BINI IMAGINES (Ot8 x Female reader)
Female Reader ONLY
❗️Men DNI🚫 ❗️
𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗿
This is book is pure fictional and it's only entrainment, please separate fiction from reality.
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7/10
MILES' POV
I was sitting at my desk, the hum of fluorescent light above me blending into the eerie silence of the room. Cold. Still. Just how I like it. Across the hall, Jace was sprawled out on the couch, his injured leg propped up, snoring like a useless lump.
I clenched my jaw.
"Akala mo kakampi mo 'ko, Jace?" I muttered, a smirk curling on my lips. "I'm here to kill you, that's my mission." My fingers slowly drummed against the desk as I stared at the screen in front of me.
MISSION TO KILL Jacenth L. Ybañez
The cursor blinked—patient, waiting—until I began typing. Search: Kyla Fernandez Personal Assistant / Secretary
A photo popped up.
Angelo Troy Rivera
Young. Sharp. Loyal. Possibly too loyal. But that could work in my favor.
I leaned back in my chair and laced my fingers behind my head, staring at the photo of him on the screen. That guy didn't know how close he was to danger. Not just from the eight women constantly circling Kyla, but from Jace too.
"I'll help you protect Kyla," I whispered to the screen. "You just don't know it yet."
I track his location.
The small dot blinked on the map. Stationary. Calm. Exactly where I needed him to be.
I smirked. "There you are," I whispered, eyes gleaming with something between thrill and danger.
Without wasting another second, I closed the monitor, fingers dancing quickly across the keyboard to shut everything down. The screen went black. I locked it with a metallic click, stood up, and grabbed my jacket from the chair.
As I slid my arms through the sleeves, I glanced briefly at the dark hallway where Jace still lay unconscious in the other room.
"Sleep tight, bastard. You won't be waking up to the same game anymore."
And with that, I stepped out.
TIME SKIP – MILES' POV AT THE PARKING LOT NEAR THE CAFÉ
I sat in the driver's seat, head tilted toward the window, eyes locked on the movement across the street. There he was—Gelo. Kyla's assistant. Loyal. Observant. Too honest for this kind of world.
He was laughing with a friend. Probably a co-worker. I watched for a moment longer, then finally grabbed my hoodie and slipped out of the car.
My shoes crunched quietly on the gravel as I made my way inside the café. The smell of pastries and burnt coffee hit me, but I ignored it. I had one goal.
