All Chapters of To Keep a Homeless Mafia Boss: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The air hung heavy with the scent of rain-soaked asphalt and the distant hum of city traffic. Cali sat across from Calvin in a small, dimly lit cafe, her heart pounding in her chest, her mind racing with a sense of dread. She had agreed to meet him, her curiosity outweighing her apprehension. She had no idea what he wanted to talk about, but she knew it was important.He had been acting strangely lately, his visits more frequent, his gaze more intense, his demeanor more urgent. He had been investigating Lewis, she knew that, but she had no idea what he had found. She had tried to ignore it, to push it aside, to focus on the happiness she had found with Lewis, but the truth was, she was scared.He looked at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of anger and concern. He took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on hers, his expression unreadable. He leaned forward, his voice a low rumble."I know about Lewis," he said, his voice a low growl.She froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew t

The city lights blurred into a kaleidoscope of color as Cali navigated the familiar streets, her car a tiny island of warmth in the cool evening air. Her mind was a jumbled mess of numbers, reports, and the ever-present weight of responsibility. But tonight, a different kind of pressure gnawed at her, a relentless ache that had been growing with each passing day.She had been betrayed, and she didn't know what to do. She had been living a lie, a secret, a world that had been built on a foundation of unspoken truths.She had been so naive, so trusting, so blind. She had allowed herself to fall in love with a man who had been living a lie, a man who had been hiding his true identity, a man who had been hiding from his past.She had been so happy with Lewis, so content with their life together, their shared laughter, their quiet moments of companionship, their unspoken bond of friendship. He had been her anchor, her rock, her source of strength and solace.But now, everything she had bel

The silence in the apartment was deafening. Cali stood in the middle of the living room, surrounded by empty boxes, each one a testament to her relentless purging. Niccolo’s presence, once so pervasive, had been systematically eradicated. His favorite worn leather jacket, gone. The framed photo of them on their first trip to Venice, vanished. Even the chipped mug he used for his morning coffee, now a distant memory. Everything that reminded her of him, everything that whispered his name, had been mercilessly banished.Except for one thing. One undeniable, burgeoning presence that pulsed with life within her. A life that was half Niccolo, half her. A life that was a constant, unyielding reminder of the love they once shared, the love that had now turned to ashes.She placed a hand on her stomach, the familiar swell of her pregnancy a strange comfort, a strange burden. The baby kicked, a tiny, insistent nudge. It was a feeling she had never known before, a feeling that was both exhilara

The truth hit Cali like a physical blow, leaving her reeling in a whirlwind of disbelief, anger, and betrayal. Her father, the man who had always been her rock, her confidante, the embodiment of stability and love, had betrayed her mother, had betrayed their family, with their own Ayi Hana.The revelation, whispered in hushed tones by Margaret, felt like a betrayal of everything she had ever known. Ayi Hana, a woman who had been a part of their family for as long as Cali could remember, a woman who had cared for them, nurtured them, and loved them like her own, had become the object of her father's affections.The image of her father, her strong, dependable father, in the arms of Ayi Hana, a woman who had always been a source of comfort and warmth, was a jarring, almost obscene, violation of trust. It was a betrayal that went beyond the bounds of infidelity, a betrayal that pierced the very core of their family unit.Cali's initial reaction was one of raw, unbridled anger. She wanted

The air in the house, once filled with the comforting hum of family life, was now thick with tension. The weight of their father's bankruptcy, the loss of their home, and the constant reminder of their diminished fortune hung heavy in the air. Cali, still reeling from the emotional turmoil of her father's betrayal and the loss of her own home, found herself navigating a minefield of unspoken resentments and simmering anger.The third month of her pregnancy brought with it a wave of hormonal vulnerability, leaving her more susceptible to the emotional undercurrents that swirled within their family. The constant reminder of her own loss, the loss of her baby's father, the loss of their future together, left her feeling fragile, easily triggered.One evening, as Cali was sorting through a box of old clothes, she noticed a familiar, expensive designer bag missing. It was a bag she had bought for herself during a particularly good period in her life, a symbol of her own hard work and succe