Semua Bab Mafia Secret Heiress: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Jace Dela Vega courted me for two years, and in all that time, he never once disappeared or changed. I was only eighteen when we met. He had been a guest at my debut. I still remember his gift—cash. I laughed so hard back then, and he simply said, “I didn’t know what you’d like, so I’ll let you buy what you want.” But behind my smiles was a darkness I tried so hard to hide. I lived alone, separated from my parents. Instead of living like a normal teenager—going out, making friends, having fun—my life revolved around training. Every day. Every night. Ever since I was seven. My father trained me—basic self-defense, various martial arts, tactical disciplines. It wasn’t a hobby; it was my life. I was like a soldier trapped within the walls of my own home. I was homeschooled. No playmates. No friends. No world outside the four corners of our house. And when I entered college, I took Business Management—not because I chose it, but because my father did. I didn’t want to disappoint him.

“Kiss me,” she whispered again, pulling me toward her for a quick, needy smack of a kiss. I froze for a second. Ganito ba siya humalik? It was so far from the kind of kiss I wanted to give her — deep, consuming, the kind that would ruin her for anyone else. But she pulled me again, tighter this time, and deepened the kiss. Our breaths tangled, hot and uneven. She didn’t let go — even after she had to gasp for air, she dove right back in, lips pressing harder, more desperate. “Uhm…” she moaned against my mouth — that sound almost snapping my control in half. “I want more,” she whispered. Napakunot noo ako. Those three words pushed every restraint I had to the edge. My lips trailed down her neck, licking, tasting, marking her. Her loud moan shot straight through me. I sucked just enough to leave a mark — mine — before my hands slid down her exposed legs. “Anong ginagawa mo? I feel hot,” she asked, innocent, drunk, unaware of how dangerous that question was. “Shhh… just feel it,

I woke up in someone else’s bed, instincts sharp, pulse steady. The man beside me breathed slow and deep. My eyes caught the glint of steel on the table. Modified ang baril na iyon. iilan lang ang may ganung klasing baril at ang mga iyon ay talagang makapangyarihan. I should’ve been terrified. Instead, I felt electrified. He was danger wrapped in human form. The realization hit me. I had given myself to him. The irony twisted like a knife in my chest. I’d spent years mastering control, building walls, reading threats before they moved—and yet, one night, one reckless moment, I handed my power to a stranger. To him. I could barely walk. Every step felt heavy, like my body refused to move forward. Maybe it wasn’t just the physical pain—maybe it was the weight of realization pressing down on me. I grabbed my clothes from the sofa. They were neatly folded, but each piece felt heavier than it should, each movement a reminder of a mistake I shouldn’t have made. My hands were

“Anak, gising… inaapoy ka ng lagnat,” yugyog ng aking ama. Dahan-dahan kong idinilat ang mga mata. Nagulat ako nang mapansing nasa training ground pa rin ako—nakahandusay sa malamig na sahig, tila napahiga dahil sa sobrang pagod. Mabigat ang buong katawan ko; halos hindi ko maigalaw dahil sa tindi ng sakit at pamamanhid. Agad akong binuhat ni Daddy pabalik sa silid at tumawag ng doktora. Hindi na bago sa akin ang ganitong eksena. Tuwing nagkakasakit ako, iba’t ibang doktor ang dumarating. Hindi ko na ito kinuwestiyon pa. Ang malinaw lang: ayaw ni Daddy na madalas akong lumalabas—na para bang napakadelikado ng mundong ginagalawan ko. Lingid sa kaalaman niya, bahagi ako ng isang lihim na organisasyon—isang samahang kumikilos sa dilim para gumawa ng kabutihan. Mula nang matanggap ko ang imbitasyon, hindi na ako umatras. Madalas akong lumalabas tuwing gabi para sa mga misyon. Pagdating ng doktora, tinanong niya ako tungkol sa nararamdaman ko. Nanahimik ako, lalo na’t naroon si Daddy. H

Nagising si Kazmiyah sa malakas na katok sa pinto. Mabigat pa ang talukap ng mga mata niya, pero agad siyang bumangon. Tahimik ang paligid, maliban sa paulit-ulit na katok. Matigas, may halong banta. Gumapang sa dibdib niya ang malamig na pakiramdam na matagal na niyang hindi naramdaman. Hindi ito ordinaryong umaga. Pagbukas niya ng pinto, bumungad si Cyruz. Malinis pa rin ang suot nito, pero iba na ang presensya,malamig, matigas. Tila may pader sa pagitan nila. Ang mga matang dati’y puno ng tapang at init, ngayo’y parang nagyelo at sa lamig na iyon, may tumusok sa loob niya. May parte sa kanyang natatakot dito pero hindi niya iyon pinahalata. “Anong kailangan mo?” malamig niyang tanong, pilit pinapatatag ang boses. Galit pa rin siya. Pakiramdam niya, nakakulong ulit siya sa mundong hindi niya pinili. Anong alam niya tungkol sa buhay ko? Why did she even give herself to him? Anong mahikang meron sa lalaking ’to? Maybe she was too aggressive when she was drunk. Pero baki