The Billionaire's Revenge Pact のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

CHAPTER 12: The Drunken Confession​Revenge is a dish best served cold. But apparently, watching your ex-husband’s life crumble while eating expensive sushi in a penthouse is also quite satisfying.​It had been three days since "The Loan Rejection."​Three days since I signed that paper with a red pen. And the effect was instantaneous.​Nakahiga ako sa sofa (yes, I conquered the sofa, Atticus stopped complaining about crumbs yesterday), scrolling through business news on my iPad.​HEADLINES:​Mercado Tech Shares Plummet by 40% After Loan Denial.​Investors Pull Out: Is This the End of Jason Mercado?​Board of Directors Call for Emergency Meeting: CEO Replacement Imminent?​"Grabe," bulong ko, popping a piece of spicy tun

 CHAPTER 14: The Golden Cage ​A penthouse is just a prison with a better view. ​I was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window of the living room, pressing my hand against the cold glass. Down below, BGC was alive. Cars were moving, people were walking to work, life was happening. ​Up here? It was dead silent. ​"Ma'am Tin," Kuya Rodel’s voice broke my trance. "Please step away from the window. Baka po may sniper or drone." ​Napairap ako. "Kuya Rodel, nasa Pilipinas tayo, wala sa Mission Impossible. Sniper talaga?" ​"Sir Atticus’s orders, Ma'am," Kuya Rodel replied apologetically. He was standing by the elevator, arms crossed, wearing a black suit that looked ready to burst from his muscles. "Strict lockdown po tayo for the next 48 hours."&n

CHAPTER 16: The Trojan Horse ​Three weeks. ​Three weeks of silence. Three weeks of "Yes, Sir" and "No, Sir." Three weeks of sleeping in separate rooms, riding in the same car but miles apart, and working in the same office without really seeing each other. ​It was exhausting. It was lonely. ​But god, it was productive. ​Nakatayo ako sa gitna ng bagong renovate na lobby ng Valderama Tower 1. Dati, mukha itong mausoleum—puro grey marble at masungit na guards. Ngayon? It was alive. ​May indoor vertical garden na umaabot hanggang second floor. May artisanal coffee bar sa gilid na pinipilahan ng mga hipsters. May co-working pods na gawa sa sustainable bamboo. The place smelled like roasted arabica and success. ​"Ma'am Tin," lumapit sa akin si Ms. Sol, may hawak na tablet. "The foot traffic increased by 200% since the soft opening last week. Three tech start-ups just signed a lease for the 15th floor because they loved the 'vibe'." ​Napangiti ako. "Good. Send the report to the Boar

CHAPTER 18: The Queen's Gambit​Waking up in Tagaytay was different from waking up in BGC.​Sa BGC, ang gigising sa'yo ay ang tunog ng construction at busina ng mga sasakyan. The air tasted metallic.​Dito sa Tagaytay, sa rest house ni Blake Montefalco, ang gigising sa'yo ay ang huni ng ibon at amoy ng pine trees. The air was crisp, cold, and clean.​Bumangon ako mula sa kama na mas malaki pa yata sa kwarto ko sa Sogo kagabi. The room was rustic luxury—exposed wooden beams, cream-colored linen sheets, and a private balcony overlooking Taal Lake.​It was paradise.​But it was still a cage. Just a prettier one.​"Gising na ang Sleeping Beauty."​Napalingon ako sa may pinto. Blake was leaning against the doorframe, holding a tray of breakfast. He was wearing casual clothes—a li

CHAPTER 20: The Boardroom Bloodbath​The boardroom of Valderama Tower usually smelled of stale coffee and old men’s cologne. Today, it smelled of blood in the water.​Atticus sat at the head of the long mahogany table. He was perfectly still. His face was a mask of indifference, though his knuckles were white as he gripped the armrests of his chair.​Opposite him sat Mr. Tan, looking smug. Beside Tan was Mr. Chua—Nyx’s father—who refused to make eye contact.​"The numbers don't lie, Atticus," Mr. Tan announced, pointing at the projection screen. "Stock value is down 12%. Public trust is at an all-time low. And your wife... well, your wife is currently working for our biggest competitor."​Nagbulungan ang ibang board members.​"This is a conflict of interest," Mr. Tan continued, standing up for dramatic e