At twenty-five, Heather Martinez sacrificed everything to take care of her younger sibling at matiyak na may matitirhan sila. Pero dahil sa matinding pangangailangan, she had no choice but to enter a dangerous deal with Theo Skye Dawson, isang malupit at misteryosong aktor na kahit sa isang iglap ay kayang baliktarin ang kaniyang mundo. She knew it was a mistake, but she never expected it to change her life forever. Ikinulong siya ng isang kasal na walang pag-ibig, naging bahagi ng mundo ni Theo kung saan siya lang ang talo. Alam niyang malupit ito, walang pakialam sa nararamdaman niya. Pero paano nga ba pipigilan ang pusong natututo nang umibig kahit hindi dapat? Samantala, si Theo, na matagal nang biktima ng kanyang nakaraan, ginamit lang siya bilang pawn sa isang matagal nang laro ng paghihiganti. Pero paano kung hindi niya inaasahang mahuhulog siya sa babaeng minsang balak niyang sirain? As long-buried secrets unravel and old wounds begin to bleed again, will love be strong enough to overcome the pain? Or will their love itself be the ultimate sacrifice?
view moreNakatitig lang si Heather kay Skye, tinatantiya ang bawat kilos at salitang lumalabas sa bibig nito. Sa bawat sagot niya, tila may panibagong patibong itong inihahanda para sa kanya. Pero hindi siya madaling mahulog. Hindi siya papatalo. She leaned forward, resting her arms on the table. "So, Skye, tell me. Ano ba talaga ang goal mo?" Skye smirked, taking another sip of his coffee. "What do you mean?" She rolled her eyes. "Come on. Huwag mong sabihin sa ’kin na wala kang intensyon sa lahat ng ginagawa mo." "Maybe I just enjoy watching you react," he admitted shamelessly.At least he’s being honest. "I should've known," she said coldly. "Para kang bata na mahilig mang-bully ng kalaro niya." "Except you’re not just some playmate, sweetheart," Skye said smoothly. "You’re my wife." Heather scoffed. "Oh, wow. So now you remember?" Skye tilted his head, amused. "Bakit, nakalimutan mo na ba?" Before Heather could answer, may kumatok sa pinto ng gazebo. Agad siyang napatingin, at hi
Pagbalik ni Heather sa mansion, inaasahan niyang tahimik ito tulad ng dati—pero nagkamali siya. The moment she stepped inside, she froze. Dalawang babae ang nasa sala, parehong naka-red na damit na masyadong hapit at maiksi para maging disente. Ang isa ay nakaupo sa tabi ni Skye, halos nakadikit na rito, habang ang isa naman ay nakatayo, nagbubuhos ng alak sa kanyang baso. Parang may malamig na bagay na gumapang sa kanyang dibdib. Ano ‘to? "Welcome home, sweetheart," Skye said casually. Hindi siya agad nakasagot dahil sa nakikita niya. She didn’t care. She shouldn’t care! Pero bakit may kung anong bumara sa kanyang lalamunan? Walang emosyon siyang lumapit at tumingin sa mga babae. Obvious na high-class escorts ang mga ito—magaganda, perpekto ang makeup, at halatang sanay makipaglaro sa mayayamang lalaki for VIP Service. Bayarang mga babae. Naramdaman niyang nakatingin sila sa kanya, pero si Skye ang tinitigan niya. Hanggang ngayon, hindi niya pa rin mabasa ang nasa utak nito
Heather stood still by the large doors of the Dawson estate, her fingers resting near the handle. For days—no, weeks—she had been trapped in this mansion, subjected to Skye’s torment, mind games, and manipulations. Pero ngayon, parang nilalaro nito ang kanyang isip. "You’re free to leave, sweetheart," Skye had said earlier that morning, his voice annoyingly casual as he sipped his coffee. "Go anywhere you want." Hindi siya makapaniwala. "Ano?" "You heard me." He leaned back in his chair, smirking. "You’re not a prisoner, Heather. If you want to go out, be my guest." Her heart raced. This had to be a trick. Napatingin siya sa paligid, expecting to see some sort of trap. But nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Cautiously, she reached for the handle, twisted it—at hindi gaya ng dati, bumukas ito agad. Fresh air hit her face. She took a hesitant step outside, then another, until she was fully past the threshold. She was free. Or so she thought. A Bugatti was already wait
Nakahawak nang mahigpit si Heather sa ilalim ng makintab na lamesang yari sa mahogany, ang buong katawan niya’y naninigas. Sa tapat niya, walang kahirap-hirap na humigop ng kape si Skye, as if he hadn't just ruined her entire life. Lalo lang siyang nag-init nang makita kung gaano ito ka-casual na parang wala lang nangyari. "Eat," he commanded, ang malalim nitong boses ay nagdulot ng hindi kanais-nais na kilabot sa kanyang katawan. "I’m not hungry," she muttered, pushing her plate away. Skye arched a brow, tilting his head as he regarded her. "Oh? Pero kanina lang ay gutom na gutom ka, 'di ba? I heard your worms fighting inside your stomach." Heather scowled. "Nagbago ang isip ko." A slow smirk tugged at his lips. "Suit yourself." He waved a hand, and within seconds, the butlers cleared the table—including her untouched food. Nanlaki ang mga mata ni Heather. "Wait—!"
Heather gritted her teeth, gripping the edge of the marble table in front of her. The words that had just come out of Skye’s mouth echoed in her head, making her stomach churn. "I’m controlling everything around you." Her hands trembled, but she refused to let him see her weakness. She had lost too much already—her freedom, her parents, and now, even her own brother and best friend seemed to be slipping from her grasp. Skye watched her with quiet amusement, swirling the whiskey in his glass. His gaze never left her, as if he was waiting for her reaction, savoring the slow realization dawning on her face. "You look pale, sweetheart." His voice was smooth, taunting. "Something wrong?" Tiningnan niya ito nang masama. "Tama na, Skye. Stop this game." He chuckled, setting his glass down with a soft clink. "Game? Oh, Heather. This isn’t a game. This is reality. Your reality." She shot him a glare, her breathing uneven. "You think you can just—" "Yes," he interrupted smoothly,
Heather’s heart pounded as she stood her ground. “I want to see them,” she said firmly, locking eyes with Skye. Skye simply smirked, his arms crossing over his chest. “And I already told you, hindi mo kailangang lumabas.” Her hands clenched into fists. "Huwag mo akong kontrolin as if pag-aari mo ang buong pagkatao ko!" He let out a chuckle, his eyes dark with amusement. “Oh, sweetheart. I already am.” A long silence stretched between them. Heather didn’t dare look away. Then, Skye chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Cute.” Heather’s stomach twisted. She knew that laugh—it meant he was amused, which never ended well for her. Her breath hitched, frustration and helplessness burning inside her. She knew Skye wouldn’t let her leave. He had made it clear—she was his, and she wasn’t going anywhere. "You're not leaving this mansion, sweetheart. But don’t worry, I have my own way of dealing with things." Napakagat siya sa labi. She was about to turn away, knowing this argument was po
Pagkarating nila sa mansion ni Skye, agad na naramdaman ni Heather ang pagbago ng hangin. It was just the two of them now, maliban sa mga katulong at pinagkakatiwalaan ni Skye na parang mga hangin lang na dumadaan dahil focus lang ang mga ito sa trabaho nila. The silence was suffocating. Tumigil siya sandali sa harap ng mansyon, pinagmamasdan ang engrandeng istruktura na tila ba isang golden cage. Masyadong malaki, masyadong perpekto pero sa paningin niya, isa itong bilangguan. Narinig niyang bumukas ang mabibigat na gate sa likuran niya, at nang lumingon siya, unti-unting nagsara ito na may malalim na clang. Parang isang pinto ng impyerno na tuluyan siyang kinulong sa loob. Napalunok siya. This is it. This is my life now. Skye walked ahead, his strides confident and controlled, habang siya nama’y nanatili sa likuran. She didn't want to step inside. Pero wala siyang choice. "Don’t even think about running," he murmured, without even looking back. Napakuyom siya ng kam
Heather felt like she was suffocating. The wedding hall was grand—filled with chandeliers, elegant floral arrangements, and a long, white aisle leading to the altar. Lahat ng mga bisita ay pawang mga kilalang personalidad sa business world. She could hear their murmurs, their judgmental stares piercing through her as if she didn’t belong here. And she didn’t. Napalunok siya habang mahigpit na hinawakan ang bouquet ng puting rosas. The weight of the wedding gown felt heavier than it should, almost as if it was dragging her down to her doom. "This isn’t real," she whispered to herself. "This is just a nightmare." Ngunit bumalik siya sa realidad nang marinig niya ang opening notes ng wedding march. Her heart pounded in her chest. She wasn’t ready for this. But she had no choice. Theo Skye Dawson stood at the altar, his hands tucked into the pockets of his perfectly tailored black tuxedo. He looked utterly unfazed, as if this was just another business deal. And to him, it was. H
Malalim ang pagkakahinga ni Heather habang bumabalot sa kaniya ang kadiliman. Ramdam niya ang init ng bisig na sumalo sa kaniya bago siya tuluyang bumagsak. Hindi niya alam kung panaginip lang ang lahat o isa iyong bangungot na hindi niya matakasan. Game on… Parang pumailanlang sa hangin ang malalim na tinig ng lalaki bago siya tuluyang mawalan ng malay. NAGISING siya sa loob ng isang kwarto na hindi pamilyar sa kaniya. Malambot ang kutson na hinihigaan niya, at sa paligid ay puro mamahaling gamit—chandeliers, silk curtains, at carpet na tila hindi pa nalalakaran. Napasinghap siya, napaatras nang mapansin ang drip na nakakabit sa kaniyang kamay. "Nasaan ba ako?" bulong niya sa sarili, ngunit sapat ang lakas ng boses niya para marinig ng lalaking nasa kabilang panig ng kwarto. "Sa bahay ko," malamig ngunit may halong amusement na tugon ng isang pamilyar na tinig. Napalingon siya at nakita niya ang lalaking iyon—ang billionaire na tinatawag niyang 'fuck boy'. Nakaupo ito sa i
DAMN that fucking driver! Kung hindi lang naging garapal sa pagmamaneho ang driver na iyon ay baka buhay pa hanggang ngayon ang mga magulang ni Heather.Makita niya lang talaga ang driver na iyon ay hindi siya magdadawang-isip na patayin ito. Mayaman ang nakabangga sa mga magulang niya kaya mabilis na na-cover up ang nangyari. Hanggang ngayon hindi niya pa rin lubos maisip kung sino ang babaeng namatay dahil sa hit-and-run accident. Ang babaeng iyon ang inanunsyo sa publiko na iyon ang driver ng kotseng nakabangga sa kaniyang mga magulang habang nakasakay ng motorsiklo. Nando'n siya no'ng time na iyon para salubungin ang mga magulang niya kaya kitang-kita ng dalawa niyang mga mata na bumaba pa ng kotse ang driver na lalaki at nang makita siya ay bigla itong sumakay muli sa kotse saka pinatakbo ang kostse at iniwan ang nakahadusay na sugatang mga magulang niya. Nagulat na lamang siya nang biglang binalita sa publiko na namatay ang driver na nagmamaneho ng kotse. Ngayon ay nakikipagdeb...
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