Chapter 19: Stolen heart, savage Rage
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Mula nang mangyari ang ambush, JV doubled the security around Gwen. Sa bawat galaw niya—pagbaba ng hagdan, paglabas ng garden, kahit simpleng pagpunta sa kusina—laging may dalawang bodyguard na sumusunod.
“JV, sobra na ’to,” reklamo ni Gwen isang umaga habang nag-aalmusal sila. “Hindi ako makahinga sa sobrang bantay.”
Pero JV, calm at serious, just sipped his coffee.
“Sweetheart, I’d rather you hate me for being overprotective than lose you dahil lang sa isang butas sa seguridad. Hindi kita ibibigay kahit kanino—lalo na sa ama mong walang puso.”
Gwen sighed, pero secretly she felt a warmth inside her chest. JV’s words weren’t just commands. They were vows.
The Calm Before the Storm
Gabi. Gwen was in her room, reading a book. JV was in his office, dealing with endless calls with lawyers and business allies. The mansion seemed quiet—too quiet.
Then suddenly, BOOM!
A loud explosion shook the walls. The electricity flickered. Security alarms blared.
“Sir! Breach! Breach in the east wing!” sigaw ng isa sa mga guwardiya.
Bago pa makapagsalita si Gwen, tatlong armadong lalaki in black tactical suits smashed into her room. “Come with us, Miss Ramirez!”
Gwen screamed. She tried to run, pero mabilis siyang nahawakan ng isa, tinakpan ang bibig, at pilit siyang hinihila palabas ng bintana.
“JV!!!” her muffled scream tore through the chaos.
The Beast Unleashed
The moment JV heard her scream, something inside him snapped. Hindi na siya ang cool, calculating billionaire. He became something else—something darker, something lethal.
He grabbed the nearest gun from his drawer, stormed out of his office like a hurricane. His men were already exchanging fire with the intruders. Pero JV had only one target: the men who dared touch his woman.
“Where is she?!” he roared, his voice echoing like thunder.
One of his guards pointed. “Sir, they’re heading to the east exit! They’ve got Miss Gwen!”
JV didn’t think. He just ran.
The Kidnapping
Sa labas, a van was waiting. The masked men shoved Gwen inside, tying her hands. She struggled, tears streaming down her face.
“Papa sent you, didn’t he?! Please—don’t do this!”
Pero walang sumagot. The van’s engine roared, ready to escape.
Then—BANG!
A single gunshot shattered the night. The driver slumped forward, a bullet hole in his skull. The van swerved, crashing into the gate.
Standing in the smoke, gun raised, eyes blazing with murderous fury—was JV.
The Reckoning
JV stormed the van like a devil unleashed. He shot two men without hesitation, bullets straight to the chest. Another tried to hold Gwen as a shield, pressing a knife to her throat.
“Back off or she dies!” the man shouted.
But JV only smirked, eyes cold, terrifying. “Wrong move. She’s mine. Do you really think I’ll miss?”
And with a single, precise shot, the man dropped dead—knife falling harmlessly to the floor.
Gwen gasped, shaking, tears streaming. “JV…”
He dropped the gun instantly, rushing to her, pulling her into his arms. His body trembled, not from fear, but from the sheer rage he had unleashed.
“Sweetheart,” he whispered hoarsely, kissing her hair, her face, her lips desperately. “I almost lost you. I almost—” His voice broke. “Never again. Never.”
The Aftermath in the Mansion
Back in their room, Gwen was still shaken. Her wrists bore red marks from the ropes, her lips quivered.
JV knelt in front of her, cupping her face. His usually sharp, untouchable eyes now glistened with raw emotion.
“I killed for you tonight,” he whispered, voice low, confessional. “And I’ll kill a thousand more if that’s what it takes. I don’t care if the world calls me a monster. For you, Gwen—I’ll be the devil himself.”
Gwen’s heart clenched. She touched his face gently, her tears falling.
“I don’t care what they call you. To me, you’re the man who saved me. You’re the man I love.”
The Bed of Fury and Love
That night, the fear turned into something else—something burning, unstoppable.
JV kissed her with wild desperation, pinning her down on the bed. His hands roamed her body, almost frantic, as if proving to himself that she was truly there, alive, safe.
“Mine,” he growled against her lips, down her neck, over her skin. “You’re mine, Gwen. No one takes you from me. Not even your father.”
She gasped, arching under him, whispering his name. “JV… I’m yours. Always yours.”
He made love to her like a man on fire, every thrust a vow, every kiss a promise. It was rough, raw, consuming—yet filled with aching tenderness whenever he whispered, “You scared me, sweetheart… I can’t lose you.”
And she clung to him just as desperately, answering with her body, her heart, her soul. That night, their bed became both a battlefield and a sanctuary—where possession turned into devotion, and fear turned into the fiercest love.
The Vow of War
When the dawn came, JV sat by the window, Gwen curled in his arms. His eyes burned with vengeance.
“This isn’t over,” he said quietly, dangerously. “Your father stole you from me once tonight. He’ll try again. But next time… I’ll end him.”
Gwen rested her hand on his chest, feeling the steady, unyielding beat of his heart.
“Then we end him together.”
And with that, husband and wife in spirit, lovers in fire, they prepared for the ultimate war—against blood, betrayal, and the empire of Don Emilio.
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