Selena sat by the wide glass window of her condo, the Manila skyline glittering like a field of diamonds beneath the midnight sky. She hadn’t slept—hindi rin naman siya makakatulog pagkatapos ng nangyari kanina. Damien’s face still burned in her memory: the fury in his eyes, the hunger he could no longer hide.
And that was her advantage.
“Ganito ka ba talaga, Damien?” she whispered to herself, tracing the rim of her wine glass with a finger. “The more you resist, the more you crave. At ngayon… ako naman ang maglalaro.”
Her chest tightened as she remembered the countless times she begged, knees bruised from humiliation, tears staining her face, habang tinalikuran lang siya ni Damien for power and his cursed family. That girl was dead now. Wala na ang Selanang iyon.
Ngayon, she was fire—
