LOVE CONTRACT: THE BILLIONAIRE'S WIFE

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THE VIDEO

MINSAN talaga, isang iglap lang ang kailangan para gumuho ang katahimikan ng buhay mo.

Isang pindot.

Isang upload.

Isang video.

At sa loob ng ilang oras, umiikot na ang buhay niya kasama si Tyrone.

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CAUGHT ON CAM: TYRONE KNIGHT FOURNIER SPOTTED WITH MYSTERY WOMAN IN PRIVATE ROOM

VIRAL VIDEO SPARKS RUMORS: WHO IS THE WOMAN WITH BILLIONAIRE TYRONE KNIGHT FOURNIER?”

MIDNIGHT CONTROVERSY: TYRONE KNIGHT FOURNIER AND UNKNOWN WOMAN SEEN ENTERING PRIVATE SUITE

Sunod-sunod ang notifications sa cellphone niya—missed calls mula sa kanyang secretary, text messages mula sa PR team, at dose-dosenang balita na hindi niya pa man nabubuksan ay alam na niyang hindi maganda ang laman.

“Damn it…”

Umupo siya sa gilid ng kama, hinagod ang mukha. Ramdam niya ang bigat sa dibdib bago pa man niya pindutin ang link na ipinadala ng sekretarya niya.

Isang maikling video ang bumungad sa screen.

Malabo. Medyo maalog.

Pero malinaw ang mga mukha.

Siya.

At ang babaeng kasama niya kahapon.

Si Belle.

Kita kung paano niya inalalayan ang babae papasok sa isang private room ng hotel. Kita kung paano niya binuksan ang pinto. Kita kung paano nagsara iyon sa likod nila.

Walang audio.

Walang konteksto.

Pero sa mata ng publiko—sapat na iyon.

“Putang—” naputol ang mura niya nang tumunog ang cellphone.

Tumatawag ang kaibigan niyang si Ian.

"Emergency. Now!" sabi ng nasa kabilang linya bago pinutol ang tawag.

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Sa isang dimly lit private booth ng upscale bar, nakaupo si Tyrone sa sofa, nakatingin sa screen ng tablet habang naka-play ang leaked video nila ni Belle. Kabilang sa booth ang kanyang mga kaibigan—Ian, Liam, Zeke, at Troy. May halo ng seryosong usapan at pang-aasar ang kanilang tono.

“Bro… look at the video,” sabi ni Ian habang nakatingin sa video. “Imagine this sa social media. Even if it’s just you being careful, may mga taong mababaw agad mag-assume… ‘Tyrone Knight at random girl, private room.’ Boom! Scandal.”

Tumingin si Tyrone sa kanila, half annoyed, half frustrated. “Guys, really. I can do a press conference. I’ll say clearly—it was an accident. Nothing inappropriate happened. Problem solved.”

Napailing si Liam. “Presscon? Bro… presscon will only make it worse. Think about it. People love drama. Even if you tell the truth—you get to cleared your image, but social media will twist it: ‘Opportunist girl gets close to billionaire.’ Boom! This poor girl gets dragged, you get blamed for the scandal. Netizens will eat it up. You wanna ruin her day too?”

Tyrone sighed, medyo tense. “Yeah… I get it, pero… hindi naman nila masasabi na sinadya ko. Right?”

Zeke pinakita ang tablet ulit, may screenshot na lumalabas sa video: Si Belle nakatingin sa kanya, medyo confused at vulnerable. “Exactly. That’s the problem. Even if innocent, she looks like she’s… um… involved. People love to label. Opportunist. Gold-digger. Anything negative. Would you want that on her? Or it's okay to you to leave her alone from the cruelty of social media?”

Napatawa si Troy, “Bro, baka ikaw pa ang mas stress kaysa kay Belle! Haha! You think about presscon, she’s the one who might take the hit online. You think public is kind to girls in leaked videos? Nope. Opportunist. Manipulative. Drama. You get the picture.”

Napatingin si Tyrone sa kanila, seryoso na ngayon. “…Fine. I get it. So, I can’t just say it happened by accident?”

Ian leaned back, a mischievous smile was written on his face. “Nope. Presscon is equals to instant speculation. You’re a billionaire, everyone is watching you. Every word, every expression will be analyzed. After presscon, you get your name cleared. Belle’s image? Ruined in 24 hours. Your image? Safe, but only if you control the narrative.”

Liam chimed in, “Controlled narrative equals Love Contract. Simple. Official, on paper, public. You protect your image, she’s safe from backlash, investors stay calm. Social media spins it? No problem. You’re ‘dating.’ People eat that up. Everyone wins. And no one questions it… because rules.”

Tyrone crossed his arms, leaning back, half smirk, half exasperated. “So… let me get this straight. I can either:

Do a presscon, risk Belle getting dragged, netizens calling her opportunist, gold-digger, manipulative… yada yada…

Sign a contract, call it a relationship, public spins it positively, everyone’s happy… including Belle.”

Zeke nodded. “Exactly. On paper. Controlled. No surprises. You get to keep your freedom, she gets protection. Media thinks romance, social media eats it up, investors sleep easy.”

Troy raised his glass. “And the best part? You get to avoid being the bad guy publicly. Genius move, bro. Million-dollar idea is right here.”

Tyrone sighed deeply, pinisil ang tulay ng ilong. “…Fine. But she better understand the rules. Walang emotional entanglement, walang surprises, no… stupid internet drama. I’m not losing my sanity over a fake relationship.”

Ian leaned forward, may smirk pa rin sa mukha. “Relax, bro. We will handle everything. Contract is simple, public, but controlled. Belle gets protected, you get saved. Rules clear: date on paper, nothing else unless you want. Simple billionaire problem-solving. Classic.” Sabay apir kay Liam.

Sunod-sunod ang pagbuntong-hininga ni Tyrone, pero alam niyang may punto sila. “…Okay. Love Contract it is. But damn it… I hope she’s cooperative.”

Tumawa lamang si Liam, sabay inom ng beer. “She will be. Just watch. Public loves this kind of drama. But everything's safe. Contract protects you both.”

Pinagmamasdan ni Tyrone ang screen, kitang-kita si Belle sa video, so confused and innocent. Saka siya nahulog sa malalim na pag-iisip. Ayaw niyang madamay ito sa gulong kinakaharap niya ngayon. Besides, there was this mysterious thing about her that he couldn't explain why he was so concerned for this girl. “Yeah… she’s too pure for this internet circus. Fine. Let’s do it. Love Contract.”