All Chapters of Maid for the Billionaire (Tagalog): Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

“Elle, anak, ‘wag mong ipilit ‘yang headband kung hindi mo feel suotin, okay?” tawa ko habang sinisilip ang sarili ko sa salamin, ayos nang konti ng buhok, kahit pa super init sa labas.She giggled sa maliit na salamin na hawak niya, habang nilalagay ang sunglasses niya na hindi pa naman kasya. “PARK!” sigaw niya, sabay palakpak.I laughed. “Yes, baby, magpa-park tayo. Pero let Mama fix your shoelaces first.”Galing na kami sa short getaway. Nasa office na ulit si Kalix, pero I can tell he’s still in war mode. Legal team meetings, intel briefings, security reviews. Pagbalik namin sa condo, sabi niya, “Just enjoy the day, love. Don’t worry about anything yet.”So ‘yun nga ang ginagawa ko. Well—trying, at least.Kaka-lock ko pa lang ng stroller nang may kumatok.Tuktok.Napakunot ang noo ko. “Sino kaya ‘to?” tanong ko sa sarili, kasi hindi naman nagpa-deliver si Kalix. Lumingon ako sa digital peephole… at muntik kong maibagsak si Elle.Finesse.In all black. Oversized sunglasses. Red li

[Kalix’s—1st POV]I didn’t flinch when the man re-entered the room.Same coat. Same eyes. Same calm, calculated smirk that I wanted to wipe off his face with my fist.Victor fucking Calderon.He closed the door behind him and took his time walking back to the table. This wasn’t a second interrogation. This was personal.“Alone this time,” he said casually, glancing at the empty seat beside me. “No lawyer. No witness. Just you and me.”I leaned back, eyes fixed on his every movement. “What’s this, Vic? Final round of your midlife power trip?”He gave a small laugh, pulled out a cigarette—but didn’t light it. Just twirled it between his fingers like a habit he couldn’t kill.“You think this is still about the case,” he said. “But I’ve already done my part. You’re not here because I need answers. You’re here because I needed to see for myself what happened to you.”He looked me over like I was some charity case. A pity project.And then he said it.“You turned out weaker than I thought.”

“Breaking news update: Kalix Alcantara, CEO of Alcantara Incorporated., has officially been cleared of all charges after a thorough investigation revealed planted evidence and internal conspiracy. Authorities confirm that Mr. Alcantara was wrongly accused.”Click.Pinatay ko na agad ‘yung TV. Maingay. Masyado akong pagod para mag-cheer o ngumiti. Magkaharap lang kami ni Kalix ngayon, tahimik, parehas basang-basa ng emosyon. May relief… oo. Pero may natira ring takot na hindi basta-basta nawawala.Hindi ko akalain na ‘yung salitang “cleared” ay parang hindi rin sapat.Kaya nandito kami ngayon—sa isang maliit na therapy room sa taas ng isang wellness clinic na tinago ni Daniel sa contacts niya. Safe. Discreet. And far from any noise we couldn’t handle.“Why don’t we start with what this moment feels like for both of you?” tanong ng therapist.Kalix cleared his throat. “It feels… unreal. I’ve spent so long preparing for everything to fall apart. But now that it didn’t… I feel more lost.”

[Kalix—1st POV]I’ve always believed that silence was my weapon.But lately, it feels more like a curse I brought upon myself.I didn’t say goodbye when I left. I didn’t leave a letter.I couldn’t.Not when her face still haunted me at night.Not when every sound of our daughter laughing echoed like a gunshot inside my chest.I told myself I was doing the right thing—again.To protect them.To end this.But the truth?I was scared.Of how she’d look at me once she realized I was never truly free.The black car hummed low as it drove toward an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of a province—Mavellan Port, a forgotten harbor once owned by my father’s old business rival.I arrived at the gate, checked my watch, and waited. Right on time.A figure stepped out of the shadows. Older. Hardened by time.Alfonso Regente.Once my father’s partner.Now, possibly one of the last people alive who knew the truth about everything—about Finesse, about Richard, and about what happened in the days b

“Ano ‘to, charity exhibit? Or pity showcase?”Napahinto ako sa pag-scroll. Tuyo agad lalamunan ko.It was a repost of my recent painting. Isa sa mga gawa ko na kasali sa art exhibit ng Ford University. A project I poured myself into for weeks—isang piece na halos hindi ko natapos sa sobrang pagod, pressure, at self-doubt. I poured my soul into that canvas, and now… ito ang caption.“Pity work.”“Pinapasali lang kasi asawa ni Kalix.”“Kung di lang sikat ‘yung apelyido, di ‘yan mapapansin.”“Pa-victim vibes para sa sympathy votes.”My chest tightened as I read through the comments. Hundreds of them. Dozens of laughing reacts. Screenshots. Edits. May mga nagsasabing ‘cringe.’ May mga nagsabing “di bagay sa gallery.”At sa ilalim ng lahat ng iyon—‘yung pangalan ko, naka-tag.Parang may sumaksak sa sikmura ko. I closed my phone but my hands were trembling.I worked so hard for that. Ginabi ako sa studio halos araw-araw. Kulang sa tulog, kulang sa kain. Hindi ako natulog ng maayos for days