Her Sperm Donor Is A Billionaire

Secret Acquisitions (Mateo's Pov)

“Baby, sure ka bang okay lang na mag-isa ka muna sa penthouse tonight? May emergency meeting pa ako sa investors.”

I leaned against the kitchen island, phone sa tenga, watching Ysabel pour red wine into two glasses. She looked tired pero still beautiful—hair loose, silk robe slipping off one shoulder. Yung tipong kahit pagod, gusto mo pa rin hawakan.

She handed me one glass. “Okay lang. Matagal ba?”

“Two, three hours max. May problema sa Singapore expansion funds. Need ko i-smooth over bago mag-collapse ‘yung negotiation.”

She sipped slowly. Eyes searching mine. “You’ve been… distant lately. Parang may iniisip ka palagi.”

I forced a smile. The one na lagi kong ginagamit sa kanya. “Stressed lang. Board drama, Cynthia’s mess, tapos ‘yung will clause mo. Alam mo naman.”

She nodded pero hindi convinced. “Just come home early. Miss kita.”

I kissed her forehead. Quick. Controlled. “Promise. Love you.”

“Love you more.”

I grabbed my keys and left.

Sa elevator pababa, pinindot ko ang button para sa underground parking. Hindi ko tinignan ang reflection ko sa mirrored wall. Ayaw kong makita kung gaano kasakit ngiti ko ngayon.

Pagdating sa kotse, hindi ko sinimulan agad. Instead, I opened my second phone—the burner na walang pangalan, walang picture, walang trace. May one unread message.

From: Ghost

“Wire confirmed. 8.2M PHP landed sa Cayman account. Next tranche tomorrow, same time. Don’t be greedy.”

I exhaled. Long. Shaky.

Hindi ito unang beses. Pero ngayon mas malaki. Mas delikado. Kasi hindi na ‘to para sa amin ni Cynthia. Ito na ‘yung para sa plano ko na talagang makawala sa lahat—sa Ysabel, sa company, sa buhay na pinilit kong gawin.

I typed back.

“Send proof of receipt. Then delete thread.”

Seconds later, screenshot ng bank transfer. Clean. Untraceable. Or so I thought.

I started the car. Pero hindi ako nag-drive papuntang Makati para sa “meeting.” Nag-drive ako papuntang BGC, sa isang low-profile co-working space na may private room na binook ko under fake name.

Pagpasok ko sa room, andun na si Cynthia. Nakaupo sa couch, legs crossed, red dress tight, eyes red-rimmed.

“Tumawag ka ba talaga sa akin para mag-meeting?” tanong niya agad. Voice brittle. “O para lang makita mo kung gaano pa rin kasama ang pakiramdam ko pagkatapos mong hayaan akong itapon sa labas ng building mo?”

I locked the door. “Both.”

She stood up. Fast. Walked straight to me. Hinampas niya ang dibdib ko. Hindi malakas. Pero paulit-ulit.

“Bakit, Mateo? Bakit mo ako pinabayaan? Sinabi mo sa akin na magtiwala ka. Na may plano ka. Tapos bigla akong unemployed, branded as forger, at ikaw—ikaw pa rin ang fiancé niya!”

I caught her wrists. Not gentle. “Because I needed her to trust me more than ever. Kung nahuli ka agad, matagal pa bago ko makuha ‘yung access codes sa main accounts.”

She laughed. Broken. “Access codes? So that’s it? Lahat ng ‘I love you’ mo sa kanya, para lang makapasok ka sa sistema?”

“Hindi lahat.” I pulled her closer. “Pero karamihan, oo.”

She stopped struggling. Looked up at me. Tears streaking mascara.

“You’re a monster.”

“I know.”

Then she kissed me.

Hard. Angry. Teeth clashing. Parang gusto niyang saktan ako sa labi. I kissed back. Harder. Pushed her against the wall. Hands roaming. Not love. Possession. Desperation.

When we broke apart, both panting.

“Gaano karami na?” tanong niya. Voice hoarse.

“Eight-point-two million. So far.”

Her eyes widened. “Jesus, Mateo. That’s… that’s enough to start over. Tayo. Sa ibang bansa. Walang Ysabel. Walang board. Walang will.”

I cupped her face. Thumb wiping her tears. “Soon. Pero kailangan ko pa ng isa pang tranche. Then another. Hanggang maabot natin ‘yung twenty-five million. Enough para mawala tayo nang tuluyan.”

She searched my eyes. “At paano kung mahuli ka? Paano kung makita niya ‘yung discrepancies?”

“I’m planting the trails already. Small ones. Redirected to her Germany account. ‘Yung isa na pinag-uusapan nila ni Henry Blackthorn.”

Cynthia’s brows furrowed. “Henry Blackthorn? Sino ‘yun?”

“Someone she’s been talking to. Secretly. Late-night calls. Encrypted messages. Hindi ko pa alam kung bakit. Pero gagamitin ko ‘yun. Kung may mangyaring audit, siya ‘yung lalabas na may problema. Hindi ako.”

She stared at me. Long. Then:

“You’re really going to frame her? ‘Yung babaeng minahal mo noon?”

“I never loved her the way I love you.” I kissed her again. Slower this time. “I just loved what she could give me.”

Cynthia pulled back slightly. “At ako? Ano ako sa’yo?”

“You’re the reason I’m doing this.” I pressed my forehead to hers. “You’re the only real thing left.”

She closed her eyes. “Then prove it. Right now.”

I didn’t hesitate.

We moved to the couch. Clothes came off fast. No romance. Just need. Just escape. Her nails dug into my back. I gripped her hips hard enough to bruise. We were punishing each other. For the lies. For the waiting. For the pain we caused.

After, we lay tangled. Sweaty. Silent.

Then her phone buzzed.

She reached for it. Read. Face paled.

“Anong sabi?” tanong ko.

“Anonymous tip. May nag-leak ng partial ledger sa isang finance forum. May nakapansin na may unusual transfers mula sa Montoya accounts. Hindi pa specific. Pero may nagta-tag sa akin.”

My stomach dropped.

“Delete it. Block the sender.”

“Too late. May repost na. At may nag-ask kung connected ba ‘to sa recent board drama.”

I sat up. Grabbed my own phone—the real one.

Opened the company app. Checked the main ledger.

Small discrepancies. Pero visible na. Someone was already looking.

“Shit.”

Cynthia sat up too. Wrapped the throw blanket around herself.

“Mateo… anong plano mo ngayon?”

I stared at the screen. Numbers mocking me.

“I need to accelerate. One big pull. Tonight. Enough to disappear.”

“You’re crazy. Baka mahuli ka agad.”

“Better than getting caught slow.”

She grabbed my arm. “Don’t. Please. Maghintay muna. Baka kaya pa nating i-cover.”

I looked at her. Saw the fear. Real fear. Not for herself. For me.

And something inside me cracked.

“Hindi ko na kaya pang maghintay, Cyn.” My voice broke. “Kasi alam kong darating ‘yung araw na pipili siya. At hindi ako ‘yun. Hindi na.”

She cupped my face. “Then take me with you. Now. Walang pera pa. Walang plano. Tayo lang.”

I almost said yes.

Pero tumunog ang phone ko.

Ysabel.

Incoming call.

I stared at the screen.

Cynthia saw it too.

“Don’t answer,” she whispered.

But I did.

“Hello?”

“Mateo? Nasaan ka?” Ysabel’s voice. Calm. Too calm.

“Meeting pa. Almost done. Bakit?”

Silence. Then:

“May tumawag sa akin galing sa finance. May nakita silang anomaly sa accounts. Twenty million missing. In tranches.”

My blood ran cold.

“Anong sabi mo?”

“They’re calling an emergency board meeting. Tomorrow morning. And they want full access logs. Including yours.”

I swallowed. “I’ll be there.”

“Mateo…” Her voice softened. Almost tender. “Kung may alam ka, sabihin mo sa akin ngayon. Bago pa lumala.”

I closed my eyes.

“I don’t know anything, baby. Promise.”

Another pause.

“Okay. See you at home.”

She hung up.

Cynthia was staring at me. Tears fresh.

“She knows.”

“Hindi pa. Pero malapit na.”

I stood. Started dressing.

“Anong gagawin mo?” tanong niya.

I looked at her. Really looked.

“I’m going to make one last transfer. Right now. Then we disappear. Tonight.”

She stood too. Naked. Vulnerable. Terrified.

“At ako?”

I pulled her close. Kissed her hard.

“You come with me. Or you stay and watch me burn alone.”

She didn’t answer right away.

Then, voice trembling:

“If I come… promise mo na hindi mo na siya titingnan ulit?”

I held her tighter.

“I promise.”

She nodded. Once.

“Okay. Let’s go.”

I grabbed my laptop from the bag.

Opened the backdoor access I’d set up months ago.

Typed the final command.

Transfer initiated.

25 million PHP.

To the same Cayman account.

Progress bar started.

50%…

75%…

Then the screen flashed red.

Access denied.

Firewall breach detected.

My hands froze.

Cynthia looked over my shoulder.

“Mateo… anong nangyari?”

I stared at the error message.

Someone beat me to it.

Someone locked me out.

And in the corner of the screen, a small notification popped.

From: Internal Audit Alert

“Suspicious activity flagged. User: MCORTEZ. Session terminated.”

I felt the room tilt.

They knew.

They f*****g knew.

Cynthia’s voice, small. Broken.

“What do we do now?”

I looked at her.

Then at the door.

Then back at the laptop.

And I said the only thing left.

“Run.”