All Chapters of My Lover is a Mafia Boss: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Akala ko simpleng gabi lang ‘yon — another corporate event I had to attend for work. Fake smiles, expensive wine, and people pretending they actually cared about business when all they really wanted was power.I hated these parties. Pero wala akong choice. It’s part of my job as a PR consultant for one of the biggest companies in the city.I was halfway through my second glass of wine when everything changed.The doors opened.And he walked in.Parang may malamig na hangin na dumaan sa buong ballroom. Conversations stopped. Heads turned. Even the orchestra seemed to falter for a second.He moved like he owned the place — tall, broad shoulders, crisp black suit that fit him too perfectly. His presence screamed money, danger, and something else I couldn’t name.Everyone whispered his name.“That’s him…”“Alessandro Vallerio.”“The CEO of Vallerio Group.”“The mafia boss.”My heart pounded in my chest. I’d heard stories about him — ruthless, cold, the kind of man you don’t cross if you w

Hindi ako mapakali buong araw. Since the meeting kanina, Alessandro Vallerio’s presence had lingered like perfume sa hangin — mahirap burahin, kahit anong gawin ko.Ang mas nakakainis? Ako pa mismo ang napili niyang katrabaho. Out of everyone, ako.Habang nagpa-pack up ako sa desk ko, may lumapit na assistant ni Ms. Ortega.“Miss Eliara, Mr. Vallerio requested if you could meet him tonight for a private dinner. He said it’s to discuss project details.”Napahinto ako. Dinner?“Uhm… tonight?”“Yes, ma’am. He’ll send a car for you at seven.”“Okay…” I managed to say, kahit halata sa boses ko ang kaba.Pag-alis ng assistant, agad akong tinabihan ni Lianne.“Girl, are you serious? Private dinner? That’s not just business — that’s something else!”I sighed. “I know. But what choice do I have? He’s our client.”“Yeah, but he’s also—”“The mafia boss, I know.” Naputol ko siya. “Trust me, I haven’t forgotten.”Pero kahit sabihin kong aware ako, hindi ko kayang itanggi na may excitement sa dibd

Kinabukasan, maaga pa lang, nasa conference hall na ako para sa final presentation. Everything was going well — until the sky outside darkened.A faint thunder rolled across the city.By the time the meeting ended, the rain had turned into a full-blown storm. Sheets of rain hammered the glass walls of the hotel, and lightning flashed every few seconds.Pagkatapos ng presentation, lumapit sa akin si Alessandro, hands tucked in his pockets as usual.“You did well,” he said simply.“Thank you,” sagot ko, trying to sound professional kahit nanginginig na ‘yung tuhod ko. Not from fear — but from how his presence always seemed to take over every space.“I’m impressed,” he added. “You handled the board like a queen.”I smiled, nervous. “Coming from you, that means a lot.”“Good,” he murmured, eyes glinting. “Then maybe you deserve a reward.”Before I could respond, biglang may dumating na staff. “Sir, ma’am, apologies — all flights back to Manila are grounded due to the typhoon. It’s not saf

Tahimik lang kami sa biyahe pabalik sa hotel.No words. No excuses. Just the hum of the engine and the heavy silence between us.Nakatitig lang ako sa labas ng bintana habang patuloy ang ulan, malakas pero hindi kasing lakas ng tibok ng puso ko.I could still see it — the flash, the sound, the cold look in his eyes.The man I saw earlier wasn’t the Alessandro I thought I knew.Pagdating namin sa hotel, hindi na siya nagsalita. Diretso lang sa suite, and I followed without question.Pagpasok namin, he poured himself a drink — whiskey, neat — then stared out the window for a long time.I waited.Finally, he spoke.“Do you think less of me now?”I looked at him. “Should I?”He gave a faint, broken smile. “Most people do.”“Most people aren’t me.”He turned, eyes dark and tired. “Then maybe you should be.”I took a step closer. “Then tell me, Alessandro. Tell me why.”He stared at the glass in his hand. The silence stretched again, then finally — he sighed.“I wasn’t supposed to be this,”

The night fell quietly over the Vallerio Estate.Tahimik, parang huminga ulit ang mundo pagkatapos ng mahabang araw.Nasa veranda ako, nakatingin sa malawak na hardin na basang-basa pa sa ulan. The air smelled like earth and rain — calm, fragile, peaceful.For once, walang sigaw, walang baril, walang takot. Just stillness.Narinig ko ang mahinang pagbukas ng pinto. Alessandro stepped out, wearing a simple black shirt and gray slacks — nothing like the powerful CEO or the untouchable Mafia boss. Just a man.“You can’t sleep?” tanong niya habang lumapit.I shook my head. “I guess my mind’s too loud.”He leaned against the railing beside me, the night wind brushing through his hair. “What are you thinking about?”“You,” I admitted, softly. “And what happens next.”He chuckled — quiet, almost sad. “You shouldn’t think too far ahead when it comes to me.”“Then tell me what’s real right now.”He turned to face me, eyes steady. “This. You. Here.”My heart skipped. For a moment, it felt like