Novels by Jobie Grado

Raisha’s POVGAYA ng inaasahan ko ay sinamahan ulit ako ni Xander. Pero sa ibang park niya ako dinala, dito sa Malesice Park. Hindi ko alam kung bakit pero ang tahimik ng lugar na ’to. Para bang... pinipilit akong kalmahin kahit ang gulo-gulo sa loob ko. The trees sway lazily, and the scent of fresh grass lingers in the air. Nakakagaan. Nakakapanatag. For the first time in weeks, parang nakakahinga ako nang maluwag.I look down at myself. Suot ko pa rin ’yung simple cream-colored knitted dress na pinili ni Xander para sa akin kaninang umaga. Soft, stretchy, and comfortable for my seven-month baby bump. Sabi niya bagay daw sa ’kin. That it makes me look calm and gentle—exactly what I don’t feel inside.Napahawak ako sa tiyan ko. My baby. The only thing that keeps me grounded. The only proof that I had a past before everything blurred into nothing.“Are you okay?”Napalingon ako kay Xander. Nakaupo siya sa tabi ko, isang siko nakapatong sa backrest ng bench habang nakatitig sa akin. His

Raisha’s POVMay kakaiba.Hindi ko maipaliwanag kung anong pakiramdam ‘to pero simula pa lang kanina habang nakaupo kami ni Xander sa park, parang may mabigat na bumabalot sa paligid, lalo na rin sa pagitan naming dalawa. Akala ko pagod lang ako. O baka dahil buntis ako kaya overreacting ako sa mga simpleng bagay. Pero the way he looked at me kanina... hindi siya ‘yung Xander na kilala ko. Hindi siya ‘yung bestfriend ko. ‘Yung taong nag-aalala sakin palagi. ‘Yung laging masaya. Maingay. Malambing.Kanina, habang nakatitig siya sa kawalan, parang may ibang tao sa loob ng katawan niya. Ibang mata. Ibang lakad. Ibang kilos. Parang anytime may sasabog sa kanya. "Rai, tara, need na natin umuwi… magpahinga ka na." Napatango na lang ako. Umakbay siya, and I leaned into him, gaya ng nakasanayan. Pero sa loob-loob ko, tinatanong ko ang sarili ko—bakit parang may lamat na sa tiwala ko sa kanya? Bakit parang may tinatago siya?Madalas kong mapanaginipan ang mga piraso ng aking alaala—yung hind

Xander's POVI've always been a good actor. The kind of actor who knew how to smile with sincerity, laugh with ease, cry with sympathy. Pretending to be Raisha’s gay best friend was the easiest role I ever played—because I got to stay close to her, protect her… or so she thought.The truth? I never wanted to protect her. I wanted to use her. Siya lang naman kasi ang sagot para mapabagsak ko ang mga kumakalaban sakin. At mas lalo kong pagbubutihan ang actingan ko para mas makuha ko ang loob niya. Lalo pa’t wala siyang maalala ngayon. Alam kong nag-iisip din itong babaeng ito. Hindi pa rin mawawala sa dugo niya ang pagiging Montenegro, mauutak at tuso. I clenched my fists. Montenegro tss. Totoo naman ang sinabi ko kay Raisha na yung Kuya niya ay minurder ang isang clan na naglelead kung na saan siya. Ang clan na mayroong 350 katao, pinatay niya lahat ng mag-isa lang. Ang tindi ng galit ni Lucas nung malaman niyang nawawala ang kapatid niya. Isama pa ang galit ng isang Terrence Ashford n

"Boss, there’s movement in Prague. May nakapagsabi sa isa sa ating mga sources, a woman matching Raisha’s description was seen escorted out of a safe house by the Luceros."Carlos’ voice cut through my thoughts like a blade. I turned to him, jaw clenched. "Show me."He tossed a folder onto the table. Inside were blurry surveillance photos. A woman with her face partially covered, but those eyes—God, those eyes looked like hers."She’s under heavy guard," Lucas said. "It’s like they’re hiding a ghost."A twisted grin spread across my face. "Then it’s time we haunt them."Within hours, we were in the air. The jet roared across the sky while my mind screamed louder. This could be it. Another shot. Another piece to the puzzle. And even if it wasn’t her—Someone would bleed for daring to pretend.We arrived in Prague under cover of night, our people already deployed. I watched the monitors from our mobile command center as we tracked the convoy. I didn’t blink. I couldn’t. I sat forward, e

Terrence’s POVThe jet hadn’t even fully stopped when I was already out of my seat, fingers gripping the armrest like it owed me answers. My lungs burned with every breath. Hawaii’s night air met me with a warm breeze, but it didn’t calm the storm that was ripping through my chest.Lucas trailed right behind me, his stance tight, every muscle in his body ready to strike. Neither of us said a word. We didn’t need to. The silence between us screamed louder than bullets—this was it. We’d followed the trail across oceans, through blood and betrayal, and it led us here: a secluded beach house at the edge of Oahu.It looked peaceful. Untouched. The kind of place lovers would disappear to, not a battlefield.But I wasn’t here for peace.I was here for my wife.My boots landed hard on the wooden path leading to the house, the creaking under my weight syncing with the crash of waves in the distance. The smell of the sea lingered in the air—salt, sand, and something sharp underneath it. Metal.

Terrence's POVI swirled the deep red wine in my glass, watching the way it clung to the sides before taking a slow sip. The silence of my office was deafening, a stark contrast to the chaos in my mind. My fingers tapped against the wooden desk, the weight of regret pressing down on me like a fucking vice.I had spent months drowning in my own torment, every breath a reminder of what I had lost. The moment Raisha disappeared, my world crumbled, leaving nothing but an empty shell of the man I used to be.Our home felt like a graveyard—cold, lifeless, filled with memories that mocked me at every turn. Her scent still lingered on our sheets, a cruel ghost that haunted my sleepless nights. Every time I closed my eyes, I could see her—her soft, tear-streaked face, the pain I had carved into her heart, the fear in her eyes when she walked away from me.And fuck, I let her go.What kind of man does that? What kind of husband, what kind of father?I was supposed to be a goddamn mafia boss, po