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CALISTA'S P. O. VThe familiar embrace of my childhood home should have been a source of comfort, a haven of peace after the ordeal I had endured. My father's joy, his relief, his overwhelming happiness at my safe return— it should have been enough to fill my heart, to ease my anxieties, to soothe my wounds. But it wasn't. The presence of Margaret and Monica, their cold stares, their thinly veiled hostility— it poisoned the atmosphere, tainted the joy, overshadowed the relief. My homecoming was bittersweet, my triumph overshadowed by their resentment.Parang pinagsisihan ko tuloy na nagpahatid ako agad dito kay Calvin. Parang mas okay yata kung sa sariling bahay ko na lang ako tumuloy. But he said it wasn't safe there. Baka balikan daw ako ni Niccolo roon. "So," Monica sneered, her voice dripping with sarcasm, her eyes blazing with barely concealed animosity. "Your kidnapping antics got old, and you realized nobody cared, so you came crawling back, claiming your not so good police
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CALISTA'S P. O. VIt's been days. The enhanced security detail, Calvin’s insistence on bodyguards stationed outside my building, on every floor, even outside my office door— it was all for my safety, he’d said. But the constant vigilance, the ever-present protection, only served to heighten my unease, to reinforce the sense of danger that clung to me like a shadow.Ilang araw na rin akong kumportable. Wala na kasi ang dating pakiramdam ko na may sumusunod sa akin. Parang isinuko na rin talaga ako ni Niccolo. May isang parte sa akin ang nakokonsensya, nahihirapan, at nanghihinayang. Hanggang ngayon, nakatatak pa rin aa isip ko ang ekspresyon sa mukha ni Niccolo bago kami maghiwalay. That was the exact face I want to see. 'Yon ang reaksyon n'ya na gusto kong makuha. 'Yon ang reaksyon n'ya na nai imagine ko no'ng mga panahon na nagpla plano pa lang ako sa pagganti at pagtakas ko mula sa kanya. Mula sa pamilya n'ya. Pero ngayon na nangyari na lahat, ngayon na nakita ko nga ang reaksyon
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CALISTA'S P. O. VThat day at my office, wala namang ibang sinabi si Lyra kundi ang gusto akong makita at makausap ng mommy n'ya. She just set an appointment for her and I to meet. And meeting Rexia Fibonacci felt like a calculated risk, a high-stakes gamble. At ngayon na mismo nakatakda 'yon. I had informed Calvin I had a meeting with a potential investor, a simple, innocuous excuse designed to mask my true intentions. Hindi ko na sinabi sa kanya ang totoo. Kung sino ba talaga ang imi meet ko at kung tungkol saan ba 'to. I am with my bodyguards, anyway. Kaya kahit paapano ay safe pa rin ang pakiramdam ko. Isa pa, sa public place naman gusto makipagkita ni Rexia kaya okay na rin sa akin. Sakaling balakin nila ba kidnap in ako ulit, at least marami nang makakakita. The restaurant was bustling, filled with the lunchtime crowd, the noise and activity a comforting buffer against the tension that coiled within me. Lyra’s description of her mother’s disguise was accurate. Rexia, in he
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CALISTA'S P. O. VRexia’s words were a revelation, a cascade of information that shattered my preconceived notions, overturned my assumptions, and reshaped my understanding of the conflict between the Fibonacci and Sy families. Her calm, measured tone, her unwavering gaze, her genuine remorse— they all contributed to a sense of unsettling truthfulness. I listened intently, my mind racing, my emotions a chaotic mix of disbelief, anger, and a dawning understanding.“Suspect,” Rexia began, her voice soft, her tone laced with a quiet sadness. “It was never proven, Calista. And that’s why I’m here. To clear everything up.”0“Okay,” I replied, my voice steady, my tone controlled. “I’ll listen. Just make sure everything you say is true. I want the truth, not something designed to clear your family’s name or Niccolo’s.”She nodded, her expression serious, her gaze unwavering. “Let’s start with the person who started it all— Margaret.”My eyebrows rose in surprise. “Margaret? Margaret,
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CALISTA'S P. O. VRexia’s words hung in the air, heavy with implication, laden with revelation.The carefully constructed narrative I had built around Niccolo, the image of a manipulative, power-hungry villain— it was crumbling, dissolving, replaced by a more complex, more nuanced reality. My mind struggled to process the sheer volume of information, to reconcile it with my preconceived notions, to understand the intricate web of deceit that had ensnared me."Ang hirap maniwala. Hindi ako makapaniwala na magagawa n'ya 'yon. Margaret might be bad towards me, pero hindi n'ya magagawa kay Daddy 'yang mga sinasabi mo.” “Margaret. Hindi mo pa nga talaga s'ya kilala,” Rexia began, her gaze unwavering. “Does Margaret really loves your father? Or maybe, she loved his money.”The statement hung in the air, a stark, unsettling truth that resonated deep within me.“What?” I whispered, my voice barely audible, my mind reeling.“We both know it, Calista,” Rexia said, her tone gentle, her expressi
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CALISTA'S P. O. VPagkatapos kong magmukmok, nagsimula na akong gawin ang mga dapat kong gawin. Besides, sleep was a distant luxury, a forgotten comfort. My mind was a whirlwind, a maelstrom of information, of suspicions, of revelations. Rexia’s words echoed in my ears, her account of Margaret’s treachery, her explanation of the feud between the Fibonacci and Sy families— it all resonated with a chilling truthfulness. I spent the night immersed in research, corroborating Rexia’s claims, piecing together the puzzle, searching for evidence.And I found it. More than I had ever expected. Almost every detail Rexia had shared was confirmed by my own research, by the clues I’d uncovered, by the connections I’d made. Natanggap ko na rin ang sinasabi ni Rexia na kopya ng mga ebidensyang hawak nila. And everything was overwhelming, undeniable. And then, I found it— a photograph of Margaret, her face flushed with passion, locked in an embrace with another man. The date on the photograph was c
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CALISTA'S P. O. VThe revelations from Rexia were a whirlwind, a maelstrom of information that left me reeling, my carefully constructed worldview shattered, my assumptions overturned. But I knew I couldn’t act on them yet. Rexia’s claims, however believable, were still unverified. They could be a tactic, a manipulation, a calculated move in a larger game. I needed proof, concrete evidence before I could confront Margaret, before I could unleash my revenge.My plan was to gather evidence, to solidify my position, to prepare for the inevitable confrontation. Patience, I told myself. Patience and precision. My anger, my frustration, my desire for revenge— I would channel them, focus them, weaponize them. But this time, sa mas tamang paraan na. As I entered the house, I encountered Margaret, her eyebrows raised, a smirk playing on her lips. The familiar antagonism, the ingrained hostility— it was a stark contrast to the turmoil within me.“Buti naman, naisipan mo pang uwi,” she sneere
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CALISTA'S P. O. VKinabukasan. Sa office. May mga dumating pang bagong ebidensya galing kay Rexia. The digital copies of the evidence arrived as promised, a weighty collection of documents that confirmed Rexia’s account, solidified my suspicions, and fueled my anger. The photographs, the financial records, the communication logs— they were all damning, all irrefutable. Margaret’s treachery, her greed, her ruthlessness— it was all laid bare, exposed, undeniable.Without hesitation, I made copies of everything, ensuring I had a backup before sending the originals to Calvin. He’d promised to review the evidence and take appropriate action, his assurance a reassuring balm to my simmering anger. The weight of responsibility, the burden of expectation— it was heavy, but I carried it with a newfound resolve, a steeled determination.Returning home, I found Margaret and Monica waiting, their presence a stark reminder of the simmering conflict that lay beneath the surface of our uneasy truce.
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