All Chapters of When The Mafia Falls In Love: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Heaven's Point Of ViewAll of the business men were already busy having chitchats with other people. For sure, nagpaplastikan na naman ang mga 'yan hanggang sa makuha nila ang mga gusto nila. Habang nanunuod sa mga ginagawa nila, hindi ko maiwasan hindi mapalingon sa isang table na siyang agad nagpagalit sa'kin agad. Kanina ko pa sila nakikita at kahit ayaw ko mang tumingin, hinahatak ako ng presensiya nila at gustong-gusto ko nang pumatay. Gusto ko na silang patayin. I don't care about Dark Silva, what I cared about as his wife. Mara Dela Fuente and her parents. They were so happy at their table, giggling about things as if they didn't do anything about my parents before. I will not be like this as monstrous as monsters if they just let me live happily.. kahit wala si Dark. Pero anong ginawa nila? They killed my parents and I will make sure that they will taste their own medicine."Can I have wine please?" kumunot ang noo ko dahil sa isang boses na nanghihingi ng alak. Napalingon ak

Heaven's Point of ViewHabang nilalakad ko ang daan patungo sa isang bahay hindi gano'n kalayo sa base namin, napapatingin sa'kin ang mga tao. Nakasuot lang ako ng mahabang palda na itim na parang isa lang talaga akong taga rito at puting damit na simple lang. Pero mukhang hindi ko pa rin matago ang sarili ko lalo na't mas lalong pumuti ang balat ko at kaoag natatamaan ng sinag ng araw, mas lalo lang akong napapansin."Fuck," I whispered to myself and then opened the umbrella to cover myself not from the sun but to cover myself from the people. I keep to myself, moving quietly through life. I'm careful about sharing my plans or where I'm going aside from my girlies and Virgil, preferring to keep things low-key. Shadows suit me fine, and I like it that way. I avoid drawing attention or getting others involved. It's just easier to stay under the radar. I go about my business, trying not to disturb anything or anyone. That's how I like it. I mind my own path and let others mind theirs. I

Heaven's Point of ViewI was just staring at my phone where the picture of my daughter was so bright while she was waving her little hand and smiling so cute. I couldn't help but to praise the seraphic beauty of my child that even though she is still a child, a one-year and almost two-year old child, she already knows how to communicate with Rowena's family and to me. I couldn't help but smile but at the same time, sad, because she is really a spitting image of that fucking Dark Silva."Ang laki na ng anak mo, Heaven," saad ng bagong dating na si Virgil. Huminga lang ako nang malalim bago ako seryosong humarap sa kaniya sabay lagay ko sa phone sa bulsa."Yeah, it was so fast. It was as if I was just carrying her in my arms while she was crying nonstop, and the first ever reason why I want to live more after my parents' death. You know how painful it was to me, Virgil," I seriously responded. He nodded and sat down right in front of me.We are here on the balcony of our home, home of t

Dark's Point of View "Someone already hacked the surveillance, I still have to dig more, Dark," Trisso seriously muttered. I sighed aggressively before roaming my eyes around. There are a lot of people here now because of the ninth day of Mr. Villaflores' wake. Until now, I still fucking remembered how he died right in front of all people. Someone shot him from afar and I received reports that someone rented a room in front of the hotel beside the complex. And I also have received all the information about everything, the woman who rented and broke the room's window, the gun powder, the name and the footage. But fuck, the footage was blurry because it was hacked by someone skillfully. I didn't even know that someone could do such things masterfully like Trisso. "It looks like they are going to target someone again," I coldly said in the earpiece. I saw Eleven and Zero walking around, checking all the possible positions. "Do you think they are still the one? I mean, that woman, ev

Heaven's Point of ViewThe news exploded like a storm across Negros Oriental, shattering the somber air of mourning that had settled over the Villaflores mansion. Mrs. Villaflores, the matriarch with a heart of gold, had been found dead on the final night of her husband's wake, leaving a grief-stricken town in the mansion. The community reeled in shock, mourning the loss of that fucking woman who embodied kindness and generosity. As if.Her gentle spirit had touched countless lives and as a devoted wife, a loving mother, and a compassionate soul who'd always been present at every event, every charity, every fundraiser for the poor and forgotten. Her absence left a void, a silence that echoed through the streets, a reminder of the fragility of life and the indelible mark she'd left on the hearts of those who'd known her. And that's based on the fucking news spouting lies."This company was really paid well by the Villaflores family, spouting nonsense as if it was all authentic. That's