All Chapters of Falling Twice for My Billionaire Boss: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The next day, Roque Snacks was back to its usual midweek chaos—phones ringing, printers humming, at mga taong nagmamadaling magpasa ng reports. But for Kaella, every sound felt a little too loud, every minute a little too long. She buried herself sa trabaho, forcing her attention on the screen in front of her. Kung puro spreadsheets ang titingnan niya, baka sakaling tumigil ang pag-ikot ng puso niya tuwing naiisip niya si Jerome.At around 3 p.m., laughter erupted sa kabilang cubicle. Kaella’s pen stilled mid-note. She glanced discreetly, only to see Nina leaning against Jerome’s desk, twirling her hair habang tawa ng tawa sa isang kwento nito. Jerome, of course, was grinning—his easy, charming grin that Kaella secretly knew too well.Ignore it, she told herself. You said you’d focus on work.She highlighted three rows of data na hindi naman kailangan, just to give her hands something to do. Pero kahit anong gawin niya, hindi niya mapigilang pakinggan ang usapan.“So, Jerome,” Nina sa

Kaella stirred awake to the faint glow of morning sunlight slipping through her curtains. For a moment, she didn’t remember why her throat ached or why her body felt like lead. Then the memories came rushing back—yung pagkahilo sa office, ang paghatid ni Jerome, at ang paraan niyang hindi alintana ang lahat para lang matulungan siya.She blinked, her eyes adjusting. Sa gilid ng kanyang kama, may isang upuan—at doon, nakasubsob si Jerome, ang ulo nakapatong sa kanyang braso, natutulog nang mahimbing. His dark hair was slightly messy, and his breathing was even, calm.Kaella’s chest tightened. He must have stayed all night. Grabe naman ‘to… she thought, guilt and warmth flooding her chest. She remembered insisting he leave, na kaya niya mag-isa, but clearly, Jerome hadn’t listened.Careful not to wake him, she reached for the thermometer on her bedside table. 37.3°C—her fever gone down. Slowly, she sat up, the blanket slipping from her shoulders. The movement stirred Jerome. He blinked

The next morning, the office buzzed with its usual hum—keyboards clicking, printers whirring, and the distant whiff of reheated coffee. Kaella arrived earlier than usual, determined to focus on her pending reports and forget about yesterday’s lunch break conversation with Jerome. Pero kahit anong gawin niya, paulit-ulit pa rin sa utak niya yung tanong nito: Careful, or scared?She was halfway through typing when she heard muffled laughter coming from the pantry. Curiosity and maybe a little paranoia nudged her to stand up and refill her mug.As she approached, she caught snippets of conversation—Trina’s unmistakable giggle leading the chorus.“Grabe si Jerome kahapon,” Trina said, her voice carrying easily. “Ang obvious na obvious kay Kaella!”Another coworker, Leo, chimed in, laughing. “Oo nga! Kita mo kung paano siya tumingin sa kanya? Parang may slow-mo effect, may background music pa!”Kaella froze just outside the door, her heartbeat quickening.“Tsaka nung nagkasakit si Kaella,

The workweek was supposed to end quietly, but fate and Trina’s uncontainable energy had other plans. It was Friday evening, the office clock barely hitting six, when Trina clapped her hands dramatically in the middle of the hallway.“Guys, tara! Karaoke tayo! Hindi pwedeng uwian agad! Nakaka-stress ang week na ’to!”“Game!” Leo shouted, already slinging his bag over his shoulder. A chorus of “Sige na nga” and “Pwede!” followed, and in minutes, the entire Roque Snacks marketing team found themselves herded into a nearby KTV bar.Kaella initially hesitated. She had work piled on her desk and every intention of going home early. But when Jerome—smiling that annoyingly gentle smile—looked her way and said, “Mentor, sama ka. Libre ko yung first round ng fries,” she sighed in surrender.Minutes later, their group crowded inside a neon-lit karaoke room, the air already buzzing with excitement. Colored lights swirled across the walls, and the first notes of a cheesy 2000s ballad blasted throu

The conference room of Roque Snacks was buzzing like an overexcited hive. Everyone was shuffling papers, checking their phones, or whispering last-minute chismis habang hinihintay magsimula ang monthly all-staff meeting. Kaella Ponce sat near the front, her laptop open, though she was barely reading the slides. Her eyes kept darting to Jerome—suot ang crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled up, tie slightly loosened, standing near the projector like he owned the room.“Can you believe siya ang napili?” Trina whispered, leaning toward her. “Baguhan, pero ngayon presenter ng major pitch.”Kaella shrugged, forcing a professional expression. “He earned it,” she said, pero may kasamang lihim na kilig sa dibdib. She couldn’t help it—seeing Jerome stand there so confidently made her heart flip.Jerome caught her gaze for a fleeting second and grinned—just a quick flash of those annoyingly perfect dimples—before turning back to the laptop. Kaella immediately pretended to be fascinated by her notes.