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Marimar Oquendo’s Point of View“You okay, Marimar? Is the AC too cold?”I forced a smile at Bentong’s question. “I’m fine, Kuya—thank you so much for lending me this jacket.” I glanced toward the driver’s seat as I spoke.He laughed. “No problem at all, sweetheart. I just bought it at a thrift store earlier—looks good on you, right? Sir seems to be sound asleep… guess all that running wore him out.”I chuckled back, pulling the jacket tighter around my body to cover my chest.“Yes, it’s beautiful! Don’t worry, Kuya Bentong—I’ll wash it for you!”“Alright then, get some rest too. Traffic’s gonna be heavy for a while.”I nodded and smiled, turning to look out the window. I bit my lower lip, my heart pounding so hard it felt like a tiger was chasing me. I’d already prayed to every saint, prophet, and divine being I could think of—all because Levi’s hand was firmly on my chest, squeezing gently as we spoke!He was leaning against me, his eyes closed—but his fingers never stopped moving.

Marimar Oquendo’s Point of View “Oh! Oh—that one, nanny! I want that.” I nodded along as I looked at the toy Levi was pointing to. I held his iPad in my hands, scrolling through an online shop to pick out whatever he wanted to buy. We were sitting on the floor, leaning against the foot of my bed. The AC was cranked up high enough that we didn’t feel warm even with our bodies pressed close together. Yes—I have AC in my room. How fancy is that? Sometimes I forget I’m just a nanny here at the mansion, because the perks are incredible. Even the other staff get great pay—we’re so lucky to work at the Streeter Residence. My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I saw the price tag on the toy he wanted. Good grief—a Cocomelon plush about the size of my head, and it costs over five hundred pesos! I turned to say something, but the joy and sparkle in his eyes made me bite my tongue. I went ahead and placed the order. After all, it’s his brot

Marimar Oquendo’s Point of View “W-Wait—step back from me for a minute.” My heart thundered against my ribs. Good grief—I wasn’t ready to touch, let alone take in, another “jumbo hotdog.” The trauma—or rather, the fear—was still raw. It hurt last time! Levi released me and stepped away. I swallowed hard as my gaze drifted down to the space between his legs. And wow—his length practically seemed to greet me: “Hi Nanny! Levi Junior’s awake and ready.” “Nanny, help!” Levi said, his eyes wide with need. I ran a hand over my head before shutting off the shower—surely the cold water was what roused him like this. The temperature in here was freezing, after all. “Why are you even in here, Levi? Didn’t I tell you you could shower tomorrow?” I asked. He pouted at me, playing cute. And fine—yes, it worked like a charm. “I’m scared, Nanny. I need to shower—I feel hot all over!” He said, waving his hands a

Marimar Oquendo’s Point of ViewThe pharmacy door pushed back against my palm with a soft whoosh of cooled air—chlorine and cheap candy hitting my nose all at once. My mouth pulled into a scowl that felt carved into my face, and I kept my eyes forward as two men trailed behind me. One was laughing, loud and careless as a kid let loose from school; the other moved like a shadow with teeth, quiet but sharp-edged in his amusement.What sin had I tucked away somewhere, that God would drop this on me? I’d asked for a sign—anything to point me forward—and got this: a job that presses me flat as pavement under sky. My shoulders slumped so low they’d nearly touched my ribs, my brow knotted tight. I could feel eyes on us as we passed, hear the murmur of voices…“Christ alive—look at him. Single, you think?”“Hot damn. Wonder how big his… sword is?”Them. Not me. I might as well have been made of glass, for all the notice anyone paid.And who could blame them? The pair moved like they owned the

WARNING: This chapter contains sensitive content. Reader discretion is advised.Marimar Oquendo’s POVNearly half an hour bled away before I could force my body to move. I went through the motions, prioritizing Levi’s needs over my own.The first aid kit I’d impulsively bought at the pharmacy during our last outing—a purchase I’d made on a whim—suddenly felt like the most vital thing in the room. I never imagined I’d be using it under such harrowing circumstances.I bit my lower lip hard as I limped back toward the bed. My cheek stung, and a sharp, throbbing heat radiated from my foot. I prayed no glass shards were still embedded deep in the flesh; the thought of having to dig them out made my stomach churn. Please, Lord, don’t let me faint now.My hands shook violently as I set the kit down. Levi was covered in blood, and the sight of it sent a fresh wave of panic through me. I was terrified the loss of blood would lead to something irreversible. Even though he was right in front of