All Chapters of WHEN DESIRE BECOMES A SIN : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Caleb’s POV Days turned into months, and time seemed to slip through my fingers so quickly. Ako ang naging karamay ng asawa ko sa lahat ng hirap na pinagdaanan niya mula sa unang araw ng paglilihi niya hanggang sa mga gabing halos hindi siya makatulog sa dahil sa likot ng batang nasa tiyan niya. Ako ang nag-aabot ng tubig kapag, ako ang umaalalay sa kanya tuwing nahihilo, at ako rin ang nakikinig sa bawat reklamo at takot na hindi niya masabi sa iba. Hanggang sa dumating din ang siyam na buwan ng aming paghihintay. Araw na ng panganganak ni Lyra. Habang hawak ko ang kamay niya sa loob ng delivery room, ramdam ko ang malamig na pawis sa palad niya. Mas lalo akong kinabahan. Sa totoo lang, gusto ko sanang ipilit na cesarean section na lang siya para hindi na siya mahirapan. “Baby, sigurado ka ba na ayaw mo ng cesarean section?” tanong ko, pilit tinatago ang kaba sa boses ko. Umiling siya. “Okay lang ako, Caleb. Kaya ko ’to. Nakaya ko nga ilabas si Liam noon ito pa k

Caleb’s POV Hindi ko namalayan kung gaano kabilis lumipas ang panahon. Parang kahapon lang, hawak-hawak ko sa kamay si Liam habang karga ko naman si Saphire na sanggol pa, umiiyak sa aking bisig. Ang liwanag ng hapon ay pumapasok sa bintana ng lumang bahay namin, bumabalot sa amin na tila nagbabadya ng isang mundong puno ng pangarap at pangako. Naalala ko pa kung paano ako natutong maging ama sa mga gabing walang tulugan. Si Liam, kahit maliit pa, ay may tapang na para bang alam niya ang bigat ng mundo. At si Saphire ang aming bunso palaging umiiyak, laging umaasa sa yakap ng kanyang mga magulang. Minsan, habang siya’y tulog sa aking bisig, naiisip ko: paano ko haharapin ang lahat ng hamon para sa kanila? Ngayon, sila na ang nakaupo sa harap ng malalaking mesa ng kompanya ko, nakasuot ng power suit, may kumpiyansa sa kilos at sa bawat salitang lumalabas sa kanilang bibig. Nakikita ko ang bawat galaw, bawat kumpas, at alam kong bawat isa sa kanila ay humuhugis ng sarili nilang mun

The first night in Rafael Del Fierro’s house had been deceptively calm. I had told myself I could survive a week here. After all, I was on a business trip to Baguio, mountains, pine-scented air, a few days away from Manila’s chaos. Nothing personal. Nothing emotional. And yet, the moment I stepped through the front door that afternoon, something in the air had shifted. The house wasn’t a vacation rental it was his. Expensive, controlled, impossibly perfect. And when I saw him on the terrace that night, standing like he owned the sky itself, the pull hit me like a shockwave. I told myself to forget it. Focus on the work. Focus on the meetings, the presentations, and the notes I had to prepare. Ignore him. But of course… that wasn’t going to happen. I was in the kitchen, arranging a small tray of late-night snacks I had brought for myself, when the door creaked behind me. My pulse spiked before I even turned. “Care to explain what you’re doing in my house… without my permission?”

SAPPHIRE POV I leaned against the balcony railing, staring at the mist curling around the pine trees. Baguio had its charm the soft fog, the scent of damp earth, the quiet that seemed almost sacred. For a moment, I allowed myself to breathe it in, letting the crisp mountain air fill my lungs. But the moment of calm was shattered the second I sensed him moving inside. Rafael Del Fierro didn’t need to announce himself. I could feel him before I even heard the faint scrape of shoes on polished floors, the subtle shift in air as he approached. I straightened, my fingers curling around the railing, gripping it like an anchor. I wasn’t ready for this. Not yet. Not when the tension between us hadn’t eased from breakfast. “Still enjoying the view?” His voice was low, smooth, teasing just enough to make my pulse spike. I didn’t look at him immediately. Instead, I focused on the fog, letting it obscure the city below. “Yes,” I said carefully, voice flat. “It’s… peaceful.” “You and peace… d

“Let go of me, Rafael Del Fierro,” I said, my tone icy, not betraying the storm raging inside me. He smirked, dangerously sharp. His grip on my waist tightened slightly, pressing me against the sink. I could feel the heat of him seeping into me, making my pulse spike against my will. “What would you do,” he whispered, dark and low, “if I didn’t let you go right now?” Before I could even think of a proper response, his lips collided with mine, claiming them with a sudden, aggressive intensity that stole my breath. My eyes widened, shock and a rush of heat flooding my system as my body instinctively stiffened. I tried to pull back, to push him away but his hands were already firm on my waist, holding me close, anchoring me in place. The force of the kiss left me reeling, my pulse hammering in my ears. It wasn’t gentle. Not even a little. His mouth moved over mine with possession and fire, demanding, and every nerve in my body screamed in protest and… something else. Something far