All Chapters of Maid for the Billionaire (Tagalog): Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Flashback[Kalix—1st POV)“You’re throwing away your legacy for what? A relationship based on what—feelings?”My father’s voice echoed inside the study, each word like a slap to my pride. I stood there, jaw tight, holding my ground while he glared at me like I was the biggest disappointment he’d ever raised.“She’s not just some random girl, Dad,” I said through gritted teeth. “She’s Naya. And I love her.”“Love?” He laughed—cold and dismissive. “You think love will save you when this empire starts crumbling? You think she’ll hold your hand when our enemies start tearing you apart? Kalix, grow up. That girl is not built for our world.”“Maybe that’s the point,” I snapped. “I don’t want to be like you.”His eyes narrowed. “You’ve always been reckless. I should’ve known you’d let your emotions ruin everything. We already had the marriage lined up with the Santiago heiress. That deal was going to secure—”“I don’t care about your deals,” I cut him off. “I’m not a pawn, and I’m not marryi

“Former government contractor and businessman Richard Levitan was apprehended early this morning while attempting to flee the country through a private airstrip in Ilvarra. The manhunt concluded after two weeks of national search. Charges filed include attempted murder, conspiracy, human trafficking, and obstruction of justice. The arrest follows damning testimony by his own daughter—Nadine Levitan.”Naka-hinto ako habang pinapanood ang balita, hawak ang remote pero parang ang bigat-bigat ng kamay ko. Sa tabi ko, si Kalix, tahimik lang. Wala ni isang salita mula sa kanya habang pinapanood naming pareho ang imahe ni Richard, posas sa likod, nilalabas ng airport hangar habang pinalilibutan ng mga armadong pulis.“Nadine testified,” bulong ko. “All of it.”Kalix nodded. “She burned everything he built.”[Flashback – Two days ago, courtroom testimony]POV: Nadine“I was sixteen,” Nadine said, her voice steady despite the heavy air inside the courtroom. “And he promised me to a man twice m

POV: NayaAkala ko okay na ako. Akala ko tapos na ang lahat ng luha.Pero pagdating sa mga ganitong araw—yung mga araw na kailangan mong tanggapin na wala na—lahat bumabalik.It was Kalix’s idea.“Let’s bury it all, Naya,” he said quietly. “Not just them. But the pain, the guilt, the what-ifs.”So we did.A symbolic funeral. Sa isang private garden na exclusive para sa pamilya ni Kalix. Tahimik. Walang media. Walang press release.Just us.And the ghosts of the people we lost.Leslie’s name was carved on a white marble stone, right beside a small bench.Sa tabi nito, dalawang maliit na urns, wala namang laman. Pero para sa amin, para ‘yun kina Vince at Alina—ang mga anak naming hindi na namin nakilala.Kalix placed a single rose on each marker.Tahimik siya, pero ramdam mo ang bigat sa bawat hakbang, sa bawat paghinga.I stood there holding Elle, now five, tahimik din siya, parang alam niyang solemn ang moment na ‘to.“She would’ve been such a good tita,” I whispered to Kalix.“She al

Three Years LaterThe ocean breeze always smelled different in the morning—hindi katulad ng maalinsangang amoy ng siyudad. Dito, sa bagong bahay namin ni Kalix, may halong asin, sikat ng araw, at kapayapaan.I stepped barefoot onto the wooden porch, mug of salabat in hand, habang nakasilong sa banig si Kai, our youngest, nakahiga pa sa maliit niyang beanbag with a storybook open on his chest. Tatlong taon pa lang siya, pero para siyang laging nasa sariling mundo—katulad ni Elle noong kaedad niya.“Mommy,” he murmured, half-asleep, “where’s the moon go?”I smiled. “Natutulog din, baby. Para magbigay daan sa araw.”He hummed. “Okay.”From the hammock just a few steps away, naroon si Elle—now eight, mas mahaba na ang buhok niya at mas matalas ang mata. She was sketching with serious focus, hawak ang notebook na galing pa sa first exhibit ko years ago. Kalix had it customized for her, printed with tiny sunflowers at the bottom corner.“Anong ginagawa mo d’yan?” tanong ko, lumapit ako para

(Kalix’s POV — High School Flashback) “Tol, ‘yun na yata ‘yung working student na laging napapagalitan sa Bio lab,” sabay tukod ni Marcus sa siko ko habang nakatingin kami sa may hallway sa tapat ng vending machine. I wasn’t really listening. I was staring. She was short—barely reached five-three, maybe. May dala siyang isang stack ng photocopied papers, a half-open backpack, at isang straw ng milk tea na wala nang laman. Her uniform was a little loose, hindi bagong laba, pero maayos. Yung buhok niya naka-bun, messy, but that makes her extr beautiful. May tinta pa ng ballpen sa gilid ng daliri niya. And she was talking to the vending machine. “Isa ka pa. Kasabwat ka rin nila sa buhay ko?” she muttered, giving it one last useless tap before she sighed and turned away. I chuckled. She heard that. Our eyes met—just for a second. Walang kilig. Walang dramatic background music. She just blinked… then walked away. Wala man lang, “Hi, pogi” o “Aren’t you that varsity guy?”