All Chapters of The Billionaire's Revenge Pact: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

If there was an award for the "Martyr Wife of the Year," or maybe "Clumsiest Ninja in Asia," I would probably be the undisputed champion.I stood in front of the towering mahogany door of Room 305, trying to calm the erratic beating of my heart. Dug-dug. Dug-dug. Parang gusto nitong tumalon palabas ng ribcage ko at mag-breakdance sa hallway."Okay, Celestina. Tin. Relax," I whispered to myself, wiping my sweaty palms on my trench coat. "Hingang malalim. Inhale, exhale. Don't faint. Sayang ang makeup."I looked ridiculous. I knew it. Nasa loob ako ng Grand Horizon Hotel—one of the most expensive and exclusive hotels in Manila, where the air smelled like money and the floors were probably cleaner than my entire existence—and yet, here I was, dressed like a spy from a low-budget movie. I was wearing a beige trench coat over my best red dress, oversized sunglasses that covered half my face, and a silk scarf wrapped around my head.Bakit? Because I was on a mission. A Mission of Love.Toda

They say the truth will set you free. But first, it will piss you off.Nakaupo ako sa dining chair, staring at the cold bowl of sinigang I cooked yesterday afternoon. The soup had solidified into a greasy, orange mess. Parang utak ko. Sabaw.It was 7:00 AM. Hindi ako natulog. Not even a wink.My eyes felt like sandpaper. My body ached from curling up on the sofa waiting for a husband who was busy warming another woman’s bed.Ang tanga mo, Tin, I told myself for the hundredth time.Beside the bowl of sinigang was the smashed cake box. Beside that was the Rolex. I stared at the expensive watch. Three hundred thousand pesos. That was my entire savings account. That was supposed to be for our future baby, or a down payment for a car that didn't break down every Tuesday.Pero anong ginawa ko? Binili ko ng relo para sa lalaking tinawag akong "convenient."Suddenly, the front door clicked.My spine straightened. Instinctively, I wanted to run to him, ask him if he was okay, ask him if he had

"Beauty is pain," sabi nila. Pero mali sila. Beauty is expensive. And terrifying. And apparently, it involves a woman named Madame Leona pulling my hair so tight I could feel my brain stretching."Chin up, darling! Don't slouch!" Madame Leona barked, slapping my shoulder lightly.Nasa loob kami ng isang private dressing room sa penthouse ni Atticus. It had been three days since "The Deal." Three days of spa treatments, dental cleaning (masakit, bes), waxing sessions (sobrang sakit, bes), and walking lessons (bakit kailangan mag-aral maglakad?!).Atticus wasn't kidding about the transformation. He didn't just want me to look rich; he wanted me to look untouchable."We are done," Madame Leona announced, stepping back to admire her work.I slowly opened my eyes and looked at the full-length mirror.Napatakip ako sa bibig ko.The woman staring back at me wasn't Tin. She wasn't the housewife who wore loose t-shirts and messy buns. She wasn't the girl who cried in a 7-Eleven.She was... bre

CHAPTER 7: Operation: Bahay-Bahayan   ​Living with Atticus Valderama was like living inside an Apple Store.   ​Everything was white, gray, or glass. Everything was sleek. And most importantly, everything was silent.   ​Bawal ang kalat. Bawal ang maingay. Bawal huminga nang malakas (joke lang ‘yung last part, pero feeling ko malapit na ring isama sa rules).   ​It had been twenty-four hours since I moved in. And I was already losing my mind.   ​"Ano ba namang buhay 'to," bulong ko sa sarili ko habang nakahiga sa sofa ng living room. "Mayaman nga, bawal naman kumain ng Chippy sa co