The Billionaire's Revenge Pact のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

 CHAPTER 21: The Billionaire Ate Isaw ​"You are wearing... that?" ​Nakatayo ako sa may pinto ng penthouse, nakapamewang. It was 7:00 PM on a Friday. ​Atticus stood in the living room, looking proud of himself. He was wearing a navy blue Ralph Lauren polo shirt (tucked in), beige chinos, and loafers that probably cost more than my college tuition. ​"What?" he asked, looking down at his outfit. "You said 'casual'. This is casual." ​"Atticus," I sighed, walking over to him. "That is 'Country Club Casual'. We are going to a Night Market. Madudumihan ka. Papawisan ka. At higit sa lahat, mananakawan ka ng cellphone kung mukha kang ATM machine na naglalakad." ​"I have security," he argued. ​"No security," I reminded him. "Rule #3. Just

CHAPTER 23: The Calm Before the Storm​Sunday mornings in the Valderama Penthouse used to be silent. Dati, gigising si Atticus, magbabasa ng news sa iPad niya, magkakape, at hindi iimik hanggang lunch.​Pero ngayon? The penthouse sounded like a cooking show gone wrong.​"Celestina! The vegetable is fighting back!"​Napatawa ako habang nagbabasa ng libro sa sofa. "Anong vegetable?"​"This..." Atticus held up a piece of gabi (taro) with a pair of tongs. He looked at it with pure betrayal. "It's slimy. And it's making my hands itch. Is this chemical warfare?"​"It's called preparing Sinigang, babe," I stood up and walked to the kitchen. "Yan ang commitment. Sabi mo sa deal, you cook on Sundays."​Atticus sighed, wiping his hands on a custom-made apron that said 'The Boss' (regalo ko nung mont

CHAPTER 25: The Will​The Valderama Library was the same room where Lolo Fernando died.​They had cleaned it up. The overturned chair was upright. The carpet was shampooed to remove the traces of the paramedics' muddy boots. But the air still felt heavy. Heavy with ghosts. Heavy with judgment.​Nakataupo kami ni Atticus sa mahabang mesa. Just the two of us... and the empty chair at the head of the table where Lolo used to sit.​Atticus was silent. He was staring at his hands, twisting his wedding ring. Since the funeral, he had been functioning on autopilot. He showered, he dressed, he signed papers. But the light in his eyes was gone. He was convinced he had lost his grandfather's love in those final moments.​"Ready ka na?" I whispered, placing my hand over his.​He flinched slightly, then nodded. "Let's get this over with. I

CHAPTER 27: The Prodigal Mother ​Bad news travels faster than a private plane. ​By the time we landed in Manila, the video was already viral. ​"Sir, Ma'am," Kuya Rodel met us at the private hangar, looking grim. He held out an iPad. "Trending po ito sa Facebook ngayon. 5 million views in two hours." ​Kinuha ni Atticus ang iPad. Sumilip ako. ​It was a Facebook Live video from a page called "Sumbungan ng Bayan." ​On the screen sat a woman I barely recognized. She looked older, haggard, wearing worn-out clothes that looked strategically chosen for pity. Beside her was a younger woman—maybe around 20—who was wiping fake tears, though I noticed her nails were freshly manicured. 

CHAPTER 29: The Scandal​They say a picture is worth a thousand words. But a video? A video can destroy a billion-peso empire in seconds.​It was a Tuesday morning. The kind of Tuesday that felt deceptively normal.​I was at my office in Montefalco Prime, reviewing the blueprints for the new QC mall. My phone was buzzing with the usual notifications—emails, Slack messages, updates from the construction site.​Then, the notifications changed.​Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding.​It became a continuous, frantic vibration. My phone was blowing up.​"Ma'am Tin?" Claire burst into my office. She didn't knock. Her face was pale, her eyes wide with terror. "Ma'am... trending po kayo. Worldwide."​"Anong trending? Did 'The Hive' launch early?" I asked, still smiling, reaching for my coffee.