Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Terms, My Surrender: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Mrs. Rodriguez’s voice was steady, but there was a sense of urgency in her words. “Dr. Ramoray, it’s Martha Rodriguez. I’m calling because my daughter-in-law’s father has been diagnosed with cancer, and it’s urgent."There was a long pause on the other end of the line, as though Dr. Ramoray was considering her request. The tension in the room grew thick with anticipation.Finally, Dr. Ramoray’s deep voice broke the silence. “Bring him to me tomorrow,” he said simply, his tone not giving much away. “I’ll take care of the rest.”The phone call ended just as abruptly as it began, leaving the room heavy with silence.Mrs. Rodriguez lowered her phone, her expression one of relief, though it didn’t completely erase the worry that lingered in her eyes. “It’s done,” she said softly, her gaze now focused on my father. “He’ll see you tomorrow. Dr. Ramoray will do everything he can.”I stood there, feeling a rush of emotions flood through me. Mrs. Rodriguez, in that moment, felt like a savior—li

Ten minutes later, the sound of the front door opening echoed through the house. I quickly stood up, my heart racing in my chest. My father had arrived.I saw him walk in, his eyes scanning the house with surprise. He had never been here before, but I could tell from the look on his face that he was impressed by the size of the place. He had heard about Theo’s wealth, but seeing it in person was a whole different story. It was hard not to notice the way his mind was working—wondering how someone could have so much, yet still hold onto grudges over something like four million dollars.My father knew that money meant little to Theo. It wasn’t about the money for him. It was about power, about making people suffer. The thought of it made my stomach churn.As my father stepped into the living room, he gave Mrs. Rodriguez a polite nod before stepping forward. "Thank you, Mrs. Rodriguez," he said sincerely, his voice carrying the weight of his gratitude. "For giving me a second chance at li

I stood there, the envelope clutched tightly in my hands, my mind racing. The words on the paper echoed in my head, "I am watching your every move, Sofia, my love." I couldn’t stop thinking about the first message I received on my phone, then the one on Theo's mom’s birthday. And now, this—another note. Who could be sending them? Why?The headache that had been pounding at my temples grew worse, and I felt a wave of nausea rising. I tried to shake off the dizziness, but it only made everything more overwhelming.I couldn’t deal with this right now. Not with everything else going on. My father needed me, and I couldn’t even think about the possibility of Theo’s torture, the cruel games he played. I had no room in my mind for that right now. I just needed to focus on getting through this trip to Mexico.I swallowed hard, trying to push away the panic that was creeping up. But it was hard. The thought of who could be sending these messages—someone who was always watching, always waiting—

The man's grip was unforgiving as he dragged me down the hallway. My bare feet stumbled over the cold floor, my breath ragged, my mind still spinning from what had just happened. The old woman-she was gone. Shot without hesitation.I wanted to scream, to fight, but my body felt numb.We reached Theo's suite. The door loomed in front of me like a gateway to hell.The man yanked it open and shoved me inside."Slam it," Theo's voice was cold, commanding.The door shut behind me with a heavy thud, sealing my fate.I barely had time to turn before Theo twisted the lock with a deliberate click.Now, it was just the two of us.The silence was suffocating.Blood trailed down the side of Theo's face where the vase had hit him, dripping onto his black shirt. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes-his dark, furious eyes-held nothing but wrath.Before I could move, he lunged.His hand fisted in my hair, yanking me forward.I barely had time to gasp before he slammed my head against the vanit

The drive to the hotel was quiet, aside from Mrs. Rodríguez occasionally glancing at me as if making sure I was still holding it together. Hailey, on the other hand, stayed silent, her arms crossed as she stared out the window.When we finally pulled up to the Marbella Suites, I felt an odd sense of relief. It wasn’t as massive or extravagant as the one Theo kept me in, but it was nice—warm, inviting, and, most importantly, free of him.The lobby smelled of lavender, and the soft lighting made everything feel calmer, safer.For now.I knew this peace wouldn’t last long.Mrs. Rodríguez led me through the lobby and up to her suite on the fifth floor. It was a cozy two-bedroom with large windows that overlooked the city. Nothing like Theo’s cold penthouse, where everything felt like a cage.She gestured toward one of the rooms. "You can sleep here, mija. Make yourself comfortable."I nodded, stepping inside. The room was simple but comfortable—a queen-sized bed, a small dresser, and warm