Lahat ng Kabanata ng To Keep a Homeless Mafia Boss: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

3 MONTHS LATER… CALISTA'S P. O. VThe three months leading up to the fashion event had been a whirlwind of activity, a blur of fittings, rehearsals, and last-minute adjustments. The pressure had been immense, the stakes high, the expectations even higher. But amidst the chaos, amidst the stress, amidst the uncertainty, there had been a sense of purpose, a renewed sense of direction, a quiet determination to succeed.And succeed, I did. The event was a triumph, a resounding success that exceeded even my wildest expectations. The venue was spectacular, the atmosphere electric, the energy palpable. My designs, showcased on a global stage, were met with thunderous applause, critical acclaim, and widespread admiration. The collection was a testament to my talent, my resilience, my unwavering commitment to my craft.Jelai, true to her word, had returned to my side, her presence a constant source of support and reassurance. She managed the backstage chaos with her usual efficiency and grace

CALISTA'S P. O. V"Dumating na ang hinihintay mong shipment, Boss! Kunin ko na ba?” Agad sinasal ng kaba ang dibdib ko matapos kong marinig ang malakas na boses na iyon ng isang lalaki. Oh, my gosh. Nasaan na ako?Inilibot ko ang paningin ko sa paligid---madilim. Sinubukan ko ring kumilos pero bigo ako. Then I realized… I was trapped! Nakabaluktot akong nakahiga ngayon sa isang matigas na sahig. Mahapdi ang mga kamay at paa ko, parehong hindi ko maigalaw dahil… nakatali ako!Nagsimula na akong mag-panic. Sinubukan kong sumigaw pero maging ang bibig ko ay nakatakip. May kung anong makapal na tela ang nakabusal ngayon sa bibig ko. Para bang alam ng kung sinumang kumuha sa akin na magdudulot ako ng ingay sa oras na magising ako.Wala na akong nagawa kundi ang mapapikit ng mariin habang umiiyak. Paano ba ako napunta rito?Pinilit kong alalahanin ang mga naunang nangyari bago ako magising at matagpuan ang sarili ko na nasa lugar nang ito.I was out with Pamela, celebrating the victory of t

NICCOLO'S P. O VThe dimly lit room was my sanctuary, a space where shadows danced and secrets whispered. Calista was here, in my grasp, finally within my reach. The thrill of possession washed over me, a potent cocktail of triumph and desire. She was bound, restrained, helpless. And yet, her defiance, her anger, her unwavering resistance only fueled my obsession.I’d wanted this moment for so long, the chance to be close to her again, to feel her nearness, to savor her presence. The months of surveillance, the relentless pursuit, the carefully constructed plan—it had all culminated in this. She is mine, at least for now. And I intended to savor every moment.Her anger, her hatred, her stubborn refusal to acknowledge any lingering feelings—it was all a challenge, a game. And I was determined to win. Earlier when I went face to face with her for the first time again after several months, I wanted to kiss her, to taste her lips, to feel her nearness. The desire was raw, primal, overwhelm

CALISTA'S P. O. VThe rhythmic ticking of the clock was a relentless counterpoint to the turmoil churning within. My plan was in motion, a delicate dance of deception, a calculated risk that could either lead to my freedom or my demise. Ngayon na ang simula. Every moment was crucial, every action deliberate, every word carefully chosen.A knock echoed through the room, a sharp, insistent sound that sent a jolt of adrenaline through me. Niccolo, I assumed, impatient, eager to gloat, eager to exert his control. But as the door creaked open, it was not Niccolo who stood there but one of his henchmen, the same man who had participated in my abduction. He held a tray laden with food, a pathetic attempt at placating me, at easing my suffering.“Kumain ka na,” he said, his voice gruff, his tone devoid of any empathy. He place the tray on the floor, his movements stiff, his demeanor tense. Para lang s'yang nagpapakain ng kung anong hayop. Also, he was clearly uncomfortable, ill at ease, unsur

CALISTA'S P. O. VNiccolo’s threat echoed in my ears, a chilling reminder of the danger I was in, the precariousness of my situation.His words, cold and devoid of emotion, painted a grim picture of the future, a future where I would bear the brunt of his family’s wrath, a future where I would pay for the sins of my own family. The fear was real, the threat imminent, the consequences potentially devastating.My mind raced, desperately searching for a solution, a way out, a plan of escape. But my thoughts were muddled, my strategies disorganized, my usual clarity replaced by a wave of panic. The adrenaline that had fueled my defiance, my determination, had been replaced by a cold, paralyzing fear. I was trapped, helpless, vulnerable. And the weight of Niccolo’s threat pressed down on me, a suffocating burden that threatened to crush me.My hands fumbled.Oh, my gosh. Where the hell is my phone?! I tried reaching my phone. Sa bulsa ko, sa paligid ng kama. But my fingers encountered only