บททั้งหมดของ A Night with my Mother's Trillionaire CEO Live-In Partner: บทที่ 171 - บทที่ 180

[Ang Pagitan ng Panaginip at Gising]Ang katahimikan sa loob ng "Sector 4"—isang liblib at abandonadong bahagi ng malawak na Villa Eden estate—ay tila isang mabigat na kumot na sumasakal kay Lia. Wala nang mga holographic display, wala nang mga artificial na boses. Ang tanging naririnig niya ay ang sarili niyang mabilis na paghinga at ang mahinang lagaslas ng tubig mula sa isang lumang therapeutic pool sa gitna ng silid.Sa loob ng limang taon, naniwala si Lia na si Rafael ay naging bahagi na ng isang "sistema" na hindi niya maabot. Ngunit habang tinititigan niya ang lalaking nakahiga sa loob ng glass-walled recovery suite, napagtanto niya ang katotohanan. Hindi ito teknolohiya. Ito ay isang pagtatago."Rafael..." ang tawag niya, halos pabulong. Ang kanyang boses ay nanginginig sa pagitan ng galit at pangungulila.Ang lalaki sa loob ng silid ay dahan-dahang nagmulat ng mata. Ang kanyang mga mata, na dati ay puno ng talino at determinasyon, ay tila mga basag na salamin ngayon. Ito ang "

[The Ink of Destiny]The rain was no longer a cleansing shower; it had turned into a relentless downpour that blurred the lines between the sky and the earth. In the backseat of a stolen, rusted sedan they had found abandoned at the edge of the Villa Eden estate, Lia held Rafael’s head in her lap. His skin was deathly pale, his breathing shallow, yet his hand remained anchored to hers, his fingers interlaced with a desperation that spoke of five years of starvation for her touch.Lia’s hands trembled as she reached for the damp yellow envelope. The paper was translucent from the water, clinging to the contents like a second skin. When she pulled the photograph out, her heart didn’t just skip a beat—it stopped.It was a Polaroid, faded at the edges with the sepia tint of the late nineties. In it, her mother, Elena, was laughing, her hair caught in a breeze. Beside her stood a young boy—no more than seven or eight years old—with the unmistakable, hauntingly intense eyes of Rafael. They

[The Silver Matriarch]Ang hangin sa gilid ng highway ay kasing lamig ng yelo, pero mas malamig ang titig ng babaeng nasa harap nila. She looked like a ghost from a past Lia barely remembered. Her mother’s eyes, her mother’s high cheekbones, but hardened by decades of shadows and secrets."Get in," the woman repeated. Ang boses niya ay parang kalansing ng pilak—malinis pero may talim. "I don't have all day to explain the family tree while my brother-in-law’s hounds are sniffing your trail."Rafael pulled Lia closer to him, his hand gripping the small of her back. He was tense, a wounded predator ready to strike. "Elena Blackwood," he said, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "Sabi nila, matagal ka nang patay.""Sabi rin nila, baliw ka na at hindi na makakaalala, Rafael Valerius," Elena countered, a small, cynical smile touching her lips. "It seems we both enjoy disappointing the public."Lia felt the world spinning. "Tita Elena?" she whispered. "My mother... she never told me.""Your m

[The Gala of Ghosts]Ang malamig na liwanag mula sa screen ng cellphone ni Lia ay tila nanunuot sa kanyang balat. The image of Marcus, standing amidst the shattered glass of her mother’s beloved greenhouse, felt like a violation. In his hand, the detonator looked like a toy, but the malice in his eyes was real."I know about the rings, Lia," Marcus whispered in the video. "Let’s see how long you can stay 'Unified' when the building starts to scream."Lia felt her breath hitch. Ang greenhouse na iyon ang huling alaala ng kanyang ina—ang tanging lugar kung saan hindi siya kontrolado ng kanyang ama. And now, it was rigged to blow.Rafael’s hand clamped over hers, his fingers strong and grounding. He didn't need to see the screen to know something was wrong. "Lia, tingin ka sa akin," he commanded, his voice a low rumble that cut through her rising panic.She looked up. His eyes were like dark obsidian, hard but filled with a protective fire. "He’s trying to break you before we even step o

[Ang Bigat ng Korona]Ang dagundong ay hindi nanggaling sa labas; nanggaling ito sa mismong kailaliman ng kanilang kinatatayuan. Ang Sky-Tower, isang monumento ng kasakiman ng korporasyon at arkitektural na kayabangan, ay humihikbi sa ilalim ng bigat ng sabotahe ni Marcus. Bumagsak ang alikabok mula sa puting obsidian na kisame, binalot ang suot na midnight-blue gown ni Lia ng isang manipis at abong sapot."Handa na ang virus," ang boses mula sa holographic terminal ng kanyang ama ay umalingawngaw, nakakapangilabot ang kalmado nito sa gitna ng kaguluhan. "Ngunit kailangan natin ng dahilan upang 'iligtas' sila. Kailangan natin ng isang malaking sakuna."Nanatiling nakatayo si Lia, tila naging estatwa. Ang lalaking tinawag niyang 'Ama' sa loob ng dalawampu't apat na taon ay hindi lamang pala isang malamig na negosyante; isa siyang mamamatay-tao. At ang ama ni Rafael—ang lalaking iginugol ni Rafael ang maraming taon upang linisin ang pangalan—ay kasabwat nito."Lia! Hindi ngayon ang oras