Lahat ng Kabanata ng More Than Just A Marriage Deal: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Papa’s words stayed with me long after we left the hospital. Don’t let them take the Rosales name from you. They echoed in every corner of my mind, even as the city lights blurred past the car window. By the next morning, wala nang oras para magpahinga. The reports were waiting. The board was waiting. And this time, I refused to show up small. Hunter watched quietly from across the breakfast table, sipping his coffee habang ako naman, nakatutok sa laptop, reviewing the numbers Elena had sent. His eyes followed every move I made, and when I finally looked up, I caught the ghost of a smile on his lips. “What?” I asked, raising a brow. “You,” he said simply, setting his cup down. “You look like your father when you’re focused like that. Determined. Untouchable.” My chest tightened, but I held his gaze. “I can’t afford to be anything less, Hunter. Not now.” He reached across the table, his hand covering mine. “You don’t have to be less. But don’t forget you’re not alone. When you wa

Hunter’s words still echoed in the conference room You will not disrespect my wife. The silence that followed was deafening, every executive too afraid to breathe. Cassandra’s lips curved again, pero this time, it was thinner, sharper, like a blade pressed against skin. “Well,” she said finally, her tone laced with mock sweetness. “It looks like Mr. Monteverde has spoken.” She turned to me then, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly. “But I wonder, Señora Monteverde… can you speak for yourself?” Every gaze snapped to me. My chest tightened, but I lifted my chin, forcing steel into my voice. “I don’t need to prove myself to you, Cassandra. I’m not here for games. I’m here for this company. And no matter what you throw at me, you will not distract me from that.” The words rang louder than I expected, and for the first time, Cassandra’s smile slipped completely. She gave a slight nod, her eyes promising this wasn’t the end, before she sank gracefully back into her seat. The

The meeting goes smoothly. Andres slid the folder across the table, the crisp sound of paper filling the silence as I opened it. His proposal was well-detailed and structured projections, risk analysis, and a clear outline of how his investment could accelerate Rosales’ recovery.“This is… impressive,” I admitted, scanning through the pages. “You’ve clearly done your research.”“I don’t step into anything half-prepared,” Andres replied with calm confidence. “Especially not with a company as delicate yet promising as Rosales. You’ve been through a storm, Mrs. Monteverde. What you need now is stability. I can give you that.”His words were reassuring, but the way he said them carried an edge, like a man who wasn’t just investing money, but planting roots deeper than what was written on paper.I glanced at Denise, who gave me a subtle nod of approval.“I’ll have my team go through this in detail,” I said, placing the folder back on the table. “But from what I’ve seen, I believe this par

I have never seen Hunter this hot before. After I swallowed his release, I wiped my lips slowly, teasing him with a playful smirk.“Sarap mo,” he whispered, his voice low and rough.“Really?” I teased back, tilting my head.He gave a short nod. I was about to stand up when he suddenly pulled me down on the bed, trapping me beneath him. His hand pinned both of my wrists above my head as if he had no plans of letting me go.“What are you going to do?” I asked with a smile, though my heart was already racing.“I’m gonna make sure you experience how good I can really be.” His words melted against my lips before he kissed me again, deep and hungry. I could feel his growing hardness pressing insistently between my thighs, searching, teasing.I parted my legs, surrendering, letting his length graze against my aching core. A soft moan escaped me as he rubbed against me, his movements slow yet full of longing.His lips trailed from my mouth down to my collarbone, leaving burning kisses in thei

The tension was already thick between me, Andres, and Benjamin. My grip on the folder tightened, but before I could even speak, a familiar low voice cut through the air, deep, steady, and one I knew all too well. “I didn’t realize this site visit would turn into a reunion.” Napalingon ako agad. My heart skipped a beat. Hunter. My husband. He walked toward us with that composed, intimidating aura he always carried, tailored suit despite the dust of the construction site, his presence effortlessly commanding attention. His sharp eyes immediately swept over me, then to Andres, then finally lingering on Benjamin. I swallowed hard. This wasn’t part of the plan. Benjamin, of course, was the first to react. “Ah, Mr. Monteverde. I should’ve guessed you’d show up. Always protective of your territory.” That mocking tone. I hated it. But Hunter? He didn’t flinch. Instead, he slipped a hand casually into his pocket, his other hand brushing against mine briefly, as if grounding me,