All Chapters of To Keep a Homeless Mafia Boss: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

CALISTA'S P. O. VKinabukasan.Nanginginig pa ang mga kamay ko habang dina-dial ko ang nunber ni Calvin. Buo na ang isip ko na gawin 'yung plano. Pero may kung anong kaba pa rin talaga akong nararamdaman. I guess, hindi naman mawawala 'yon, given kung ano ang gusto kong mangyari.The phone rang, each ring amplifying the tension, the anxiety, the uncertainty. Finally, he answered, his voice gruff, his tone suggesting he was still asleep."Cali?” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. “What’s wrong?”“Calvin,” I said, my voice barely a whisper, “Sorry, nagising pa yata kita. Sorry sa istorbo—”"No!" biglang sigaw n'ya. "I-I mean, no harm done. Bakit ka napatawag?”This is it. "I need to see you. I need to talk to you,” dire-diretsong sabi ko.“What is it?” he asked, his voice more alert now, the sleepiness gone, replaced by a note of concern. “Is everything alright?”“No—I mean, yes,” I said, my voice shaking. “Everything's alright. But I still need to talk to you.”“What’s going on?”

CALISTA'S P. O. VFirst step, done. I smiled. I was simply lying on my bed and staring at my room's grandiose ceiling. Kauuwi ko lang galing sa coffee shop kung saan kami nagkita ni Calvin. Of course, hinatid n'ya ako. Pero dahil may sasakyan din akong dala, nakasunod lang s'ya sa akin hanggang sa makauwi ako sa amin.I hadn’t gotten back together with Calvin because I loved him. Not anymore. The love I’d felt for him had been overshadowed by the betrayal, the pain, the loss because of what he did several years ago. My feelings for him were complicated, a mixture of gratitude, respect, and a deep sense of obligation. Hindi ko naman itatanggi 'yon. But love? That was gone.My reunion with Calvin was a calculated move, a strategic decision born out of necessity, out of a desperate need for security, for protection. The two black cars tailing me, Niccolo’s blatant attempt to intimidate me—it had all been a wake-up call. I was in danger. And I needed someone to protect me. And I have to s

CALISTA'S P. O. VThe office building loomed before us, a monolithic structure of glass and steel that reflected the city’s harsh morning light. "We're here,” anunsyo n'ya.As Calvin pulled up to the curb, a familiar tension settled between us, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken complexities of our relationship. It was a fragile truce, a calculated alliance, built on a foundation of deception and a shared need.He turned to me, his eyes searching mine, his expression a mixture of hope and apprehension. He reached out, his hand hovering over mine, a gesture that spoke volumes about his unspoken feelings. I could feel the warmth of his touch, even though it didn't quite reach me. I could sense his unspoken question, the unspoken desire, the unspoken hope. He wanted more than this fragile truce; he wanted something real. And I, for the moment, was content to let him believe it was real.“Thank you ulit,” I said, my voice low, my gaze dropping to my hands. “For driving me.”“It’s… It

CALISTA'S P. O. VDays bled into weeks, the relentless pursuit a constant, irritating presence in my life. Lagi pa ring nakasunod 'yung dalawang itim na kotse sa akin kahit saan ako magpunta. Walang araw na hindi ko sila nakita. They are always there, a shadow in my rearview mirror, a chilling reminder of Niccolo’s power, his reach, his obsession. They were a constant, unwelcome companion, a persistent irritant that gnawed at my nerves, fueled my anger, and sharpened my resolve.Nakakapagtaka lang dahil sa tinagal tagal ng pagbuntot nila sa akin, hanggang ngayon ay wala naman silang ginagawa na kahit ano laban sa akin. O baka wala pa?I wanted to shake them off, to confront them, to expose them. But I didn't. I endured their constant surveillance, their relentless pursuit, their unwavering presence. I endured it because it was all part of the plan.I know, I could always call for help. That is why I got a policeman boyfriend in the first place. But I chose not to. Because I know, he w

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