Under His Care의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 18

Ang malamig na hangin ng palengke ay tila huminto, ngunit ang mabilis na tibok ng puso nina Percy at Celle ang pumalit sa katahimikan. The adrenaline of the kiss was still pulsing through their veins, leaving an electric aftertaste of coffee, expensive cologne, and years of unspoken tension.Celle stepped back, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Ipinasok niya ang kanyang mga nanginginig na kamay sa bulsa ng kanyang jacket para itago ang pangangatog nito. She looked at Percy—the perfect, untouchable heir of the Montefalco Group—now standing under the dim market light with messy hair and swollen lips."You shouldn't have done that," Celle whispered, though there was no real anger in her voice. Just fear. Fear of how easily she had succumbed to him."But I did," Percy replied, his voice deep and steady, though his eyes betrayed his own processing of what just happened. "And you didn't stop me."Kinabukasan ay nagkita muli sina Percy at Jocelle.Ang reyalidad ng kanilang kasunduan a

Ang unang gabi ni Percy sa labas ng mansyon ay hindi naging madali. He traded his king-sized bed for a folding cot inside the market’s cooperative office. The air smelled of dried fish, fresh produce, and old cardboard, a far cry from the lavender and mahogany scent of his old life. Yet, as he watched Celle sleep soundly on a plastic chair nearby—exhausted from organizing the night watch—he had never slept more peacefully.But the peace didn’t last long.By 8:00 AM, the corporate empire struck back.Celle was woken up by the loud honking of a sleek, black sedan parked right outside the market gates. A man in a tailored suit stepped out—not Don Alfonso, but his ruthless corporate lawyer, Atty. Rivera.Percy stepped forward, shielding Celle behind him. "Rivera. Anong ginagawa mo rito?"Atty. Rivera smirked, handing Percy a thick envelope. "Formal notice from your father, Percy. All your bank accounts have been frozen. Your corporate credit cards are deactivated. Even the car you left at

The private elevator ascended in suffocating silence. Ang bawat palapag na nadadaanan ng indicator light ay tila tibok ng puso ni Percy—mabilis, matatag, at determinadong marating ang tuktok.When the elevator chimed at the 26h floor, the executive penthouse, the doors slid open to reveal the opulent, minimalist hallway of the Montefalco Group. It was eerily quiet. Ang mararahas na sigaw ng hustisya mula sa rali sa ibaba ay bahagya lamang naririnig bilang isang mahinang ugong sa likod ng makakapal at soundproof na salamin.Percy stepped out, his boots clicking softly against the Italian marble. His eyes scanned the corridors. His father’s secretary was gone, likely glued to the windows overlooking the protest or swept up in the chaos downstairs.He reached the heavy mahogany doors of Don Alfonso’s private office. Holding his breath, Percy pressed his thumb against the biometric scanner.Access Denied.A cold sweat broke out on his neck. "Of course," he muttered to himself. Kinuha niya

Ang liwanag ng umaga ay sumunod sa tindi ng nagdaang gabi, filtering through the thin curtains of Celle’s apartment like a golden blade. Percy woke up first, his arm still wrapped possessively around her waist. Looking at her sleeping face, the reality of what he had abandoned—the glass towers, the boardrooms, the billions—didn't even cross his mind.He had traded a kingdom for this tiny room, and he would do it again in a heartbeat.When Celle’s eyes fluttered open, she didn't find the heavy silence of aftermath. She found Percy looking at her with a soft, dangerously addictive smile."Good morning," Percy , his voice husky from sleep. He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead, then her nose, and finally her lips—softly this time, a stark contrast to the feral hunger of the night before."Umaga na pala," Celle whispered, stretching her aching body. Every muscle reminded her of how completely he had claimed her. Sa kanya pa rin ang buong katawan niya. "I still can't belie