The Billionaire's Revenge Pact のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

CHAPTER 41: The Art of War​The Next Morning.​"I have a fever," Art announced.​Nakahiga siya sa kama niya, balot na balot ng kumot hanggang leeg. Only his eyes were visible.​"Wala kang lagnat, Art," sabi ko sabay hipo sa noo niya. "Your temperature is 36.5. Normal."​"It's an internal fever," katwiran ni Art. "My soul is hot."​Natawa ako pero pinigilan ko. "Anak, ayaw mo lang pumasok kasi andun si Julian, 'no?"​Art didn't answer. He just pulled the blanket higher.​Pumasok si Atticus sa kwarto. Naka-suit na siya, ready for war (or a board meeting).​"Status report?" tanong niya.​"Ayaw pumasok," bulong ko. "Takot sa bully."​Atticus straightened his tie. His eyes flashed with that familiar CEO ruthlessn

CHAPTER 43: The Field Trip​Friday. The National Museum of Fine Arts.​"Remember the buddy system," Atticus reminded the twins at the breakfast table.​He wasn't looking at them. He was looking at his iPad, monitoring the server migration. The cyberattack from earlier in the week had morphed into a persistent siege. Valderama Holdings was bleeding data, and he was trying to stitch the wound.​"Art, you stick to Solene," Atticus continued, swiping on his screen. "Solene, you stick to Art. GPS watches on at all times. If the signal drops, I will know in 10 seconds."​"Yes, Daddy," Solene muttered. She was stabbing her pancake again.​She and Art were still on a "Cold War." Since the pushing incident, they hadn't spoken. They slept in the same room, but they built a wall of pillows between their beds.

CHAPTER 45: The Underground​Tondo, Manila. 1:00 AM.​The rain in BGC was polite; it misted against glass windows. The rain here in the Port Area was angry. It smelled of rust, diesel, and dead fish.​"Pakisuot 'to," abot ni Blake ng isang itim na hoodie kay Atticus. "And lose the Rolex. Kapag nakita nila 'yan, hihiwain nila ang braso mo bago mo pa mahubad."​Tinanggal ni Atticus ang relo niya at binulsa. Sinuot niya ang hoodie over his expensive button-down shirt.​"Saan tayo pupunta?" tanong ni Atticus, scanning the dark alleyway. Puno ng putik ang daan. May mga nakaparadang truck na walang ilaw. Sa di kalayuan, rinig ang karaoke na sintunado at tahol ng mga aso.​"To see Ka Dante," sagot ni Blake, checking his own burner phone. "He runs the smuggling ring sa Pier 16. Kung may pumasok na high

CHAPTER 47: The Rescue ​Nasugbu, Batangas. 11:45 PM. ​The private resort was perched on a cliff overlooking the West Philippine Sea. It was secluded, expensive, and dark. ​Namumuo na ang bagyo. The waves crashed violently against the rocks below, masking the sound of two black SUVs approaching the perimeter. ​"Ito na 'yon," bulong ni Blake, checking his thermal scope. "Blue roof. Tatlong guards sa labas. Dalawa sa loob. At... may isang maliit. Mabilis gumalaw." ​Atticus sat in the passenger seat, gripping a stun baton (ayaw pa rin niya ng baril). ​"Si Art 'yan," sabi ni Atticus, his eyes glued to the screen. "Nililipat nila siya. They're trying to get to the boat." ​"Pasukin na natin," sabi ni Kuya Ben mula sa likod. "Team Alpha, kunin niyo yung guards. Team Bravo, secure the dock." ​"Ako ang kukuha kay Nyx," deklarasyon ni Atticus. ​"Atticus, wag kang tanga," babala ni Blake. "She's armed. Ikaw wala." ​"I don't need a gun," Atticus said, his voice cold. "Kailangan ko lang

CHAPTER 49: The New Normal​Ten Years Later. (The Twins are 17 Years Old).​The Valderama Penthouse was still luxurious, but it smelled different. Dati, amoy baby powder at gatas. Ngayon, amoy mamahaling kape at acrylic paint.​"Breakfast meeting called to order," Atticus announced, banging a spatula on the kitchen island.​Atticus Valderama, now 45, looked even better with age. A few strands of silver in his hair, laugh lines around his eyes, and currently wearing an apron that said 'The Grillfather'.​"Dad, I'm late," Solene grumbled, marching into the kitchen.​Solene Valderama was a force of nature. At 17, she was the spitting image of Atticus—sharp eyes, perfect posture, and a terrifying aura of authority. She was the Student Council President of Brent International.​"Late is a mindset," Atticus countered, sliding a plate of eggs benedict in front of her. "Eat. You need protein for your debate."​"It's not a debate, Dad. It's a budget hearing for the Prom," Solene corrected, che