Lahat ng Kabanata ng Love is War: But I'd bleed for you: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

RONALD It has not been a walk in the park working with Jeffrey. Of course he is good at his job, but that is not the only thing he was good at. I’ve woken up almost every morning since then with a hard on from me having sexual dreams with him, only to see him at the office completely clueless of the hold he has on me. “Sir the meeting with the partners would start in 15 minutes.” Jeffrey said as he entered my office. I raised a brow “Sir? How did we go from Ronald to Sir?” “Well, technically, you’re my boss. So?” I rubbed my forehead. He was totally determined to make what is between us strictly business. “You don’t have to do that Jeffrey.” “I don’t want to get too familiar.” He said standing nervously close to the door. I scoffed, he always comes up with new things. Just to push me further away. I picked up my tab and walked towards him. “Why is that, Jeffrey?” I didn’t let him speak closing in on him. “Is it because of the way you might feel if you do? Is it becau

RONALD The room was dim, lit only by the pale blue glow of his laptop screen. And Jeffrey was slumped forward on his desk still deeply sleeping. I rubbed my forehead to calm my anger. “Of course,” I muttered. “He had all the time to rest last night but didn’t.” I walked quietly into the room and closed the lid of the laptop, before lifting him up to take him to his bed. He didn’t even flinch. How could anyone sleep so deeply? I stared for a moment at his messy bed hair. It made his face look even more beautiful. I sighed. “I guess I’d let you have this one.” My driver was already waiting outside with the car started. We hit the road immediately, and as expected, it was going to be quite a ride, so I brought out my tablet and started going through the emails I had received concerning the upcoming projects. We arrived at the office eventually, and thankfully, the clients were already there. I called for the meeting immediately. It was going to be a long day. I met with

JEFFREY My eyes locked on the title. Philip’s Room. By Raven Black. He raised a brow at me, before flipping a page calmly. “You know it?” ‘I wrote it.’ My heart kicked hard in my chest. I could barely breathe for a second. “Yeah,” I said, keeping my tone even. “It’s… a pretty good book.” Ronald shot a bland look at me. “It’s more than that. I’ve read it four times.” He turned another page. “The way it builds slow tension, how the main character keeps denying what’s obvious... it’s brilliant. Quietly devastating.” I gulped. Hearing him talk about my work like that was surreal. Of course, he didn’t know I was the author. The name on the book was a pen name I’d guarded like my life depended on it. But this wasn’t the first time someone had praised it. I’d gotten fan messages. Reviews. Even the occasional half-drunk stranger gushing about “how raw and real it felt.” Regardless, I couldn’t let anyone know who I was. But Ronald, of all people, reading it? Loving it? That was new.

THIRD PERSON POVKyla stood near the edge of her office, slipping into a cream blazer that still had the faint scent of fresh tailoring. She glanced at the time, then at her assistant, who hovered by the doorway with a tablet.“I’ll be leaving early,” Kyla said, adjusting the cuff of her sleeve. “If anything comes up, push it till tomorrow.”It wasn’t her usual rhythm. Nivlek, her fashion design company ran like a machine under her command. Known for their signature on suits and bold takes on corporate wear, the workspace felt more like a showroom than an office.Even the mannequins in the corner wore expressions more serious than some of the interns. Fabric samples were fanned across the meeting table, and mood boards leaned against the far wall, pinned with sketches and Pantone swatches.Kyla’s phone buzzed on her desk. She picked it up casually, already expecting Connor’s name. They had a date tonight, he was probably calling to confirm the time.But it wasn’t Connor.It was Ronald