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In the dark underworld of organized crime, where loyalty is prized and trust is rare, a forbidden romance blossoms between Amelia, a struggling artist, and Sebastian Moretti, the enigmatic mafia boss. When their paths collide after A...
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It's already past midnight pero eto parin ako nagmamadaling tumakbo papasok sa loob ng condo building ni Mr. Jones, para lang ma ideliver sa kanya ang requested abstract painting na napili nya mula sa small studio na pag mamay ari ko.
I know it may sound strange why I personally delivered my painting to him at this hour? But you know, I was a struggling artist na walang koneksyon sa industriya at hindi rin kilala. Isa pa I don't trust the couriers enough to send off my painting to Mr. Jones.
Mas gusto kong ako nalang. Beside it is simply my way of showing gratitude towards him.
Malaki din kase ang pasasalamat ko sa matandang yon dahil siya lang ang bukod tanging suki ko pagdating sa ganitong bagay.
I don't even know what's on his mind why he buys a lot of my paintings? But for me, he seems like an influential art collector na nagkaron lang ng interest sa mga gawa ko.
Pero pwede rin naman na baka naawa lang sya sa akin? Kaya kung kada linggo sya bumili ng mga paintings ko? I don't know? Pero hindi naman ako nagrereklamo. In fact I was thankful.
Because of him I survived my daily necessity.
But still hindi naman masamang mangarap diba? Kagaya ng kelan kaya marerecognized ang talent ko? Minsan kase naiisip ko. I need a breakthrough! An opportunity to showcase my work to the right people.
Pero parang imposible. I don't have connections.
I sighed on that thought.
I was running until I reached the front desk of this hotel.
The lobbyist knew me already pero this time hindi nya ako binati...she seems so anxious.
Weird!
Pinagsawalang bahala ko nalang iyon at itinuloy na ang pagtakbo.
I catched my own breath ng makapasok ako sa loob ng elevator while holding my painting tightly againts my chest.
"Anong floor nga ba ulit ang unit ni Mr. Jones?" pagkausap ko sa sarili habang hinihingal
The elevator door was about to closed pero biglang may huramarang na malapad na kamay sa bukana nito dahilan ng pagbukas nitong muli.
I bit my lower lips and had no choice kundi ang tumabi at don mapunta sa pinakadulo since madami silang papasok.
A group of '6 ft. tall men wearing a black tuxedo enter inside this elavator, bago sumunod ang isa pa at pumwesto sa pinaka unahan. I am unable to see his face or determine his physique since nahaharangan sya ng apat sa harapan ko, but you can't deny the fact that his aura is infathomable among the four.
I sense it.
It could be their boss or something. I'm not sure? Pero honestly speaking yung apat mukhang mga bodyguards while the man in front looks like a businessman, or pwede ring hindi? Ay ewan! Ba't pati ba yon pinoproblema ko pa? Tss.
