POSSESSIVE HUSBAND 2

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~CHRIS BRADFORD ~
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P R O L O G U E

“Are you guys joking, right?”

“No, son.”

Sagot sa kanya ng kanyang daddy. Kilalanin si Maeve Cromwell, ang nagiisang anak ng isang mayamang businessman di lang sa Pilipinas kundi pati na rin sa buong panig ng mundo.

Maeve is a Gay na kilala bilang isang dress designer. Sikat lahat ng kanyang ubra dahil na rin sa mamahalin ito at makakaagaw pansin ang desenyo.

“What? Di pwede Dad! Bakit naman ako ikakasal sa isang lalaki? At mas malala pa isang irresponsible guy pa talaga?”

Pagtatagi nito sa kagustuhan ng magulang. Oo ikakasal sa isang lalaking kahit kailan ay ayaw niyang makilala at makasalamuha man lang.

“Wala bang iba? Ayaw kong mamatay ang mga anak ko - kung sakali mang meron - Dad! Naman bakit pa sa Chris Bradford nayun!!”

“Wala ka nang magagawa, anak. We promised before na ikakasal namin sa isa’t isa ang mga anak namin. That’s our way to make our relationship still connected on each other.”

“Whatever you like it or not. The marriage is still going on. And we planned to announce this to the whole world.”

Di na maiwasan ni Maeve na maging matamlay at parang nawalan na ng ganang mabuhay dahil sa kasunduan na iyon. Bakit nito idadamay ang sarili niya sa kanilang walang kwentang kasunduan?

Lalo na at wala naman siyang kinalaman sa connection na meron sila. Kahit ano man ang gagawin niya ay walang siyang magagawa nasa tamang edad na siya at sigurado yun ang magiging rason nito.

Ano kaya ang magiging kahinatnan ng lahat kapag naikasal ang dalawang puso na ayaw sa isa’t isa? Kahit si Chris ay wala ding magagawa kapag ito ang kagustuhan ng magulang. Tatanggapin niya ito kahit ano man ang kahinatnan ng lahat lalo na at alam at kilalang-kilala niya ang taong ikakasal sa kanya. Aayaw man siya ay wala na siyang magagawa.

Magiging magkasundo pa ba ang dalawa sa oras na ikasal na ito? Paano kung may kontrata itong ipapagawa na siyang dahilan para mahulog ang pusong ayaw sa isa’t isa.

ABANGAN!!

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Maeve Cromwell

“Aargh! Kailangan pa talagang magpagada para lang sa lalaking ‘yon?!”

Isang sigaw ang pinakawalan ko habang nakatitig sa sarili ko sa salamin. Black dress. Black lipstick. Black makeup. Para akong kontrabida sa teleserye - at ‘yan mismo ang goal ko.

Chris Bradford
.

Fiancé ko raw. Hindi ko maalala kung kailan ako pumirma para doon, pero ayon sa mga magulang ko, kasali na raw ako sa ‘future ng negosyo.’

I hate him.

We’re friends - but not the kind you’d want. Kami yung tipong nagkakabanggaan sa hallway pero hindi nagkakamustahan. Alam ko ang bawat kasinungalingan niya, bawat babaeng dinala niya sa kama niya, bawat pa-cool na ngiti niya sa media.

At oo, naging “okay” naman kami dati. Pero never kaming naging close.

Flashback - Three Years Ago

First time ko siyang nakilala was during a private charity ball. Ako pa noon ay bago sa modeling industry, at siya naman ay ‘yung golden boy ng high society - mayaman, gwapo, may sarili pang brand ng alak.

“Maeve Cromwell,” he said, habang may hawak na baso ng wine. “You’re the trans model everyone’s talking about.”

“Wow,” I replied flatly. “Thanks for starting with my gender. Not awkward at all.”

He chuckled. “Relax. I meant it in a good way. You’re making waves.”

That was our first conversation. Akala ko, baka okay siyang tao. Pero habang lumipas ang mga buwan, mas lalo ko siyang nakilala. Babaero. Mayabang. Mahilig sa attention.

We became… acquaintances. Sometimes we’d drink with the same circle. Sometimes he’d walk me to my car. Sometimes, he’d even call me “M” and pretend we were cool. But behind all of it, I knew what he really was - fake.

Flashback - A Year Ago

“Ano?”

Nabitawan ko ang hawak kong glass noon.
“You’re marrying me off?”

“Hindi lang basta kasal, anak,”
sabi ni Daddy.
“It’s a merger. Your marriage to Chris will secure the partnership between Cromwell Ventures and Bradford Holdings. Isa itong power move. Para sa future.”

“Future ng sino? Sa’min ba, o sa kumpanya niyo?”

Mom tried to calm me down.
“Maeve, this will elevate your influence. You’ll be unstoppable. Bradford’s name will give you coverage at the Western market-”

“No. I’m not a product.”

I tried to fight it. Lumaban ako. Pero sa mundo ng mga mayayaman, minsan kahit ‘yung katawan mo, ‘pag nakatali sa kontrata, hindi na rin iyo.

Back to Present

Kaya eto ako ngayon. Naka-itim na dress na para akong pupunta sa lamay ng sarili kong kalayaan.

“Anak, hayaan mo na. Gusto ka lang niyang makita,”
narinig kong sabi ni Daddy mula sa labas ng kwarto habang inaayos ko ang buhok ko.

“Eew, Dad. Can we stop calling him my fiancé? Kahit asawa, nasusuka akong pakinggan. Sa dami ng lalaki sa mundo, siya pa talaga ang napili mo?”

“I explained it already,”
he replied, his tone tired.
“I know you don’t want this, but-”

“Exactly! ‘But’ is the problem! Bakit pa kasi kailangan ng koneksyon-koneksyon? This is why I hate being an only child. Wala akong kaagaw, kaya ako ang ginagawang pambayad-utang.”

Hindi na siya sumagot. Napabuntong-hininga na lang siya bago sinabi kung saan ako hinihintay ng ‘lalaking ‘yon.’

Ugh.

Tinapik ko ang pisngi ko para mapanatili ang aura ng confidence. Bawat hakbang palabas ng kwarto ay parang pakikidigma, paano ba naman hindi pang dinner ang suot ko. I wore a soldier paint dress with a slit on the side hips. Pagdating ko sa sala, lahat ng mata ay napalingon sa akin.

Mission accomplished!

Mom looked away. Dad sighed. Chris?

He grinned.

Tangina.

“What are you doing?”
tanong ni Dad, pero si Mommy? Sanay na. She knows how I play this game. When I don’t want something, I destroy it.

“Shall we?”

Tumalikod na ako, sabay flip ng buhok habang dumaan kay Chris. Narinig ko pa ang mahinang mura ni Daddy sa likod.

Good. Mas mainis kayo. Wala namang kasalang mangyayari.

Pagdating namin sa kotse, tumayo lang ako sa gilid at naghintay. He was already walking to the driver’s side when I cleared my throat - loud enough to snap his attention.

Nagkatinginan kami. Nakataas ang kilay ko.

“What are you doing? Open the door,”
sabi ko, cold at walang emosyon.

He sighed, walked around the car, and opened the passenger door like a gentleman he was clearly pretending to be.

I smiled. Fake, of course. And got in.

Maybe it’s harsh, but I don’t care. He’s faker than a showroom appliance, and I’m just here to make this arrangement crash and burn.

One date at a time.

•••
At the restaurant •••

“Table for two. Bradford reservation,”
Chris told the maître d’ with that same smooth confidence that used to make women giggle in interviews. Ako? I just rolled my eyes so hard baka mahulog ‘yung contact lens ko.

The place screamed pretentiously. Golden chandeliers, violin music, and waiters na parang mga robot sa sobrang bait. Of course, dito niya ako dadalhin - sa lugar na puno ng mga taong mahilig magpanggap na masaya habang inuubo sa presyo ng wine.

“Nice place,”
I said, faking a smile as we sat down.
“Very… you.”

He smirked.
“You look different today.”

“Different bad or different good?”
I shot back, crossing my legs.

“Different… like you’re trying too hard not to care.”

Napasinghap ako.
“Wow. Psychoanalyzing me already? Do you do this to all your future wives?”

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table.
“No. Only to the ones who wear war paint for dinner.”

“War paint makes me feel alive,”
I said, twirling my fork.
“You should try it sometime. Maybe black lipstick will distract people from your trust issues.”

He chuckled softly - irritatingly charming, as always.
“You haven’t changed, Maeve. Still sharp as ever.”

“Sharp enough to cut through bullshit.”

Silence. A few seconds of uncomfortable eye contact. The kind where both of you are pretending you don’t care but your pulse betrays you.

The waiter arrived, mercifully.
“For you, ma’am?”

“Steak. Rare,”
I said.

“For me, same,”
Chris added.

“Copying my order now? How romantic.”

He ignored that, reaching for the wine menu.
“You still drink?”

“Only when I’m forced to sit through corporate blind dates.”

“I’ll take that as a yes,”
he said, signaling the waiter.

•••
Half an hour later •••

The steak was perfect. The conversation - not so much.

“So,”
he said, cutting into his food.
“You’re still modeling?”

“Sometimes. But mostly I help run the Cromwell Ventures’ PR branch

(kahit di naman namin yun business para may isagot lang dauil alam naman niya business ng Daddy ko).

You know - damage control from Dad’s questionable business alliances. Like this one.”

“You mean me?”

I smiled sweetly.
“You said it, not me.”

He sighed, finally putting down his utensils.
“Look, Maeve… I didn’t want this either.”

I froze, fork halfway to my mouth.
“What?”

“Yeah,”
he continued, shrugging.
“You think I’m thrilled about being tied to someone who probably dreams about stabbing me with her eyeliner pencil?”

”…Only sometimes, good for you. You recognize my gender, i like that.”
I muttered, narrowing my eyes.
“Wait, so you’re saying you’re being forced too?”

He leaned back, eyes serious now.
“My dad’s pushing it. He wants the merger more than I do. It’s business. Always is and yeah i know you’re a transgender.”

For the first time, I didn’t have a comeback. Maybe because - and I hated to admit it - he looked sincere.

“So what now?”
I asked finally.
“We pretend to fall in love for the sake of our parents’ stocks?”

“Or,”
he said slowly, smirking again,
“we play the game our way.”

I frowned.
“Meaning?”

“Meaning we pretend just enough to make them think it’s working - and while they’re busy celebrating, we find a way out. You and me, partners in crime.”

I blinked, caught off guard.
“You’re insane.”

“Probably. But you hate this as much as I do, right?”

I stared at him, the man I swore I’d never trust. His eyes - sharp, calculating, too calm for my liking - met mine with something unexpected. A deal. A spark.

For the first time that night, I laughed.
“Fine. But just so we’re clear - this partnership? Purely transactional.”

“Of course,”
he said with a small grin.
“Until it’s not.”

I rolled my eyes.
“Don’t get cute, Bradford.”

“Oh, but I’m naturally charming.”

“Charming my ass.”

He raised his glass.
“To mutually assured destruction?”

I clinked mine against his.
“To the downfall of this stupid engagement.”

And as the glasses touched, I didn’t realize then - that was the exact moment the game stopped being pretend.

To be continued…