The bedroom was shrouded in shadows, illuminated only by the dim, golden glow of the bedside lamp. Outside, the rain was pouring heavily against the glass windows of the Villareal Mansion, but inside, the air was suffocatingly thick—heavy with the scent of expensive bourbon and an undeniable, dangerous tension. Elena’s hands were trembling as she dipped the small towel into the basin of warm water. She looked down at the man sprawled on the king-sized bed. Zachary Villareal. The cold, ruthless, and untouchable CEO. Tonight, his tie was undone, his white button-down shirt half-unbuttoned, exposing the hard planes of his chest. She carefully wiped the sweat from his temple. Her breath hitched when Zachary suddenly groaned, his dark eyes snapping open—burning with an intense, dangerous fire. Before she could pull away, his large, calloused hand shot out, gripping her wrist with bruising force. "Z-Zachary... Sir," Elena gasped. " Pinupunasan ko lang po kayo." "Stop," Zachary growled,
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