บททั้งหมดของ To Keep a Homeless Mafia Boss: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

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

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

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

CALISTA'S P. O. VGabi na nang makauwi ako. The city lights blurred into streaks of color as I navigated the familiar streets, the familiar route taking on a new significance, a new meaning. The drive home, usually a mundane routine, was now imbued with a sense of purpose, a renewed sense of direction. My conversation with Jelai had been a turning point, a pivotal moment that had shifted my perspective, redefined my priorities, and clarified my path forward.The weight of the past few months, the burden of grief and anger, seemed to lift, replaced by a sense of clarity, a renewed sense of purpose. The pursuit of revenge on Niccolo was still a driving force, but it was no longer the sole focus of my life. My friendship with Jelai, my commitment to my own well-being, my passion for fashion desig—these were all equally important, all equally vital. I needed to find a way to balance them all, to integrate them into a cohesive whole.As I pulled into my driveway, the familiar surroundings

CALISTA'S P. O. VThe chilling news of the Fibonacci family’s release still hung heavy in the air, a sense of dread that clung to me like a second skin. Calvin’s warning echoed in my ears, a constant reminder of the danger I was in, the revenge Niccolo was surely plotting. The fear was real, the threat imminent, the future uncertain.But amidst the fear, amidst the uncertainty, amidst the looming danger, there was a glimmer of hope, a small spark of light that pierced the darkness. A message arrived, a notification that momentarily distracted me from the chilling reality of Niccolo’s freedom.It was an invitation, an offer, an opportunity. A prestigious fashion organization, one of the biggest names in the industry, had contacted me, extending an invitation to host their upcoming fashion event. They wanted to feature my designs, to showcase my work on a global stage. The event was set for three months from now, a seemingly distant date that offered a small measure of solace, a brief r