Antonius Rockwell, the enigmatic CEO of a prestigious company, leads a life of power and influence yet feels a hollow void in his existence. That changes the day he notices Kirsten Zaldua, a diligent delivery girl whose quiet determination and sincerity intrigue him. Struggling to support her ailing mother and balance her studies, Kirsten unknowingly becomes a beacon of hope in Antonius’s sterile world. One fateful afternoon, Antonius watches her collapse from exhaustion in his company lobby. Acting on instinct, he rescues her but conceals his identity, fearing the threats surrounding his life could endanger her. Instead, he sends his brother to assist her, an act he later regrets. To Antonius’s dismay, Kirsten mistakes his brother for her savior and begins a relationship with him. From the shadows, Antonius watches as his brother manipulates her into a toxic situation, leveraging her debts and her mother’s health to control her. Powerless to intervene without revealing the truth, Antonius retreats, heartbroken by his inability to protect the woman who has unwittingly captured his heart. Months later, a chance encounter reignites his connection with Kirsten, leading to an intimate one-night love affair born of misunderstanding. Though their bond deepens, Antonius remains tormented by guilt and longing. When Kirsten discovers he was her true rescuer, a spark of hope reignites between them, but Antonius’s brother, jealous and desperate, threatens her mother’s care, forcing her to break things off. Will Antonius’s love and determination be enough to rescue Kirsten from her nightmare? Or will the weight of her sacrifices pull them apart forever? Only time will reveal if their love can triumph against all odds.
View More"Anton..." I hesitated, my fingers twisting nervously in my lap as I searched for the courage to voice what had been weighing on my mind. "Can I meet him?"The room fell silent, the air suddenly thick with tension. Anton’s jaw tightened, his usually soft eyes hardening as they locked onto mine. "Why do you want to meet him, Kirsten?" His voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable edge to it.I took a deep breath, steadying myself. "Because I feel like I need to," I said softly. "To free myself from him completely—for real this time. I need closure, Anton. I need to look him in the eyes and tell him that we’re done. And... I want him to ask for forgiveness."Anton’s gaze didn’t waver, but I could see the conflict brewing behind his eyes. For a moment, I thought he’d argue, tell me it was unnecessary, that I didn’t need to reopen that chapter of my life.But then, to my surprise, he nodded. "If that’s what you need," he said quietly, his voice firm but filled with understanding, "I’l
The days passed like a dream—soft, fleeting, and almost unreal. I hadn’t been counting them because, for the first time in years, I was truly happy. But that happiness was laced with an edge of unease, especially when Anton told me what had happened.Vincent had been captured. By Anton’s men.The news left a strange weight in my chest, and though I tried to push it aside, it lingered."What are you going to do to your brother, Anton?" I asked, my voice quiet but firm as I sat across from him in the spacious living room.Anton leaned back in his chair, his sharp features illuminated by the soft glow of the chandelier. His brow arched slightly, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You sound like you’re worried about him."I hesitated, unsure how to answer that. Was I?Despite the cruel way Vincent had treated me, a part of me couldn’t deny that he had once been a significant part of my life. But worry? Love? Those feelings had long since faded."I’m not worried about him," I said, shaking my h
I learned from him that Vincent had resorted to sending death threats, demanding Anton leave the country. My stomach turned at the revelation. It was a side of Vincent I hadn’t fully understood until now. Anton, however, seemed unfazed, stating firmly, “He’ll pay for that. I’ll make sure he does. Threatening me gives me the leverage I need to put him behind bars.”The thought of Vincent—once the man I thought I loved—going to prison left me torn. A part of me felt justice was inevitable, but another part still struggled to reconcile this side of him with the man I had once known.And then there was Anton. The man who had been a stranger not so long ago but now felt like a lifeline. It was surreal to think back to the days when I would deliver lunches to his company, never once imagining that the CEO himself was aware of me. And now, here I was, living under the same roof with him."Can you believe this?" I murmured to myself one evening as I stood by the window, looking out at the exp
His eyes narrowed, and for a moment, I thought he might lash out. But instead, he turned away, laughing bitterly. "We’ll see about that," he muttered, disappearing into his bedroom and slamming the door behind him. I exhaled shakily, my entire body trembling. This wasn’t living. This was survival. I picked up my phone and opened Anton’s message again. Without overthinking, I typed: Me: I need your help. I hit send and waited, my heart pounding in my chest. Within seconds, his reply came. Anton: I’ll be there in the morning. I stared at the message, a mix of relief and fear washing over me. Tomorrow, things would change. Whether for better or worse, I didn’t know. But one thing was certain—I couldn’t keep living like this. The morning light filtered through the curtains, and I sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the floor. My heart felt heavy, weighed down by everything that had happened the night before. Vincent’s words still echoed in my mind—his possessiveness, hi
"Do you want to go home?" Anton asked softly after a long stretch of silence.I shook my head, burying my face deeper into his chest. Embarrassment coursed through me. The memory of what had just transpired between us replayed in my mind, leaving me flustered. I couldn't look him in the eye, not yet.Anton, ever calm, held me close. His arms wrapped securely around me, and his fingers combed gently through my hair, lulling me into a fragile sense of peace."Live with me," he whispered, his warm breath brushing against my ear.I froze for a moment before resting my cheek against his chest, my voice barely audible. "I can't.""Then at least work in my company," he said, his tone coaxing but firm. "That’s your dream, isn’t it?"I lifted my head fully this time, meeting his eyes. His words struck a chord deep within me. "How do you know that?" I asked, my brow furrowed in surprise. "You know so much about me—it’s almost unsettling."A playful chuckle escaped his lips. "I do. Want me to li
His words hit me like a wave, washing away the barriers I had erected around my heart. I felt exposed, raw, but in a way that was strangely liberating. I had spent years feeling trapped, burdened by obligations, and here was Anton, offering me a glimpse of freedom and the possibility of happiness. Taking a shaky breath, I closed my eyes, letting the tears continue to fall. I knew that this moment was a turning point, a decision that could alter the course of my life. Anton's intense gaze was fixed on me, waiting for my response, and I knew he was willing to fight for me, to be the one to save me from the darkness that had enveloped my existence. In a bold move, I took a step forward, closing the distance between us. I reached up and gently placed my hands on his broad shoulders, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my palms. Anton's eyes widened with surprise, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he leaned in, as if he had been waiting for this moment too. Our lips met in a kiss t
I didn’t say much after that, choosing instead to focus on finishing my meal. Anton, however, spent the entire time watching me, his piercing gaze following every small movement I made. It was unsettling, but I tried my best to ignore it.By the time the last course was served, I was so full I doubted I could take another bite. Still, I felt an obligation to finish—it seemed wasteful not to. But for someone like Anton, leaving food untouched probably didn’t matter at all.I dabbed my lips with a napkin and looked at him. “So,” I started cautiously, “what’s this ‘show’ you said I’ve been missing out on? What’s so important that you had to drag me out tonight?”His lips curved into a smirk, one that made me instantly suspicious. “You’ll find out,” he said cryptically. “But only if you decide to come with me after dinner.”I blinked, unsure whether he was serious or teasing. “Come with you where?”“Just trust me,” he said simply, leaning back in his chair, exuding an air of confidence th
This time, I typed back quickly, not giving myself time to overthink. Me: Why should I have dinner with you? His response came almost instantly. Anton: Because you need a reminder of what life could be like without him. I didn’t reply, but that didn’t stop me from thinking about it for the rest of the day. When I got home, Vincent wasn’t there. I hadn’t expected him to be. But somehow, it made the house feel even emptier. By the time the clock struck seven, I found myself standing in front of my closet, pulling out a simple black dress I hadn’t worn in years. “You’re crazy,” I muttered to myself as I slipped it on. But even as I said it, I knew the truth. Somewhere deep down, I wanted to see him again. He had texted me the location earlier, and now, as I stood outside the grand building, I couldn't help but feel out of place. The restaurant was nothing like the modest places I was used to. Its towering glass facade sparkled under the evening lights, and the gold-accented d
“N-No,” I croaked, my voice shaking. Vincent’s gaze narrowed, and he leaned forward slightly, studying my face as though he could see through my lie. “Are you sure?” My breath caught, and I swallowed hard, forcing myself to speak more clearly. “Why would he be here?” I asked, keeping my tone steady this time. Anton, meanwhile, continued his torment. His lips trailed up and down my leg, his movements slow and deliberate, sending shivers through me. I clenched my jaw, willing my body to stay still and not give anything away. Vincent finally sighed, stepping back slightly. “If he does show up, you’ll let me know, won’t you?” “O-Okay,” I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. Satisfied for the moment, Vincent turned and left the room, heading toward his bedroom. The second I heard his door close, I released the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. My hands trembled as I leaned against the counter, glaring down at Anton, who was now looking up at me with an infuriati
THE BEGINNINGI am Kirsten Zaldua.I stood in front of the towering Rockwell Corporation building, feeling small and out of place. My reflection stared back at me from the glass doors—tired, determined, but undeniably weary. Hugging the insulated delivery bag tightly against my chest, I braced myself for what lay ahead.This wasn’t my first delivery to this company, but somehow, the nerves always got to me. The polished marble floors, the sharp suits of the employees walking briskly inside, the hum of luxury and power that seemed to fill the air—it always reminded me of a world I desperately wanted to be part of but knew I didn’t belong in.Tightening my grip on the bag, I took a deep breath and tried to push away the thoughts clawing at the back of my mind. But they always found a way to resurface. Life wasn’t always like this for me.When I was younger, we had a simple but happy life. My mom, Olivia Zaldua, was an accountant for a small company, while my dad, Elias, worked as a cons...
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