All Chapters of The Mafia King Obsession : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Nagpatuloy ang mga araw sa hacienda nang halos hindi ko namamalayan. Sa loob ng ilang buwan na pananatili namin sa Pilipinas unti-unti ring bumalik ang sigla ng buong mansyon. Hindi na ganoon katahimik ang mga hallway na dati’y parang nilalamon ng lungkot. Mas madalas nang marinig ang tawanan nina Mommy Celestine at Daddy Arthuro sa sala, lalo na tuwing sabay-sabay kaming kumakain. At sa unang pagkakataon matapos ang mahabang panahon… pakiramdam ko naging normal ang buhay ko. Simple. Tahimik. Masaya. Madalas kaming mag-almusal sa veranda habang pinapanood ang pagsikat ng araw sa malawak na hacienda. “Hindi ko maintindihan kung bakit ang dami mong niluluto palagi,” natatawang reklamo ni Daddy minsan habang nakatingin siya sa hapag na puno ng pagkain. Nagkunwari akong napaingos. “Eh kasi po, lumakas na kayong kumain.” “Tinggnan mo itong batang ako pa ang ginawang dahilan.” Napatawa naman si Mommy Celestine habang naglalagay ng cafe sa tasa niya. “Hayaan mo na siya.

Damon’s POV Five years. Five fucking years. That was how long Alyssandra had been missing from my life. Five years of searching. Five years of bloodshed. Five years of tearing apart every city, organization, and underground network connected to her disappearance. And still nothing. No trace. No shadow. Not even a body. Her parents given up because they accepted she was already dead. But not me. Because deep inside, beneath all the rage and exhaustion, I knew one thing with absolute certainty. She was alive. And I was going to find her even if I had to burn the entire world down to do it. The city lights of Metro Manila reflected against the glass walls of my penthouse office as I stood beside the window, whiskey in hand. Below me, the city never slept. Cars crawled endlessly along EDSA. Neon lights flickered across Makati. People moved through their lives completely unaware of the world of violence hidden beneath the surface. Behind me, my table was buried under

Alyssandra’s POV The past few days blurred together like watercolor left out in the rain. I stayed busy on purpose. Work. Reports. Estate matters. Meetings with staff. Anything that kept my hands moving and my mind occupied. Because whenever everything went quiet that was when the emptiness came back. Not pain. Not exactly. More like something missing that I could never identify, no matter how long I stared at it. Like a word I used to know but forgot how to say. The hacienda was too big for silence. Too beautiful for sadness. And yet somehow it carried both at the same time. After the funeral, everything felt heavier. Doctor Arthuro Valdez and his wife had been gone for days now, but their absence still lingered in every hallway, every room, every corner where they used to exist. They were the closest thing I ever had to parents. Not by blood. But by choice. By care. By time. I still remembered waking up in a hospital bed years ago with no memory of who I wa

I couldn’t sleep.No matter how exhausted I was.No matter how much I tried convincing myself that the strange heaviness inside my chest would disappear by morning.It stayed.The grandfather clock downstairs echoed faintly through the hallways of the hacienda, each tick stretching the silence longer than necessary.Midnight.Then one o’clock , two.Still awake.I sat near the window of my room wrapped in a thin cream-colored robe, staring out at the dark gardens illuminated by dim pathway lights.Everything looked peaceful.The flowers swayed softly beneath the wind.The trees stood still against the night sky.The fountain reflected silver moonlight like unmoving glass.Nothing about this place should have made me uneasy.And yetmy chest hadn’t relaxed since the moment I saw him.Damon Mondragon.Even thinking his name now felt strange.Heavy.Like the sound carried something deeper than letters.I pressed my fingers lightly against my temple and closed my eyes briefly.“What is ha

Damon’s POVI knew something had changed the moment I saw her the next morning.Some people would have missed it.Most people probably wouldn't have noticed at all.But I wasn't most people.And Alyssandra wasn't just anyone.She was my wife.The woman I spent five years searching for.The woman whose every smile, every habit, every expression had been permanently carved into my memory long before the world took her away from me.So when she entered the breakfast room that morning, I noticed it immediately.The hesitation.The way her eyes searched for me before she even realized she was doing it.The way her breathing caught for a fraction of a second when our gazes met.The way she looked at menot like a stranger.Not entirely.And that terrified me more than I wanted to admit.Because hope was dangerous.Five years had taught me that lesson repeatedly.Hope had become something sharp.Something capable of cutting deeper than disappointment.So I stayed seated calm.Even though eve