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CALISTA'S P. O. VThe drive home was a blur, the city lights blurring into streaks of color as I navigated the familiar streets. But my mind was far from the road; it was consumed by the mystery of the man at the cemetery, the man in black who had left a single white rose on my child’s grave.The encounter had left me unsettled, a chilling premonition of danger that clung to me like a second skin. It was a cryptic message, a silent threat, a disturbing reminder of the power Niccolo wielded, the reach of his influence, the lengths he was willing to go to to control me.But it was the mystery of the man's identity that truly unsettled me. It couldn't have been Niccolo. He didn't know I was pregnant; at mas lalong hindi n'ya alam at imposible n'yang malaman na nagka miscarriage ako. The only people who knew about my pregnancy and the miscarriage were my family, Calvin, and the medical professionals who had treated me. So, who was this man? And what did he want?My mind raced, trying to p
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CALISTA'S P. O. VThat night, I couldn't sleep. The quiet hum of my laptop was a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside me. The encounter at the cemetery, the mysterious man in black, the single white rose—it had all fueled my obsession, my determination to uncover the truth, to understand the forces at play. And that led me down a rabbit hole, a deep dive into the world of the Fibonaccis.My research began with the basics, the public information readily available online. Rexia and Solomon Fibonacci, the infamous power couple at the helm of a vast, sprawling criminal empire. Their names were synonymous with power, wealth, and ruthlessness. But as I delved deeper, beyond the surface-level information, I uncovered something more, something more sinister, something more personal.I discovered that Rexia and Solomon had two children, two heirs to their criminal empire. Niccolo, the elder son, was already well-known, his reputation preceding him like a dark shadow. But the younger ch
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CALISTA'S P. O. VThe information I’d uncovered hung over me like a dark cloud, a chilling reminder of the world I’d stepped into, the danger I’d unknowingly embraced.It was a world of power, wealth, and ruthlessness, a world where the lines between right and wrong were blurred, where morality was a luxury few could afford. And I, unwittingly, had been playing in this world for far too long.A wave of amazement washed over me, a sense of disbelief that such a world, such a level of depravity, could actually exist. The Fibonacci family, their vast criminal empire, their intricate network of accomplices and collaborators—it was all so surreal, so unbelievable, that I found myself questioning my own sanity. Akala ko kasi dati, sa mga novel lang may gano'n. It felt like something out of a movie, a twisted, dark fantasy. But it was real. It was my reality.And the irony was crushing. I, a simple fashion designer, had unknowingly lived in the very house where one of the biggest raids in the
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CALISTA'S P. O. VDahil nasa journey na rin naman ako ng pagre research tungkol sa mga Fibonacci, sa dating may ari ng bahay na nabili ko, nilubos lubos ko na. I called for Pamela and asked if we could meet. Buti na lang at pumayag s'ya.The cafe was quiet, the low hum of conversation a gentle backdrop to the gravity of our conversation. Pamela sat across from me, her usual cheerful demeanor replaced by a look of concern. I’d sought her out, driven by a need to share my discovery, to confirm my suspicions, to unravel the mystery surrounding the mansion I now called home.I recounted my findings, the details of my research into the Fibonacci family, the revelation of Niccolo’s identity, the history of the raid that had taken place within those very walls. I spoke of the anonymous tip, the sudden abandonment of the property, the lingering sense of unease that had haunted me since I’d moved in.Pamela listened intently, her eyes widening with each revelation. She already knew the history
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CALISTA'S P. O. VPagkatapos ng naging pag uusap namin ni Pamela, bigla kong naisipan na tawagan at kamustahin din si Jelai.Pero inabot na ako ng siyam siyan ay hindi pa rin s'ya sumasaglt. Kaya naisipan kong tawagan ang isa pang tao na alam kong may contact din sa kanya.I dialed Mama Zyco’s number, my fingers trembling slightly. I needed his help, his perspective, his guidance.Mabuti na lang at sinagot n'ya rin agad 'yung tawag.“Mama Zyco,” I began, my voice hesitant, “Kamusta po kayo? I just wanted to ask if you’re free to visit Jelai. Hindi kasi s'ya sumasagot sa akin, eh. So, I just think of visiting her instead na lang. I know she’s back home in Leyte.”There was a moment of silence, a heavy silence that hung in the air, a silence that felt charged with unspoken anxieties. Then, Mama Zyco’s voice, usually so vibrant and full of life, was subdued, tinged with a sadness that sent a shiver down my spine.“What do you mean, ‘back home in Leyte’?” he asked, his voice low, her tone
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CALISTA'S P. O. VHindi na ako nagsayang ng oras. Pagkatapos ng naging pag uusap namin ni Mama Zyco, nag schedule agad ako ng leave para makapunta sa luagr kung nasaan si Jelai. Sa Batangas. The news of Jelai’s family’s death hung over me like a dark cloud, a heavy weight that pressed down on my chest. Mama Zyco’s words echoed in my ears, a constant, painful reminder of the loss and the unspoken grief. I had to see Jelai, to offer my support, to share my condolences, to understand her silence, her deception.Hindi ko talaga alam ang nangyaring 'yon sa pamilya ni Jelai. Wala s'yang binanggit at hindi ko rin naman nahalata sa kanya na may pinagdadanan s'ya. Our enrire bond abroad, lahat ng araw na lumipas, masaya lang s'ya. She's the usual her. Kaya hindi ko lubos maisip na may pinagdadanan na pala s'ya. May nangyari na palang hindi maganda sa pamilya n'ya.The drive to Batangas was a blur, my mind racing, my heart heavy. I replayed our conversation, our shared moments, our unspoken bon
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CALISTA'S P. O. VThe quiet of Jelai’s apartment was a stark contrast to the bustling city I’d left behind. The air was calm, the atmosphere peaceful, a welcome respite from the turmoil that had consumed me for so long. As we sat talking, sharing stories, offering comfort, a sense of normalcy settled over us, a shared space where two friends could connect, could confide, could plan for the future.Jelai, ever observant, noticed my absence from the fashion scene. Her question, though simple, held a depth of concern that warmed my heart.“Cali,” she began, her voice soft, her tone laced with curiosity, “Bakit… Bakit parang wala na 'kong nakikitang news about you lately? I mean, sa fashion world? Parang wala ka ring bagong labas na designs? Anong nangyari? Huminto ka na? Early retirement?”I sighed, a wave of exhaustion washing over me. The past few months had been a whirlwind of emotions, a rollercoaster of events that had left me drained, depleted, yet strangely invigorated. The loss o
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CALISTA'S P. O. VThe afternoon sun cast long shadows across Jelai’s small apartment, the air filled with a sense of quiet contentment, a shared feeling of peace and understanding. Our conversation had been a balm to my wounded soul, a source of comfort in the face of overwhelming grief and uncertainty. Jelai’s unwavering support, her understanding of my pain, her willingness to return to my side—it had all been a source of strength, a renewed sense of purpose.As we prepared to end our conversation, a sense of finality settled over us, a quiet acknowledgment of the unspoken promises, the unsaid commitments, the shared future we were building. The weight of the past few months, the burden of my grief and anger, seemed to lift, replaced by a sense of hope, a renewed sense of purpose.“Jelai,” I said, my voice soft, my tone filled with unwavering conviction, “I’m going back to fashion design. Hindi man agad agad, pero babalik ako. I still have a lot to do with my father’s company. But I
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