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Ysabelle's POVThe whole day seems…silent. Wala ni isa sa amin ang kumikibo. It feels like one of us wants to start a conversation but we do not know how, parang may humaharang sa amin after all the plan that we did through an instinct na mauuwi pala sa isang mabigat na tensyon. I should not done that, hindi ko naman pala kaya. Nakadungaw lang ako sa bintana, ang mga mata ay nakatigil lamang sa isang kapaligiran na halos wala akong makitang magagarang imprastraktura o kahit mga nagdadaanang kotse. Kung mayroon man ay paminsan-minsan lang. This place is nowhere — parang nasa liblib na lugar na ito, but the safehouse that we are staying in right now is not that untidy, not also empty. May mga display na mga mamahaling porsenala, ginto at kahit anong mga kagamitang nasa Brunei lamang makikita. “This was our house before.” Napalingon ako sa gilid kung saan biglang nagsalita si Evan na nasa pintuan lang, parang may hinahanap siya at hindi lang nakatingin sa akin. “Noong nagsisimula p

Ysabelle’s POVEvan’s laughter slowly faded into a soft hum as he leaned his forehead against mine. For a moment, the world stopped spinning— walang ingay, walang takot, walang ibang kailangan isipin. Only the two of us, breathing in the same rhythm, hanging on to whatever peace we could steal from the chaotic world outside our door.“I missed you,” he whispered.I felt that. Hindi lang sa tenga, kundi sa dibdib mismo. Those three words were heavier than any embrace, because coming from him, it meant more than affection—it meant survival.“I’m right here,” sagot ko, mas mahina kaysa sa dapat.He brushed his thumb along my cheek, making sure to avoid the side of my face where bruises remained faint yet present. His eyes softened, halos nangungusap: I’m sorry. I should’ve protected you better. I won’t fail again.“Rest ka muna,” he said softly. “Ayokong masaktan ka ulit.”Napasimangot ako nang kaunti. “Kaya ko naman.”“Kaya mo,” he nodded. “Pero hindi ko hahayaang ipilit mo.”I was read

Ysabelle's POVYsabelle’s POVThe silence after Matteo’s revelation was deafening.My thoughts spun so violently that I felt nauseous. Every memory with Evan rearranged itself in my mind—his protectiveness, his paranoia, the way he always checked the windows, the locks, the phone signals. Akala ko kasi dati, overthinker lang siya. Or maybe clingy. Or maybe… too in love.Pero hindi pala.He wasn’t paranoid. He wasn’t being dramatic. He wasn’t suffocating me.He was terrified.And now I understood why.I took a slow breath, forcing myself to speak despite the panic scratching inside my chest.“Matteo,” I said quietly, surprising myself with how steady my voice sounded. “Alam mo… naiintindihan ko siya.”Both Evan and Matteo froze.Evan’s eyes widened—pain, guilt, disbelief all swimming in them. Matteo’s expression shifted from amusement to slight annoyance, as if my reaction did not match the drama he was hoping to orchestrate.“You… understand him?” Matteo echoed faintly mocking, step

Ysabelle's POVMatteo’s groan cut through the silence like a blade. Mabagal, mahina… pero malinaw. Napalingon ako, at doon ko nakita ang pag–angat ng kanyang mga talukap. The moment his eyes focused on us—on Evan—para bang biglang bumilis ang tibok ng puso ko nang sampung beses.Evan moved instantly.Parang may switch na nag-on sa loob niya. His posture straightened, his muscles tensed, at kahit nanginginig pa rin ang kamay niya mula sa galit at adrenaline, his expression sharpened with terrifying control. In the next breath, he turned toward Matteo, stepped forward, and pointed the gun directly at the unconscious man’s forehead.“Don’t move,” Evan growled, voice cold and steady—too steady.Matteo swallowed hard. Kita ko kung paanong nanlaki ang mga mata niya, nagiging alerto ang buong sistema niya, realizing the hell he was about to face. He tried to push himself up, pero Evan pressed his boot against Matteo’s chest, forcing him down again.“Huwag kang gagalaw,” Evan repeated.This t

Ysabelle’s POVSaysa’s gun was steady—steady in a way that made my stomach twist painfully. Hindi nanginginig ang kamay niya, hindi bumababa ang tingin niya. She was unmoving, calm, collected in a terrifying way. Parang sanay na sanay siya sa ganitong eksena. Parang hindi ito ang unang beses niyang tutukan ng baril si Evan.And that thought made everything in my body freeze.Evan kept the knife in his hand but did not raise it. He just stared at her, expression unreadable. No fear. No shock. No hesitation. Only calculation. Parang binabasa niya ang bawat galaw ni Saysa, parang sinusukat niya kung gaano kalalim ang betrayal dito. If Matteo’s betrayal wounded him, Saysa’s presence with a gun pointed at him was a dagger twisting deeper.“You’re pointing a gun at the wrong person,” Evan finally said, voice low.Saysa didn’t blink. “Funny. I was about to say the same thing.”Matteo watched them with wide, terrified eyes, breathing in short, shallow gasps. But no one paid attention to him a