Lahat ng Kabanata ng To Keep a Homeless Mafia Boss: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

CALISTA'S P. O. VThat evening, after a particularly delicious pasta dinner—Lewis's creation, of course—we were curled up on my sofa, sipping wine."Ang sarap mo palang magluto,” nakangiting puri ko sa kanya. "I haven't eaten such perfect pasta cooked at home for the longest time. So, thank you.”"That's not a big deal. Just a basic knowledge every Italian has to have, I guess,” sabi n'ya sa toning nagbibiro. "Anyway, thanks. I'm glad, you appreciate my effort.”Hindi na ako sumagot at ngumiti na lang."You know,” he said once again, leaning back against the cushions, "I never thought I'd find myself having a civilized dinner with the woman who technically caught me robbing her mansion."I laughed. "And I never thought I'd be friends with a burglar, let alone one who cooks better than I do."He grinned. "It’s a unique situation, to say the least.""It is," I agreed. "But I'm glad it happened this way. Mukhang mapapadalas na ang kain ko ng masarap nang hindi gumagastos ng masyadong maha

CALISTA'S P. O. VThe morning after was… different. The air between Lewis and me was charged, thick with a new kind of intimacy, a new kind of understanding. The unspoken words of the previous night hung in the air, a silent testament to the depth of our feelings, the intensity of our connection. We were no longer just sharing a space; we were sharing a life, a future, a love that had blossomed from the most unlikely of beginnings.There were no grand pronouncements, no dramatic declarations. It wasn't a sudden, explosive realization; it was a slow, organic evolution, a gradual unfolding of emotions that had been simmering beneath the surface for weeks. It was a quiet understanding, a shared acknowledgment of the undeniable truth that had been simmering between us.We made breakfast together, our movements synchronized, our conversation easy and effortless. There was a comfortable silence between us, a comfortable intimacy that spoke volumes about the depth of our connection. We talke

CALVIN'S P. O. VThat smug smirk. The way he’d so easily dismissed me, so confidently declared himself Calista’s boyfriend.It infuriated me. It fueled a fire in my gut, a burning resentment that wouldn’t be extinguished. He might have won this round, but the game was far from over. I wouldn’t let him have her. Not without a fight.I spent the next few days consumed by a relentless pursuit. Aaminin ko, isa sa mga dahilan ko ay selos at kagustuhan na mabawi si Cali. But another part of it is to ensure her safety. I used every resource at my disposal, every connection I’d made during my years on the force. My initial inquiries yielded little. The name “Lewis Rossi” didn’t turn up anything concrete. No criminal record, no outstanding warrants, no significant digital footprint. It was as if he’d simply materialized out of thin air.But I wasn't easily deterred. I had a picture of him, a clear, sharp image captured from a security camera outside Calista’s apartment. It wasn't much, but it w

CALISTA'S P. O. VThe anger hit me first, a tidal wave of rage that threatened to consume me.Pinaalis ko si Lewis—o si Niccolo nang hindi nag iisip ng mahinahon. I know, it was the right thing to do. Pero ngayon na unti-unti na akong nahihimasmasan, unti-unti ko na ring nararamdaman 'yung kawalan n'ya. Because yes, he fooled me. Niloko n'ya ako. And I felt like the dumbest creature on earth. The dumbest, most gullible, most pathetically naive woman in the world. But I liked him—no, I loved him.I spent hours pacing my apartment, the anger a burning fire in my gut, a consuming rage that threatened to consume me. I threw things, I screamed, I cursed. I smashed a few plates, much to the chagrin of my poor, unsuspecting neighbors. It was a cathartic release, a necessary purging of the rage that threatened to overwhelm me. Pero sa kabila ng lahat ng 'yon, parang wala pa rin. It didn't change the fact that I was fooled. Sa halip na mabawasan 'yung galit na nararamdaman ko, wala. Lumalala la

CALISTA'S P. O. VWala akong kakurap-kurap habang nakatitig sa isang article na nakita ko online. Tungkol 'yon sa mga Fibonacci; at sa pamilyang naging dahilan ng pagkakahuli ng mga ito—ang mga Sy. And yes, that Sy doesn't differ from the Sy I came from. And that Sy consists of my dad, Margaret, and Monica. Base sa mga nabasa at napanood ko, maraming nangyari kanila Daddy na nag-connect sa mga Fibonacci. Gano'n din ang mga nangyari sa mga Fibonacci na may kinalaman naman sa pamilya ko. Or should I say, dati kong pamilya. Tinakwil na nga pala nila ako.I just couldn't believe na hindi ko nabalitaan ang tungkol dito. Mukha namang nag-viral at naging talk of the town ang balita na 'to years ago. Kung nakarating lang sana agad sa akin 'tong balita na 'to, baka naprotektahan ko ang sarili ko kay Niccolo. Not from the harm he might cause me, but from the pain that I am suffering right now.As I was staring at a particular article, an idea sparked on my mind. Niccolo played with me. He foole