All Chapters of The Billionaire's Revenge Pact: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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CHAPTER 11: The Mrs. Valderama Era

CHAPTER 11: The Mrs. Valderama EraWaking up next to a billionaire is a dangerous game.The first thing I noticed was the heavy weight on my waist. Mabigat. Mainit. At gumagalaw kasabay ng paghinga ko.Dahan-dahan kong iminulat ang mata ko. The sunlight was streaming through the sheer curtains of the hotel suite, bathing the room in a soft, golden glow.And there he was.Atticus Valderama was asleep inches away from my face.Gone was the terrifying CEO who could fire people with a single glance. In his sleep, he looked... peaceful. Younger. His dark lashes fanned against his cheekbones, and his lips were slightly parted. His hair, usually styled to perfection with expensive pomade, was now a messy, fluffy halo around his head.And his arm? His very muscular, very heavy arm was draped possessively over my stomach, pinning me to the bed.Napalunok ako. Rule #5: Separate Rooms.A

CHAPTER 12: The Drunken Confession

CHAPTER 12: The Drunken ConfessionRevenge 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 13: The Vipers in the Garden

CHAPTER 13: The Vipers in the GardenIf there is one thing I learned about rich people, it’s that they love charity events. Not because they are charitable, but because they love outbidding each other to prove whose bank account is bigger.Tonight was the Altavista Annual Charity Auction.Nakatayo ako sa harap ng salamin sa penthouse, adjusting the strap of my emerald green silk gown. Unlike the wedding gown, this one was slinky, backless, and dangerous."Rule #45 of High Society," Atticus announced, walking into the room while fixing his cufflinks. "Never trust a Montefalco."Tumingin ako sa kanya sa reflection ng salamin. He looked dashing as always in a midnight blue tuxedo, but his face was serious. Tense."Montefalco?" tanong ko. "Sino 'yon? New character unlock?""Blake Montefalco," Atticus said the

CHAPTER 14: The Golden Cage

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 15: Malicious Compliance

CHAPTER 15: Malicious Compliance The morning sun hit the dining table of the penthouse, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Dati, amoy sunog na toast o kaya sinigang ang kitchen tuwing umaga. Dati, maingay—may kaluskos ng kutsara, huni ng coffee machine, at yung off-key kong pagkanta habang nagluluto. Pero ngayon? Tahimik. Daig pa ang sementeryo. Lumabas ako ng kwarto fully dressed. Wala na ‘yung flowy dresses at soft curls na gusto ni Madame Leona. Today, I wore a sharp, charcoal-grey pencil skirt, a stiff white button-down shirt tucked in perfectly, and black stilettos that could puncture a lung. Ang buhok ko, naka-pusod nang mahigpit—yung tipong banat na banat ang mukha ko para walang makitang emosyon. No makeup to hide the redness of my eyes. Just ha

CHAPTER 16: The Trojan Horse

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 17: The Enemy of My Enemy

CHAPTER 17: The Enemy of My EnemyManila looks different when you're crying in the back of a Toyota Vios.When I was in Atticus's limousine, the city looked sparkling. The lights of EDSA looked like stars. The rain looked romantic.Now? Inside this Grab car that smelled of lemon air freshener and cigarette smoke, Manila looked ugly. The lights were blurry. The rain was just mud."Ma'am, sigurado po ba kayo dito?" tanong ni Manong Driver, looking at me through the rearview mirror with concern.Tumingin ako sa labas. We were parked in front of Hotel Sogo in Pasay. The red and white neon sign buzzed ominously. Not exactly the Shangri-La. Not exactly a place for a billionaire's wife.But I wasn't a billionaire's wife tonight. I was a suspended employee with frozen bank accounts and a bruised ego.

CHAPTER 18: The Queen's Gambit

CHAPTER 18: The Queen's GambitWaking 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 19: The Counter-Attack

CHAPTER 19: The Counter-AttackOne Month Later.They say revenge is loud. Explosions, screaming, slapping. But real revenge? Real revenge is seeing your face on a billboard EDSA while your ex-husband (and your estranged billionaire husband) are stuck in traffic looking at it."Ang ganda mo dyan, Ma'am Tin!" tili ni Claire, my new assistant at Montefalco Prime.Nasa conference room kami sa QC. On the giant screen was the final mock-up of our campaign.It was bold. It was colorful. It was everything Valderama Holdings wasn't.The billboard showed a diverse group of young professionals working in a sun-drenched, open-air garden office. They were laughing, drinking artisanal coffee, and petting a Golden Retriever.The tagline was simple, written in neon script:

CHAPTER 20: The Boardroom Bloodbath

CHAPTER 20: The Boardroom BloodbathThe 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

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