukha ng anghel, pero ang puso, punong-puno ng kasinungalingan at galit. Parang tila anghel sa itsura, pero sa likod ng mga ngiti, tanging pagkamuhi at inggit ang umiiral.At sa tabi niya ay si Samantha Montenegro. The one and only Colleen's bestfriend na walang ginawa kundi magtago sa likod ng mga mahahabang ku