All Chapters of Maid for the Billionaire (Tagalog): Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“Do you want to live in another country?” Kalix asked, his arm draped around my shoulder. We were back in the garden, but this time—no lights, no flowers, no people. Just us. Elle was inside, being put to sleep by Dexter. James was out for the night. It was quiet. The air was cool. No smoke, no drama. Just peace.“Hindi ko alam,” sagot ko, totoo. “Sanay ako sa gulo. Parang pag walang problema, hindi ako makahinga.”“Same.”Tumawa kami ng sabay, ‘yung tipong what-the-hell-is-wrong-with-us na tawa.“Pero love,” dagdag niya, “gusto ko ng tahimik. Gusto ko ng buhay na hindi laging may naghahabol sa atin. Gusto ko ng bahay, routine, coffee sa umaga, tapos ikaw sa sofa habang may hawak kang libro na hindi mo tinatapos.”“Wow. Ang babaw ng pangarap mo.”“Ikaw lang kasi gusto ko kasama, kaya kahit anong setting, pangarap na rin.”Ngumiti ako. Malambot. Sapat.Sandali kaming natahimik, pero hindi uncomfortable. ‘Yung klase ng katahimikan na may kapayapaan — ‘yung wala kayong kailangang i-prove

(R-18)Agad na gumalaw ang labi niya para labanan ang halik ko, ang kaliwang kamay niya ay gumalaw para lakbayin ang katawan ko. Ang labi nya na kanina ay nasa labi ko ay unti unting bumababa sa leeg ko, sa balikat ko, hanggang umabot ito sa mound ko, I don’t know where to look, it’s been almost two years since we last made love.He held the back of my neck as I breathed against his mouth, my hands splayed across his chest, and we stayed like that — tangled in heat and ghosts, hearts beating too loud — until the fire burned low and morning threatened to find us.He didn’t ask for anything more.Neither did I.We just… stayed.Breathing each other in. Holding what was left. Trying to remember what it meant to feel.And for the first time in years, I didn’t want to disappear.Because somehow, even after everything—He still made me feel like I was someone worth staying for.“Ahhhhh,” I can hear my own hearbeat, his kisses are like fire, burning eaach part ofmy body, I never felt this fe

It was hot in the province, even this early. Kalix and I stood outside his car, facing an old white house—slim and weathered, with a rusted gate and a heaviness in the air. Mama stepped out of the backseat, silent, holding a small gift in her hands.“Are you sure you want to go in alone?” tanong ni Kalix, looking at both of us.Umiling si Mama. “This is something I need to do. But Naya… can you come with me?”Tumango lang ako.Pagkapasok namin, sinalubong kami ng isang babaeng payat, tuyot ang kutis, naka-daster, may tabako sa gilid ng labi kahit umaga pa lang.“Sino ‘to?” tanong niya agad, paangil. “Anong kailangan ninyo?”Mama stepped forward, awkward pero magalang.“Ako po si Cynthia. Ina ni Naya.”Nagtaas ng kilay ang babae, saka tiningnan ako mula ulo hanggang paa.“Ah, bumalik pala ang animal na matapos makapag asawa, nilayasan kasi? Ang batang kinuha ng asawa ko. Ilang taon mo nang hindi nakita? Aba, swerte mo, maayos pa rin katawan.”Mama flinched, halatang nagulat sa bastos n

Mainit ang araw pero presko ang simoy ng hangin sa loob ng simbahan.The place was filled with flowers—white tulips, soft peach roses, and baby’s breath that almost spilled all the way to the altar. Vienna had really chosen a theme that was understated but classy. I didn’t want to stress myself too much over the preparations, but somehow, everything turned out well. Not grand, not too simple. Just right.Elle was in her christening gown, looking like an angel with her own little spotlight. She was fast asleep in Dexter’s arms, calm and peaceful—completely unaware of the number of people waiting to greet her and take turns carrying her later.Nakaupo ako sa unahan, katabi si Kalix, habang nagsasalita ang pari sa homily. He looked sharp in a navy barong. Tahimik siya, but I could feel the tension in his hands habang hawak niya ‘yung kamay ko.Maybe it was just nerves. Maybe it was the weight of the ceremony.Or maybe, he knew—like I did—na kahit gaano ka ganda ang simula ng araw na ‘to,

“I’ll prove my innocence, I can handle the world who turned their backs on me, but not you,” Kalix had said the night before.And he meant it.Pagkagising pa lang, he was already in the office—earlier than usual. Wala pang 7 a.m., wala pa siyang kain, pero ando’n na siya, digging through old files, calling legal, tracing every damn thing connected to the Renzo case.Ako naman?Hindi rin ako nakatulog.Habang tulog si Elle, ako’y tulala sa dining table, cellphone sa harap ko. The name Renzo Valerio flashing across dozens of search results, blog posts, archived barangay records.Ang weird, kasi habang mas marami akong nalalaman, mas lalo akong kinikilabutan.According to one blog post, Renzo was last seen entering a small café near a construction site—one that used to be owned by a shell company under Alcantara Group.Napa-lean ako forward.Shell company? Bakit kailangan ng shell company kung walang tinatago?I didn’t want to think the worst, pero hindi rin ako pwedeng bulagin ng pagmam