LOGINMich's POV
Mahina kong ibinaba ang maleta sa gilid ng airport chair habang nakatitig sa malaking salamin sa harapan ko. Sa likod noon ay ang runway na nababalot ng dilim at ilaw mula sa mga eroplanong paalis at paparating. People come and go. Parang lahat may pupuntahan. May babalikan. Samantalang ako? Hindi ko alam kung ano ba talaga ang inuuwian ko. I tightened my grip on my boarding pass before closing my eyes for a second. Hanggang ngayon, ramdam ko pa rin ang pamamaga ng mata ko mula sa pag-iyak kagabi. Kahit anong retouch ko ng makeup kanina bago umalis ng apartment, halata pa rin ang pagod sa mukha ko. Hindi ko alam kung paano ko nagawang tapusin ang shift ko matapos ang nangyari kahapon sa restaurant. Hindi ko rin alam kung paano ko nagawang harapin ang mga katrabaho kong pilit akong tinatanong kung ayos lang ba ako. Because honestly? Hindi ko alam kung ayos pa ba ako. Everything happened too fast. One moment, I was carrying wine glasses and smiling professionally at customers. The next thing I knew, I was standing in front of Adrian while another woman held his arm like she already owned him. At siguro iyon ang pinakamasakit. Hindi iyong may iba siya. Kundi iyong parang wala lang sa kaniya habang nakatingin akong unti-unting nadudurog sa harapan niya. I let out a shaky breath. Nanginig ang cellphone ko sa kamay ko dahilan para mapakurap ako. Isang notification mula kay Kyra Santos ang lumabas sa screen. Kyra: Nasa airport ka na? Napakagat ako sa labi bago nagreply. Me: Yeah. Waiting na lang. Mabilis iyong nagseen. Maya-maya ay tumawag siya. I answered it after a few rings. “Hoy, buhay ka pa?” bungad agad niya. Napatawa ako nang mahina. “Mukha ba akong patay?” “Depende. Umiyak ka ba?” I stared blankly at the airport floor. “Hindi.” Tahimik siya sandali sa kabilang linya. “Sinungaling.” Napapikit ako. Si Kyra lang talaga ang may kakayahang mabasa ako kahit wala akong sabihin. “Mich…” mahina niyang sambit. “You don’t deserve that asshole.” Tumawa ako nang mapait habang pinipigilan muling maiyak. “Pero minahal ko siya.” “And he still cheated.” Mas lalong sumikip ang dibdib ko roon. “Hindi ko maintindihan kung anong kulang sa’kin,” bulong ko. “Ginawa ko naman lahat.” “Exactly.” Saglit siyang natahimik bago muling nagsalita. “You gave too much.” Napayuko ako habang hinihigpitan ang hawak sa phone ko. Maybe that’s true. Baka nga sobra akong magmahal. Sobra akong umintindi. Sobra akong nagtiis hanggang sa wala nang natira para sa sarili ko. “Pagdating mo rito, ikukuha kita ng alak,” sabi ni Kyra na pilit pinapagaan ang boses. “Pupunta tayo sa bar. Iinom tayo hanggang makalimutan mo mukha ng ex mo.” Napatawa ako nang mahina. “Ayoko na uminom.” “Liar.” “Ky—” “Mich, listen to me.” Seryoso na ang boses niya ngayon. “You need to breathe. Kailangan mong maramdaman na buhay ka pa rin pagkatapos ng kagaguhan niya.” I closed my eyes. Buhay pa nga ba ako? Pakiramdam ko kasi may iniwan si Adrian na malaking butas sa dibdib ko na hindi ko alam kung paano pupunuin. “I’ll pick you up later,” ani Kyra. “At wala kang choice. Lalabas tayo.” Before I could protest, pinatay na niya ang tawag. I sighed and leaned my head against the chair. Maya-maya ay narinig ko ang boarding announcement ng flight ko. Philippines, Home. Funny how that word used to comfort me. Ngayon, parang wala na rin akong lugar na matatawag na tahanan. Mahina kong hinila ang maleta ko palabas ng airport pagdating sa Pilipinas. Mainit agad ang hangin kahit gabi na. Halos sumakit ang mata ko sa dami ng ilaw at sasakyan sa paligid. “Mich!” Napalingon ako agad nang makita si Kyra na kumakaway habang nakasandal sa kotse niya. She looks exactly the same. Confident. Stylish. Full of life. Tumatakbo siyang lumapit sa’kin at mahigpit akong niyakap. “You look like shit,” diretsahan niyang sabi pagkalayo namin sa isa’t isa. Napatawa ako nang pagod. “Missed you too.” “Ano’ng hindi ka na nga nagrereply tapos bigla ka na lang uuwi? Baliw ka ba?” I smiled weakly. “Pagod na ako roon.” Her expression softened. Hindi na siya nagsalita pa tungkol kay Adrian. Hindi niya na kailangan. Nakikita niya naman siguro lahat sa mukha ko. Tahimik kaming sumakay sa kotse niya. Habang bumabaybay kami sa highway, nakatitig lang ako sa bintana. Everything feels familiar. Pero parang iba na ako. “Diretso ba tayo condo mo?” tanong ni Kyra habang nagmamaneho. I shook my head. “Ayoko pa umuwi.” Tumaas ang kilay niya. “Oh?” Humugot ako ng malalim na hininga bago sumandal sa upuan. “I want to forget tonight.” Ngumisi siya nang bahagya. “That’s my girl.” Bachelor’s Hub Bar. Mula pa lang sa labas, rinig na agad ang malakas na music at halakhakan ng mga tao. Neon lights flickered against the dark streets habang sunod-sunod ang mamahaling sasakyang humihinto sa harapan ng entrance. I suddenly felt underdressed. Nakasuot lang ako ng simpleng black dress na hanggang hita ang haba at manipis na heels. Wala akong energy para mag-ayos nang sobra. Pero nang makapasok kami sa loob, parang agad akong nalunod sa ibang mundo. Dim lights, Expensive liquor. Bodies moving against each other on the dance floor. People laughing like they don’t have problems waiting for them outside this place. “Relax,” bulong ni Kyra sa tenga ko. “You look tense.” “I feel tense.” Hinila niya ako papunta sa bar counter. “Two shots,” sabi niya agad sa bartender. Napapikit ako nang tuluyan kong malagok ang unang shot. Nanunog agad ang alak sa lalamunan ko. “Again,” sabi ko agad. Kyra stared at me. “Damn. Was he really that bad?” Napatawa ako nang mahina pero walang saya roon. “You have no idea.” Maya-maya ay nagsimula nang uminit ang pakiramdam ko dahil sa alak. Unti-unti ring numingaw ang bigat sa dibdib ko kahit papaano. “See?” ani Kyra. “Hindi pa katapusan ng mundo.” Hindi ako sumagot. Kasi kahit anong inom ko, nasa isip ko pa rin si Adrian. Iyong paraan ng paghawak niya sa babae. Iyong kawalan ng guilt sa mukha niya habang nakatingin ako sa kaniya. Napailing ako bago muling uminom. “CR lang ako,” sabi ni Kyra bago tumayo. “Don’t flirt with strangers while I’m gone.” I rolled my eyes. “As if.” Pagkaalis niya, napabuntong-hininga ako habang paikot-ikot ang daliri sa baso ko. Then suddenly— “Rough night?” Napatigil ako. Mabagal akong napalingon sa lalaking katatabi ko. Black suit., Expensive watch, Sharp jawline. And eyes so cold they almost looked dangerous. He was staring directly at me habang hawak ang baso ng whiskey niya. I swallowed hard. Hindi ko alam kung dahil ba sa alak o sa paraan ng pagtitig niya kaya biglang bumilis tibok ng puso ko. “Something like that,” sagot ko habang pilit steady ang boses. Umangat nang bahagya ang sulok ng labi niya. “Then drink with me.” At hindi ko alam kung bakit— Pero sa unang pagkakataon matapos akong iwan ni Adrian, may parte sa’kin na gustong sumama sa isang estranghero.The ink on the secret agreement was barely dry, but Zane was already moving like a man possessed. Returning to his private office at his independent firm, he pulled an all-night operation. Phone calls to international market makers, massive capital transfers from his offshore accounts, and strategic block trades were executed under his direct command. By 4:00 AM, the bleeding in the Villanueva Group’s aftermarket trading had finally stopped. Zane was pouring his own hard-earned wealth into the very empire that had tried to crush him, all to buy a freedom that should have been his from the start.But while Zane was silently executing his high-stakes rescue mission, the emotional toll on the other side of the city was reaching its breaking point.Back at the penthouse, Mich hadn't slept a wink. The silence of the massive apartment felt louder than the corporate warfare outside. She sat on the edge of the bed, her laptop open to the news feeds. Even though the immediate attacks
By 9:00 PM, the structural damage to the Villanueva Group had crossed the point of no return. Zane’s ruthless counter-strategy, paired with the public exposure of his father’s manufactured lies, had sent the corporate board into a state of absolute terror. Investors were pulling out in droves, and the critical multi-billion-peso merger with the Delos Reyes group was officially dead. The proud, untouchable empire that Mr. Villanueva had spent a lifetime guarding was visibly fracturing from the top down.Inside a dimly lit private boardroom at the Villanueva Executive Annex, the father of Zane sat alone. The room, which usually buzzed with powerful executives, was dead silent. The stock tickers on the wall were a bloodbath of red percentages. For the first time in his life, Mr. Villanueva looked his age—defeated, cornered, and left with no cards to play.The heavy mahogany doors swung open, and Zane walked in. He didn't look like a son visiting his father; he looked like a con
The morning hustle inside Serafina Studios was louder than usual, but the atmosphere felt incredibly suffocating. Even though Zane’s team was actively moving in the background to intercept the logistics freeze, Mich could feel the invisible eyes of the high society judging her every move. She stood by the large glass window of her office, watching the city below, her mind drifting to a dark, quiet place.With every day that passed, the realization was hitting her harder than before. She couldn't shake off the crushing weight of the social divide between them. To the elite world, to his family, she was just an event stylist who got lucky—a distraction. Meanwhile, Zane was a Villanueva, born to lead an empire and legally bound by tradition to marry someone like Veronica Delos Reyes.Mich clutched her cold hands together, feeling an intense, quiet ache in her chest. Habang tumatagal, mas lalo niyang nare-realize kung gaano kalaki ang pagitan ng mundong ginagalawan nila. The she
The morning sun filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, but the warmth did not reach Mich. By 8:00 AM, the brief peace they had fought for the night before vanished. Mich sat at the dining table, surrounded by three different phones, all of them ringing intermittently."Anong ibig mong sabihin na hindi darating ang mga raw materials?" Mich’s voice trembled with a mixture of disbelief and growing panic as she spoke into her main office line. "Naka-kontrata tayo sa Vanguard Logistics para sa delivery ng international film equipment at hard drives ngayon. We have a hard deadline for the Southeast Asian cultural film showcase next week!""Pasensya na talaga, Ms. Mich," the logistics manager on the other end stuttered, sounding terrified. "Biglang nag-pull out ang Vanguard. Sabi nila, nagkaroon daw ng biglaang system-wide audit sa mga warehouse nila at hindi pwedeng ilabas ang kahit anong kargamento para sa Serafina Studios. At hindi lang sila, pati ang ba
The response from Zane’s legal team dropped like another bombshell onto the already chaotic news cycle. When the court-stamped, certified medical clearances from the independent medical group were published online, the Villanueva Group’s narrative shattered instantly. The public, now fully invested in this corporate thriller, saw the family’s press release for exactly what it was—a desperate, malicious attempt to silence a dissenting heir.By 6:00 PM, major news anchors were openly questioning the integrity of the Villanueva Group's board. The company's stocks, which had been fluctuating, took another massive dive, plunging by nearly twenty-two percent in a single day.Inside a private, heavily guarded VIP lounge at a luxury hotel downtown, Mr. Villanueva sat in a leather armchair, staring at the televised reports. The room was dead silent except for the frantic murmurs of his PR advisors whispering in the corner. His face was no longer just flushed; it was pale with the rea
The air inside the penthouse grew frigidly cold. Mr. Villanueva's move was low, desperate, and incredibly dangerous. By attacking Zane's mental stability, his father wasn't just trying to save the family stock; he was trying to legally weaponize the medical system to strip Zane of his autonomy and force him into submission.Mich's hands shook as she looked at the official press release. "Zane, kapag naglabas sila ng legal order para sa evaluation, pwedeng pumunta rito ang mga awtoridad. Gagamitin nila ang kapangyarihan nila para magkalayo tayo."Zane didn't flinch. He slowly set the tablet down on the coffee table, his movements deliberate and entirely devoid of fear. "Hindi nila magagawa 'yan, Mich. My father thinks he’s the only one who knows how to manipulate the system, but he forgets that I’ve been running his operations for the last seven years. I know every judge, every high-ranking official, and every loophole he has ever used."He turned to face her, his hands s
Mich’s POV“Miss Reyes?”Napakurap ako nang marinig ang apelyidong matagal ko nang hindi ginagamit sa harap ng ibang tao.Mabilis akong napalingon at nakita si Selena na nakangiti habang hawak ang isang wine glass.“Sorry,” natatawa nitong sabi. “Nakita ko kasi iyong full name mo sa registration ea
Zane’s POV “Mr. Villanueva, your signature, please.” Hindi ko na halos narinig ang sinasabi ng assistant ko habang walang emosyon kong pinipirmahan ang mga documents sa harap ko. Tatlong oras. Tatlong oras na meeting pero pakiramdam ko wala namang pumapasok sa utak ko. Numbers. Contract
Zane’s POV “Sir, the board meeting starts in ten minutes.” Hindi ko agad pinansin ang secretary ko habang nakatitig lang sa glass wall ng office ko. Mula sa forty-second floor ng Villanueva Group building, kitang-kita ang buong city skyline. Powerful. Busy. Cold. Just like the world I grew u
Mich’s POVPagkapasok ko sa condo, saka ko lang tuluyang naramdaman ang pagod.Tahimik ang buong unit habang marahan kong isinara ang pinto sa likod ko. Wala akong ibang marinig kundi ang mahinang tunog ng air conditioner at ang mabilis kong tibok ng puso.Pakiramdam ko para pa rin akong lutang.Pa







