His Six Months Rule

YAEL 2

Yael pov

The city never really slept.

Especially not inside the private penthouse suite of Vergara Tower the crown jewel of the skyline. Ang mga ilaw ay para iyong mga bituin na kumikinang at nagbibigay liwanag sa gabi. He love night life, pakiramdam niya malaya siya, pakiramdam niya ay di siya nag iisa.

Soft jazz music played in the background, perfectly blending with the hum of the night. Crystal glasses clinked as expensive champagne poured like water. Designer dresses, glittering jewelry, seductive laughter. Every corner of the room whispered luxury. And at the center of it all is Yael Vergara. The man every woman either wanted to be… or to be with.

Nakasandal siya sa high-back leather couch, wearing a tailored black suit with the first few buttons of his white shirt undone, showing just enough skin to make the women around him lean closer. His dark hair fell messily, but artfully, framing a jawline so sharp it could cut glass.

Yael’s fingers loosely held a glass of champagne, swirling it like he owned the night.

Actually he did.

“Babe, you’re so quiet tonight,” a woman purred beside him, her perfectly manicured nails tracing the back of his hand. Lahat halos ng suot ng babae ay mula sa kanya, literal from head to toe. It's a perks of being his woman at masasabi niyang he is satisfying his woman needs.

He smirked lazily, the kind that sent a shiver down women’s spines. “Am I?” His voice was low, rich, and dangerous. Malapit na ang ikaanim na buwan ng babae sa kanya and everything has to end. Kailangan na niyang maghanap uli ng kapalit.

That's what he want, hindi niya gustong tumagal ng higit sa anim na buwan ang kanyang mga nagiging affair. Women is just an ache to a man like him, gagamitin lang siya ng mga ito as their atm machine and if you refuse to give them that money they will leave you like a trash, kaya bago paman humantong ang lahat sa ganun ay uunahan na niya. Di niya gustong maging biktima ng kahit na sinong babae lalo na kung mga babaeng cheap lang naman.

Alam naman niyang hindi lahat ng babae ay ganun lalo at nakikita naman niyang happy ang ilan sa kanyang mga kaibigan sa mga long time girlfriend ng mga ito. Pero dahil sa dinanas niya sa piling ng kanyang sariling ina noong iwanan sila nitong mag ama na parang wala lang ay doon siya nagtanim ng galit sa mga babae.

“Hmm,” she whispered, pouting a little. “Don’t tell me you’re already bored of me.”

A soft chuckle escaped his lips, deep and smooth. “Boredom,” he said, turning to look at her fully, “has a timeline.”

The woman’s face shifted subtly, parang namutla at alam na niya ang nga ganung drama, alam niyang manghihinayang ang mga babae pag natapos ang mga privileges na mayron ang mga ito habang ka relasyon siya, she knew exactly what he meant. Everyone did.

Six months.

That’s the rule.

Six months of passion, luxury, and no strings attached. Then she’s out of his life. Clean. No drama. No heartbreak at least, not for him.

The others just didn’t get that part. They always thought they’d be different. That they’d be the exception.

But Yael Vergara didn’t do exceptions.

“Relax, babe,” he added, leaning forward, his breath ghosting her ear. “You’ve still got… one week.” sabi pa niya dito.

Her laugh was forced, a touch too high. “You’re kidding.” parang pilit na sabi pa nito, nababakas niya ang tila sakit at tila pag asam ng babae na magtutuloy tuloy at mahihigitan nila ang six months.

Yael didn’t answer. He just smiled cold, charming, and they all no that there's nothing can change his rule.

Around them, the party roared on. Men in tuxedos, women in diamonds, laughter bouncing off marble walls. But Yael’s mind was elsewhere. The truth? This wasn’t exciting anymore. None of this was.

Once upon a time, this power this control had been intoxicating. Now, it just felt routine. Predictable.

Wala nang thrill. Nakakasawa din na ganun nalang palagi, women come and goes, walang ibang ginawa ang mga ito kundi ang sambahin siya na para bang isa siyang diyos dahil sa kanyang Pera, looks and status. Nakakapanlumo na tila iyon nalang ang mahalaga sa mundo, they can't see his value as a man. He don't know if he can still find someone that can accept him, yung hindi dahil sa kung ano ang meron siya.

He set his glass down and leaned back, watching the ceiling as if searching for something beyond the noise. Maybe because, deep down, he already knew: no matter how beautiful the woman, no matter how lavish the night it would always end the same way.

“Mr. Vergara,” a voice interrupted. One of his personal assistants stood nearby, holding a sleek black envelope. “The prenup extension for Miss Tessa has been prepared.”

Yael didn’t even glance at it. “Don’t bother.”

The assistant blinked. “Sir?”

“Her contract ends next week,” Yael replied flatly. “No extensions.”

The woman beside him stiffened. Yael didn’t bother explaining.

He had set this rule long ago six months only. He never broke it. Not for anyone.

It was cleaner that way. Emotions complicated things. Attachments destroyed people. He had seen it firsthand, growing up in a family where love was more of a weapon than a bond. He learned early that control was safer than love.

“Yael, babe…” Tessa whispered, forcing a seductive smile, “You don’t really mean that, right?”

He turned to her then eyes cold but beautiful. “I always mean what I say.”

She bit her lip, hoping the pout would sway him. It didn’t. It never did.

Someone approached from the side his friend Zandro and Lyndon. They are his friends. Actually marami sila and he meet Zandro way back college days naging senior niya ito sa isang fraternity and their friendship last kahit na pareho na silang tumiwalag sa fraternity. Naging kaibigan niya din ang kambal nitong mga kapatid na sina Zeus at Zion.

“Bro, I swear, ikaw lang ang kilala kong kayang magpaikot ng mga babae na parang naka-timer.” He laughed, handing him a fresh drink.

“Six months on the dot.” biro ni Lyndon.

Yael smirked, accepting the glass.

“That’s the point, bro. It keeps things… clean.” nakangising sagot niya sa dalawa.

“Or maybe,” Zach teased, leaning closer, “you’re just too damn scared to fall.” sabi pa nito na natumbok ang talagang reason kung bakit takot siya na lumawig ka ang ugnayan niya sa mga babae na nagiging short time fling niya.

Yael’s grip on the glass tightened for a fraction of a second barely noticeable. Then he laughed.

“Fall? That’s for people who like pain.” kibit balikat na sabi niya. He don't want to remember the pain he's been through, mula noong maliit pa siya hanggang ngayon ay dala niya pa rin ang sugat ng pag-iwan sa kanila ng kanyang ina.

“One day, may babaeng makakabasag din diyan sa rule mo.” Zandro shook his head, grinning.

“Not in this lifetime,” Yael replied, leaning back with his usual arrogance. “Walang babae ang makakabasag ng rules ko.” But even as he said it, a strange feeling tugged faintly in his chest, an itch he couldn’t name. Something restless. Something that felt too close to… emptiness.

“Sir,” another assistant approached, “your car is ready.”

Yael stood up, straightening his suit. The entire room seemed to straighten with him. Every movement deliberate, confident, lethal. Women’s eyes followed him like moths to a flame. He gave Tessa one last cool smile the kind that meant goodbye without words. He love attention and he got it without any effort.

“See you around, Tessa,” he said softly, walking past her.

“But Yael—” she called out, pero tuloy tuloy lang ang naging lakad niya. He didn’t turn back. He never did leave even a glance.

Sa labas ay sumalubong di masyadong malinis na hangin ng Maynila. Amoy usok pero malamig parin naman at kahit papaano ay masarap sa pakiramdam niya, wrapping around him as the city lights glittered below. His sleek black sports car waited by the entrance, engine purring. He slid inside, shutting out the noise, the faces, the fake affection.

As he drove through the empty highway, the lights blurring past, his reflection stared back at him from the rearview mirror sharp, cold, untouchable.

This was his life, the power, control, no attachments and no weakness.

No love.

And for the longest time… it worked.

But tonight, as he passed by a red light and stared at the endless stretch of road ahead, a quiet voice in his chest whispered what he refused to say out loud.

“And as always, after six months… she’s gone.”

Kailangan na naman niyang pakawalan ang isang tao sa buhay niya, it has to end early than to invest too much time then end up nothing. Matagal na panahon na naging ganun na ang kanyang routine, and he hate virgin women. Lahat ng kinakama niya ay tintiyak niyang game na uri ng babae, yung mga tipo ng babae na sanay na magpalipat lipat sa ibat ibang kama.

He love s*x, and he make sure na masasatisfy niya ang kanyang mga nakakasiping.