Lahat ng Kabanata ng To Keep a Homeless Mafia Boss: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

CALISTA'S P. O. VReturning to my family home felt surreal. It had been years since I’d set foot in this place, years since I’d felt the weight of their unspoken disapproval, the sting of their rejection. Now, I was back, not seeking their forgiveness or their acceptance, but seeking their help, their resources, their power. And what I found was far more complicated than I could have ever imagined.Matagal nang walang buhay sa bahay na 'to. Mula pa no'ng namatay si Mommy. Pero ngayon, parang mas tumamlay ang pakiramdam ko rito.As I entered the door, my father was waiting for me. He's in his wheelchair. Gano'n na raw ang pang araw-araw n'yang buhay mula no'ng nangyari 'yung aksidenteng 'yon.I walked towards him and hugged him for almost just a second. My face is blank."Long time no see, anak. A-Akala ko, hindi mo na ko dadalawin dito. I miss you—”"Dito na ho ako ulit titira. So, we don't have to be dramatic all over this.”My father gave me a strained smile, his eyes holding a hint

CALISTA'S P. O. VMy rage towards my own aunt was a consuming fire, a relentless feeling that threatens to consume me. Hanggang ngayon, hindi pa rin humuhupa ang inis at galit ko sa kanya. How could she? How could she betray my mother, betray our family, betray me? The woman I’d always looked up to, the woman I’d always trusted implicitly, had slept with my father. The betrayal was a deep, festering wound, a constant reminder of the fragility of trust, the capriciousness of human nature."I already deposited the first half of the entire payment for the loan you have obtained in these past few years. Bukas ko ide-deposit 'yung remaining balance. I hope, hindi na madagdagan ang mga utang na 'yon dahil mukhang marami pa akong uubusing milyon para naman sa pagbangon ng sobrang lugmok n'yo nang negosyo,” wala sa loob na sabi ko.I was busy drinking my usual cup of coffee when suddenly, Dad, Margaret, and Monica came in."Oh? So, ano ngayon? Should we thank you? Should we praise you?” Monic

CALISTA'S P. O. VThe hospital room was sterile, cold, impersonal. The harsh fluorescent lights seemed to amplify the emptiness, the silence, the profound sense of loss that enveloped me. The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor was a mocking reminder of the life that had been, the life that was no longer. My baby. Gone.The doctor’s words echoed in my ears, a cruel, relentless barrage of medical jargon that failed to mask the devastating truth.“I’m so sorry,” he’d said, his voice soft, his eyes filled with compassion. “There was… a complication. And I hate to bring you the bad news but… you’ve had a miscarriage. You lost your baby, Miss Sanchez.”A miscarriage. The word felt alien, clinical, inadequate to describe the profound sense of loss that consumed me. It wasn’t just the loss of a pregnancy; it was the loss of a dream, the loss of a future, the loss of a part of myself. It was the loss of my child.The tears came then, a torrent of grief that shook my body, wracked my soul. T

CALISTA'S P. O. VAs I settled in my room alone, the tears came again. A fresh torrent of grief that shook my body, wracked my soul. It wasn't just the loss of my baby; it was the loss of my family, the shattering of my hopes, the crushing weight of betrayal. My father, the man I’d always looked up to, the man I’d always sought approval from, had sided with Margaret and Monica. He’d chosen them over me, over his own flesh and blood. Lagi n'ya namang ginagawa 'yon. At inaasahan ko nang gagawin n'ya pa 'yon ng paulit ulit. Pero masakit pa rin pala. Each, more painful than the other.The injustice of it all felt overwhelming, a cruel twist of fate that left me reeling. I’d lost my child, I’d been betrayed by the man I’d considered my father, and now I was alone, adrift in a sea of grief and resentment. The anger was a consuming fire, a relentless inferno that threatened to consume me. But it was tempered by a deeper emotion—a profound sense of disillusionment.My family. The people I’d a

CALISTA'S P. O. VI should expect those cruel actions of Margaret and Monica. Pero kahit alam ko nang kahit anong kasamaan ay magagawa nila, hindi ko pa rin mapigilan na makaramdam ng inis. The betrayal, the deceit, the sheer callousness of Margaret and Monica’s actions—it was all overwhelming. At kung ako ang tatanungin? Punung-puno na ako. They’d not only bankrupted my father’s company, but they’d done it for their own selfish gain, their own lavish lifestyles. And my father? He allowed it, condoned it, even enabled it. Kahit s'ya pa 'yung ginagawang dahilan ng magaling na mag inang 'yon. Sinisisi nila ang pagiging "lantang gulay" ni Daddy kaya nalugi at naubos ang resources nila. When in fact, dahil lang ang lahat sa maluho nilang pamumuhay. Puro palabas ang pera nila at wala nang pumapasok dahil puro paggasta lang ang alam nilang gawin. They didn't even know a single thing about the company. Baka pati simpleng mission at vision lang ng kumpanya, hindi pa nila alam.The sadness for