All Chapters of The Rebirth of Love: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

RUAN'S P. O. VJulia's directions were sparse, cryptic, barely enough to guide us through the labyrinthine streets to Thea’s aunt’s house. Maraming mga bahay ang sira-sira na parang pinipilit na lang na itayo. Dikit-dikit 'yon at maraming mga bata na parang batang kalye ang nagkalat sa daan. I can't believe Thea was raised in this kind of place."Pasensya na kayo sa lugar namin—”"Your place isn't what took us here. It's Thea,” mariin kong putol sa kJulia."'Wag ka ngang masyadong masungit d'yan. Mamaya, baka magbago pa 'yung isip nitong si Julia, bahala ka,” sabi ni Tristan. He almost laugh. S'ya ang napili kong isama sa paghanap kay Thea. S'ya rin ang driver. Nasa tabi n'ya si Julia habang ako naman ang nasa backseat.Minutes after and we stopped in front of an old Victorian building loomed before us, a decaying monument to a dark past, its shadowed windows like vacant eyes staring out at the world. It was a place I’d never imagined I’d set foot in.“'Eto 'yung warehouse ni Tejada.

RUAN'S P. O. VThe air crackled with the energy of a thousand volts, gunfires and screams. I, with the chosen officers I have trusted, fought with the ferocity of cornered wolves, their weapons spitting death into the heart of the druglord's army. Kasama ko rin si Tristan, which surprisingly was also nice with weapons and unarmed fighting. We pushed forward, a wave of steel and fury against a tide of desperate resistance. The mansion echoed with the thunder of gunfire, the shattering of glass, the guttural cries of the dying.I moved through the chaos, a whirlwind of controlled aggression, my senses honed to a razor's edge. Each gunshot, each yell, each grunt of exertion, was a piece of a larger puzzle, a symphony of violence that I had to orchestrate. My eyes scanned the battlefield, assessing, calculating, adjusting my strategy with the fluidity of a seasoned general. I had to protect myself and everyone, to ensure our survival, while simultaneously eliminating the threat posed by t

THEA'S P. O. VKinabukasan. Kalat na sa balita ang pagkakahuli nina Tiyo Berting ar Tiya Purita. Nasa headline rin ang pagkamatay ni Tejada—ang drug lord na dapat ay pagbebentahan sa akin ng mga walanghiya kong tiyuhin at tiyahin.The news of their arrests and death, of the druglord and my relatives, had hit me like a tidal wave. Relief, so immense it was almost painful, washed over me. For years, the weight of their actions, the fear of what they might do, had been a constant shadow, a suffocating presence in my life. Now, that shadow was gone. Makakahinga na ako ng maluwag sa wakas.I sat on the edge of my bed, the worn, floral-patterned sheets a stark contrast to the sterile white walls of my room. The sunlight streamed through the window, casting long, dancing shadows across the floor, but it couldn’t penetrate the gloom that had settled over me. The air hung heavy, thick with the weight of the past, the echoes of whispered secrets and hushed conversations.I stared at the phone i

RUAN'S P. O. V"Sir? A-Ano hong ginagawa n'yo rito? Thea?” Halatang litung-lito si Julia sa biglaan naming pagsulpot ni Thea sa mismong bahay nila.The crisp, new bills felt strangely heavy in my hands, a tangible representation of a million pesos. It felt wrong, somehow, to be handing this over to Julia, a sum so significant it could change the trajectory of her life. But she had earned it, every single peso. Her bravery, her quick thinking, her unwavering loyalty—it had all been instrumental in bringing Thea back together. She deserved this reward, and more.Julia stood before us, her hands clasped tightly in front of her, her eyes wide with a mixture of disbelief and apprehension. The hesitant smile playing on her lips couldn’t quite mask the underlying nervousness. It was obvious she was a woman of quiet dignity, a woman who valued her independence, and this large sum of money clearly made her uncomfortable.“Julia,” I began, my voice a little rough, “take this. Consider it a toke

THEA'S P. O. VEven after the call ended, a nagging unease lingered. Ruan’s voice, though laced with his usual warmth, had carried an undercurrent of something else—a tremor of fear, a subtle tremor of distress that he’d tried to mask with a flimsy excuse. Oo, kinikilig ako sa sinabi n'ya na nami-miss n'ya ako sa kalagitnaan ng gabi. Pero kilalanko s'ya. At ramdam na ramdam ko sa boses n'ya pa lang na may gusto pa s'yang sabihin sa akin na for whatever reason ay hindi n'ya masabi. I know him well enough to recognize the subtle shift in his tone, the slight hesitation in his words. He was hiding something.Pagkatapos tuloy ng tawag n'ya, hindi na ulit ako dinalaw dalaw ng antok. I tossed and turned in bed, the darkness amplifying the unease that gnawed at me. His words replayed in my mind, each syllable dissected, each inflection analyzed. The flimsy excuse, the unconvincing explanation, only served to deepen my suspicion. He hadn't sounded like a man simply missing his girlfriend; he