Se connecterBillionaire tech tycoon Damian Cross has spent his life building a legacy of cutting-edge autonomous vehicle technology, aiming to revolutionize transportation and safety. But his obsession with control and precision has left him emotionally detached and skeptical of human unpredictability—especially in high-risk activities like racing. On the other hand, Sierra Vale, a fearless street racer with a mysterious past, thrives on chaos and adrenaline. Known as the "Queen of the Circuit," Sierra races not for fame but for her underground mission: using winnings to fund her brother's secretive legal battle against a corrupt corporation linked to Damian's empire.
Voir plusELISA'S POV
I can feel the sweat forming on my palm. Nasa isang private room ako ngayon, hinihintay na matawag ang aking pangalan. Isa kasi ako sa mga babaeng kasali sa auction ng isang club. An underground auction hidden from the world, where power decides who owns you. At isa ako sa mga babaeng kasali. Sa totoo lang, hindi ko gusto na mapasama sa ganoong lugar. But I was so desperate to save a life. My son. Nasa ospital kasi ang anak ko dahil sa isang aksidente. Na-hit and run siya. At kailangan niyang ma-operahan sa madaling panahon dahil kung hindi ay tuluyang hindi na makakapaglakad ang aking anak. Nang ma-aksidente kasi siya ay ang binti niya ang napuruhan. At kailangan ko ng malaking halaga para sa operasyon niya. Pero wala akong ganoong kalaking halaga. Sa totoo lang ay pwede naman akong humingi ng tulong sa ama niya. Pero tinanggal ko iyong sa isip ko. Dahil unang-una ay hindi niya alam na may anak siya sa akin dahil itinago ko iyon sa kanya. I kept our childen hidden from him for almost six years. Dahil pagkatapos niya akong hiwalayan, pagkatapos niya akong saktan sa masasakit na salitang wala akong kaalam-alam ay do'n ko nalaman ang tungkol sa pagbubuntis ko. But I hid my pregnancy from him. He abandoned me when I needed him the most, and I was sure he would abandon his child too, just like he did to me. At ayoko ding maramdaman ng anak ko ang naramdaman ko sa ama niya. Ayokong maglimos ang aking mga anak ng pagmamahal sa isang taong hindi kami kayang tanggapin. Nagtiis ako ng dalawang taon para kay Rage, nagbabakasakaling mamahalin niya ako gaya ng pagmamahal ko sa kanya. Ginanpanan ko ang tungkulin ko bilang asawa niya sa dalawang taon na iyon kahit na wala siyang pagmamahal sa akin. May ibang mahal kasi si Rage, si Amie. Nasaksihan ko ang pagmamahalan nilang pero sa isang iglap ay nawala iyon dahil sa akin. Paano ba nagsimula ang lahat? Rage was my boss, and I was his secretary. Kasama niya ako lagi kapag may meeting siya sa labas o hindi kaya ay may conference siyang pinupuntahan. And we only maintained an employer-employee relationship. Pero isang gabi, late na kaming nakauwi dahil sa isang dinner meeting. Pauwi na kami ng may maramdaman kaming kakaiba sa aming dalawa. Heat consumed both of us. At hindi ko na alam ang buong pangyayari dahil nagising lang ako sa isang sigaw. Na galing kay Amie habang umiiyak na nakatingin sa amin ni Rage na nakahiga sa iisang kama at pawang walang saplot sa katawan. At kahit na wala akong matandaan ay alam kong may nangyari sa amin dahil sa pananakit ng aking katawan at pagkababae. At palatandaan na naisuko ko ang aking sarili sa kanya sa bakas na dugo na naiwan sa bedsheet. I give my first to him. Umiiyak na umalis si Amie, sinundan siya ni Rage pero hindi na niya naabutan ang babae. At nang bumalik si Rage ay sa akin niya binunton ang galit niya. At mas lalo iyong nadagdagan ang galit niya ng sumugod ang aking ama sa opisina ni Rage para mag-eskandalo at sabihin na panagutan ako. Hindi ko naman alam kong paano nalaman ng aking ama ang tungkol sa nangyari dahil wala naman akong pinagsasabihan. Inakala nga ni Rage na plano ko iyon para masilo siya. At walang nagawa si Rage kundi pakasalan ako ng pati magulang niya ay pinuntahan ng aking ama para sabihin ang tungkol sa nangyari sa amin. Kinasal kami ni Rage sa isang civil wedding. Walang ibang nakakaalam sa pagpapakasal namin dahil iyon ang gusto ni Rage. At bago kami ikinasal ay pinagpirma niya ako ng pre-nup agreement. Pinagpirma din niya ang aking ama ng agreement na walang pagsasabihan tungkol sa pagpapakasal namin. Ayaw ng ama ko noong una pero nang sabihin ni Rage na hindi niya ako pakakasalan ay wala siyang nagawa kundi pumirma. Hindi naging madali ang pagsasama namin na dalawa. Because Rage never treated me as a wife. Para lang akong hangin na dinadaan lang niya. Gayunpaman ay pinagsilbihan ko siya, pati nga tungkulin ko sa kama ay ginampanan ko para sa kanya. Inakala ko nga ay nagtagumpay akong kunin ang puso niya dahil sa mga napapansin ko sa kanya noon. But I was wrong, umasa pa lang ako sa wala. At marami palang namamatay sa maling akala. Dahil kahit na anong gawin ko, kahit na maging mabuting asawa ako sa kanya ay hindi-hindi pa din ako mamahalin ni Rage. For him, I was just like a toy, something he would simply discard once he got tired of it. At ganoon mismo ang ginawa niya sa akin ng padalhan niya ako ng annulment paper na may pirma niya. At gusto talaga ni Rage na pasakitan ako dahil sa mismong birthday ko pa niya ibinigay ang annulment paper. I was hoping for a gift from him, and he gave me one. A memorable one dahil hinding-hindi ko makakalimutan ang regalo niyang annulment paper na may pirma niya mismo. I shook my head to clear him from my thoughts. It’s been six years, dapat hindi ko na siya iniisip. Dapat inaalis ko na siya sa sistema ko. At mayamaya ay napaayos ako mula sa aking pagkakaupo nang bumukas ang pinto kung nasaan ako. "Miss Elisa?" tawag ng babaeng pumasok. Itinaas ko naman ang aking kamay, tumuon naman ang tingin niya sa akin. "Get ready. Ikaw ang susunod na ibi-bid," imporma niya. Mas lalo naman akong kinabahan, ramdam ko ang panginginig ng aking katawan. Humugot ako ng malalim na buntong-hininga para kalmahin ang aking sarili. Pagkatapos ay tumayo na ako. Inayos ko nga ang suot ko ng sandaling iyon. Masyadong maiksi ang mini dress na suot ko, simpleng tuwad ko lang ay sigurado na akong masisilipan na ako. Wala naman akong magawa dahil iyon ang pinasuot sa akin, kahit nga mga kasama ko ay ganoon din ang suot. Mukhang gusto ng organizer na ganoon ang isuot namin para maging interesado ang mga magbi-bid sa amin. Pinalabas na ako. Sumunod naman ako sa babae. "Akyat ka na," utos niya sa akin nang makarating kami sa gilid ng stage. Tumango naman ako. At wala akong imik nang umakyat ako sa stage, pumuwesto ako sa gitna. “So, gentlemen, this is Miss Elisa Ynarez. The bid starts at 50,000 pesos," wika ng host ng sandaling iyon. Nag-umpisa namang mag-bid. "Sixty thousand pesos," mayamaya ay may nag-bid sa akin. Gusto kong tingnan kung sino siya pero hindi ko magawa, nanatili ang tingin ko sa harap. Ayaw sulyapan ang mga nagbi-bid sa akin. "One hundred thousand!" may narinig ulit akong nag-bid. Halos pataas ng pataas ang nagbi-bid sa akin. "One million." Hindi ko maiwasan ang manlaki ng mga mata nang marinig kong may sumigaw. Nalulula ako sa perang binid nila sa akin. Kapag nakuha ko ang kalahati sa pera na iyon ay mapapagamot ko na ang aking anak, may matitira pa. Sa kontrata na pinirmahan ko, kalahati sa bid ay mapupunta sa akin. Kung malaki ang bid, mas malaki din ang makukuha ko. "One million. Going once.. going twice." Mukhang wala nang gustong mag-bid pa. Mukhang nanalo na ang lalaking nag-bid sa akin ng isang milyon. At akmang isasara na ng host ang bid ng mapatigil nang may nagsalita. "Five million!" At natigilan ako nang marinig ko ang baritonong boses na iyon. And that voice sounded familiar to me. Hindi ako pwedeng magkamali dahil kahit na mahabang panahon na ang nakalipas ay kabisadong-kabisado ko pa din ang boses niya. Hinanap ko naman ang pinanggalingan ng boses. Hanggang sa mapatuon ang tingin ko sa gilid ng hall, sa isang lalaking nakaupo habang may hawak na sigarilyo sa kamay. His eyes were cold as he stared back at me. Naramdaman ko naman ang paghihina ng aking binti habang sinasalubong ko ang malamig na titig niyang iyong sa akin. Because the man who bid five million pesos for me is the man I never wanted to see again, the eyes I never wanted to look into once more. Rage Montenegro. My ex-husband.The sunlight streamed through the windows of the car as we drove up the familiar, long driveway leading to Damian’s parents’ manor. The same old stone gate greeted us, the flowers lining the pathway just as vibrant as I remembered. The place was beautiful, timeless, and always had an air of serenity that made you feel like you were stepping into a different world—a world full of history and love. I glanced at Damian beside me, his hands firmly gripping the wheel as he maneuvered the car down the narrow path. His usual composed demeanor was relaxed today, and I couldn’t help but smile as I watched him. We’d been married for a while now, and even with two little ones in tow, there was still something so comforting about his presence. He was the same Damian I had fallen for years ago—strong, caring, and somehow managing to make everything feel like it was meant to be. In the backseat, our twins were giggling, their laughter infectious. Emily, our daughter, had her little pigtails bounc
The reception was in full swing, a beautiful celebration of Sierra and Damian’s union. The guests were enjoying themselves, the hum of conversations mixing with the soft melodies playing in the background. Everywhere you looked, there was laughter, joy, and an overwhelming sense of love in the air. The newlyweds were on the dance floor, their smiles never fading as they danced with each other, occasionally stealing glances at their friends and family who were watching in admiration. The tables, laden with delicious food and drinks, were surrounded by people chatting away and sharing stories. It was a night that everyone would remember, one that felt like the beginning of a new chapter for not only Sierra and Damian but for everyone who loved them. But the best part of the evening was yet to come—the speeches. As the evening went on, the time came for the people closest to the couple to stand up and share their thoughts. One by one, guests stood to offer their congratulations, their
The day had arrived—the long-awaited wedding of Damian and Sierra. The sun hung high in the sky, casting its golden glow over the lush gardens where the ceremony would take place. It was the kind of weather that felt perfect, as though the universe itself had aligned for this moment. The soft rustle of leaves in the breeze and the gentle hum of excited voices filled the air, creating an atmosphere of warmth and love. This was a day that would be etched in their memories forever. Sierra stood backstage, her heart racing. She had been waiting for this day for so long, but now that it was finally here, it all felt so surreal. Her wedding dress, a delicate blend of lace and satin, shimmered softly in the light as she adjusted the final touches. Her hair, styled in loose waves, was adorned with a delicate tiara that made her feel like a princess. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, barely recognizing the woman looking back at her. She looked like a dream, but the dream was real
Damian and I had been preparing for this day for weeks. The day I would finally meet his parents—his formidable, larger-than-life parents, who had raised a man as complex and brilliant as Damian. My nerves were getting the best of me, but he was by my side, his usual calm demeanor reassuring me, even though I knew this would be a turning point in our relationship. We arrived at his family’s manor just as the evening sun began to dip, casting a warm golden light over the grand, old building. The manor had an elegant charm to it, with ivy climbing up the stone walls and a well-kept garden that gave off an air of old money. I had heard a lot about his parents from Damian, but there was nothing that could prepare me for actually meeting them. Damian opened the door for me with a small, encouraging smile, taking my hand in his as we approached the grand entrance. As soon as the door swung open, his mother’s voice rang out from inside. “Damian! There you are!” she called, her tone a mix
I watched as Damian entered our home, his posture slumped, clearly exhausted from his day. It was unusual for him to look so worn out; he usually carried himself with an air of unshakable confidence. As soon as I saw the fatigue in his eyes, I couldn't help but rush to him. Without thinking, I stood
Damian sat in the large, sterile dining room of his parents' manor, the overwhelming sense of anticipation now replaced by a suffocating tension. His mother’s eyes burned with fury as she stared at him, waiting for the next words to come out of his mouth, as if she could sense he was holding somethi
Damian sat back in the leather chair, the quiet hum of the city outside filtering through the window. He could feel the weight of the day bearing down on him, a culmination of weeks of planning, anticipation, and a growing sense of excitement. It was hard to believe that just a few days ago, he had
After the proposal, the world seemed to slow down for a moment. Damian’s arms wrapped around me, holding me close, and for the first time in a long time, I felt like everything was falling into place. I could feel the warmth of the people around us, their happiness radiating in every cheer and smile
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