All Chapters of A Secretary Affair: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Nanigas silang lahat. Walang nakagalaw, walang nakapagsalita. Ang taong nagturo sa kanila magbasa ng mga sinaunang marka, ang nagbigay ng mapa, ang nagsabing siya ang mag-aakay sa kanila hanggang dulo, siya pala ang naghihintay lang na maging handa ang lahat para sa kanya. “You were never part of us” Trev said, his voice low and trembling with rage. “You were just waiting for Lola Mila to finish her part. Waiting for me to wake this power so you could take it.” The man shook his head slowly, a look of pity on his face that hurt more than any blow. “You think you are the first chosen? Do you think this is about being good or being brave? It is about being ready to do what needs to be done. Lola Mila was too soft. She thought she could tame it. But I know what this power is meant for.” Lia stepped forward, her hand tight on her

Ang boses ay hindi galing sa langit, hindi galing sa lupa. Ito ay galing mismo sa loob ng espada, malambot ngunit tumatagos sa buto, parang tinig ng lahat ng mga ninuno na nag-alaga rito sa loob ng libo-libong taon.Lola Mila napatigil, ang mga kadena sa kanyang palad ay nagsimulang manginig at kumupas. “Hindi maaari… sarado na ang mga pintuan. Walang makakausap sa kanila kundi ako.”The words on Clint’s book blazed brighter, burning themselves into the air so everyone could see. Trev felt the blade hum against his grip, no longer pulling or fighting, but inviting him deeper. He stepped forward, keeping his hand outstretched toward her, not as an enemy but as family.“Alam ko kung gaano kabigat ang dala mo Lola,” he said, his voice steady even when his throat tightened. “Alam ko kung gaano karami ang nawala sa iyo. Pero ang paghawak mo sa lahat ng kontrol… hindi iyon magbabalik sa kanila. You are

Walang gumalaw. Walang nagsalita. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath, as if the whole land was waiting for the answer that would decide its fate. Trev stared up at the Nilamon, then down at the chasm that yawned like a wound between him and everyone he held dear. On one side his father, Lola Mila, Clint, Sheara, Lia every person who had stood by him when no one else would. On the other, his mother, trembling on the edge of the broken shrine, her eyes finally clear, finally seeing him after all these years. “Anak huwag!” his father shouted, voice cracking over the roar of rising shadows. “Huwag mong isakripisyo ang lahat para sa akin!” “Trev listen to me!” Clint yelled, flipping through pages so fast his fingers blurred. “The choice isn’t either or! The scroll said the Keeper’s greatest strength isn’t picking one thing over another it’s carrying everything all at once!” But the Nilamon shifted, and the ground shook harder. Cracked stones rained down from the shrine a

Walang nagsalita habang bumababa sila mula sa lumang dambana. The sky was still heavy and bruised, but the rain held off, as if even the weather was waiting for the next blow. Trev walked at the back of the group, his steps slow, his hand rubbing the empty spot on his wrist where the mark used to be. It did not hurt anymore, but it felt like a piece of him had been carved out and left behind. Clint kept glancing at him, his usual eagerness replaced by quiet worry. “We cannot stay here,” he said softly when they reached the edge of the treeline. “Hindi pa tayo handa. Kinuha nito ang pinakamahalagang sandata natin nang hindi natin namamalayan. Kung susugod tayo nang walang plano… tiyak na tatalunin tayo nito.” “Paano tayo maghahanda kung hindi natin alam kung ano ang susunod nitong gagawin?” Mang Karding asked, his grip tight on his bolo. “It took

The third chime hung in the air like smoke, sharp and clear before fading into the quiet of the mountain. Clint gripped his scroll tight, the edge digging into his palm, and glanced at the man who had once been their enemy. He looked no different than before, but his stance was lighter now, like a weight he had carried for a lifetime had finally slipped off his shoulders. "They know the old rules are broken," he said quietly. "Hindi na nila kontrolado ang kwento. And that scares them more than any fight." Trev shifted his weight, the mark on his wrist pulsing soft gold. "Who are they? You spoke of a pact, of people who started all this. Pero hanggang ngayon, pangalan lang ang alam namin." The man looked toward the mist where the bell had rung, his jaw tightening. "You may call them the Keepers. They were the ones who asked me to guard this place. They believed that pain