All Chapters of To Keep a Homeless Mafia Boss: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

WARNING!!! EXPLICIT / MATURED CONTENT AHEAD! READ THIS ONLY IF YOU ARE 18 YEARS OLD AND / OR ABOVE. SKIP IF YOU'RE STILL A MINOR! PERO DAHIL MAKULIT KA, SIGE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK NA LANG! CALISTA'S P. O. VAfter having sex with Niccolo for I don't know how many hours, sleep finally evaded me, my mind racing, replaying the events of the night, the intoxicating dance of power, the surprising intimacy. Niccolo’s touch, his kiss, his presence—they were all still vivid in my memory, a potent cocktail of arousal and apprehension. My plan was working, I knew it. His desire, his possessiveness, his obsession—I was using them all against him. The more I surrendered to his advances, the more I played into his desires, the more likely he was to lower his guard, to trust me, to allow me the freedom I needed to escape.At pagkatapos ng lahat, tumanggi pa rin s'yang umalis sa kwarto na pinananatilihan ko. Kaya hanggang ngayon na patulog na ako, nakahiga pa rin s'ya sa tabi ko at nakayakap p

CALISTA'S P. O. VThe tears flowed freely, hot and stinging, a testament to my frustration, my anger, my despair. My carefully constructed plans, my meticulously crafted strategies—they had all failed. Niccolo’s suspicion, his anger, his rejection—they were all a crushing blow to my carefully constructed facade. Kung kailan iniisip ko na gumagana na ang lahat, kung kailan akala ko umuusad na 'yung plano ko. I had underestimated him, miscalculated his response, failed to anticipate his reaction. And now, I was paying the price.The pain wasn't just physical; it was emotional, a deep, aching wound that went beyond the bruises and the cuts. It was the pain of betrayal, the pain of rejection, the pain of being used, the pain of being discarded. He treated me as if I were nothing, as if I were disposable, as if I had no value, no worth. And the realization was a crushing blow, a bitter pill to swallow.My carefully constructed image, the seductive persona I had cultivated, had crumbled.

NICCOLO'S P. O. VA restless unease had been gnawing at me for days, a disquieting sense of emptiness that I couldn’t quite explain. Calista’s absence from my bed, her deliberate choice to sleep on the cold, hard floor—it had been a constant, nagging reminder of my own failings, my own shortcomings. Alam ko 'yon dahil mula no'ng nag away kami, walang araw na hindi ko s'ya pinupuntahan. Walang gabi na hindi ko tinitingnan kung okay lang ba s'ya. But I did it during those times that she's asleep. Ayokong maisip n'ya na naaapektuhan ako sa kanya. Well, yes I am. But I don't want to give her some reassurance, dahil ayokong isipin n'ya na ayos lang na disrespetuhin n'ya ako dahil hindi ko rin naman s'ya matitiis. It shouldn't be that f*cking way. The calculated seduction, the intoxicating passion—it had all been a game, a twisted, dangerous game that I had been playing, and yet, I found myself increasingly drawn to her, increasingly captivated by her resilience, her defiance. Alam ko na

CALISTA'S P. O. VThe lifting of the room confinement was a victory, a small but significant step towards my ultimate goal. Niccolo’s concession, his willingness to allow me to eat in the dining area, to move freely within the house— it was a sign of his growing trust, a testament to the effectiveness of my manipulation. I woke before dawn, eager to seize the opportunity, to familiarize myself with the house, to identify potential escape routes, to plan my next move.Pagbaba ko, naabutan ko na nagluluto ng almusal si Rico. "Hello, good morning,” nakangiti kong bati sa kanya bago ako umupo sa isa sa mga upuan na nando'n. Napalingon agad sa akin si Rico at halatang nataranta pagkakita sa akin. "Anong ginagawa n'yo rito? Paano kayo nakalabas? Bumalik kayo do'n sa taas, sa kwarto. Kung hindi, malilintikan ako—” "Relax!” putol ko sa mga sasabihin n'ya pa. And then I laugh. Isang malakas na halakhak. "How do you expect someone like me, to get away with those security something you put

CALISTA'S P. O. VLyra’s warning echoed in my ears, a chilling reminder of the danger I was in, the precariousness of my situation. Kahit nakabalik na ako sa kwarto ay tumatakbo pa rin 'yon sa isip ko. At ngayon na mag isa lang ako ay lalong inaba ng isipin na 'yon ang utak ko. The casual cruelty with which Niccolo had struck his own sister, the cold fury in his eyes— it had shaken me to my core. If he could treat his own family with such brutality, what would he do to me? Lalo na kapag galit pa s'ya? Especially if he discovered my deception, my manipulation, my plan for revenge?Fear gnawed at me, a cold, relentless dread that threatened to consume me. The carefully constructed facade, the calculated confidence, the unwavering resolve— they all crumbled in the face of this raw, visceral fear. My safety, my well-being— they were suddenly precarious, uncertain, threatened. The escape, the revengpe— they seemed increasingly distant, increasingly elusive.The thought of retreating, of