All Chapters of The Mafia King Obsession : Chapter 41 - Chapter 48

48 Chapters

Silent Goodbyes

Nagpatuloy ang mga araw sa hacienda nang halos hindi ko namamalayan. Sa loob ng ilang buwan na pananatili namin sa Pilipinas unti-unti ring bumalik ang sigla ng buong mansyon. Hindi na ganoon katahimik ang mga hallway na dati’y parang nilalamon ng lungkot. Mas madalas nang marinig ang tawanan nina Mommy Celestine at Daddy Arthuro sa sala, lalo na tuwing sabay-sabay kaming kumakain. At sa unang pagkakataon matapos ang mahabang panahon… pakiramdam ko naging normal ang buhay ko. Simple. Tahimik. Masaya. Madalas kaming mag-almusal sa veranda habang pinapanood ang pagsikat ng araw sa malawak na hacienda. “Hindi ko maintindihan kung bakit ang dami mong niluluto palagi,” natatawang reklamo ni Daddy minsan habang nakatingin siya sa hapag na puno ng pagkain. Nagkunwari akong napaingos. “Eh kasi po, lumakas na kayong kumain.” “Tinggnan mo itong batang ako pa ang ginawang dahilan.” Napatawa naman si Mommy Celestine habang naglalagay ng cafe sa tasa niya. “Hayaan mo na siya.

The Last Gift They Left Behind

Dalawang linggo matapos mailibing si Mommy Celestine… pakiramdam ko tuluyan nang nawalan ng buhay ang buong hacienda. Tahimik ang bawat sulok ng mansyon. Tahimik ang veranda na dati naming tambayan. Tahimik ang dining hall na minsang puno ng tawanan. At sa gitna ng katahimikang iyon… ako na lang mag-isa. Hindi ko na halos maalala kung ilang araw akong hindi lumalabas ng kwarto. Minsan, gigising ako sa madaling araw dahil akala ko narinig ko ang boses ni Daddy mula sa ibaba. Minsan naman, mapapatigil ako habang naglalakad sa hallway dahil parang maaamoy ko ang pabango ni Mommy. Pero sa bawat pagkakataong lilingon ako… wala sila. At iyon ang pinakamahirap tanggapin. Hindi na sila babalik. Isang umaga, habang tahimik akong nakaupo sa veranda hawak ang tasa ng kape ni Daddy, dahan-dahang lumapit si Aling Cora. Malungkot ang mukha niya Halatang hanggang ngayon ay hindi pa rin siya nakaka-move on sa pagkawala ng mag-asawa. “Maam Alyssandra…” Mahina ang boses niya. Napatingi

A Trace of Her

Damon’s POV Five years. Five fucking years. That was how long Alyssandra had been missing from my life. Five years of searching. Five years of bloodshed. Five years of tearing apart every city, organization, and underground network connected to her disappearance. And still nothing. No trace. No shadow. Not even a body. Her parents given up because they accepted she was already dead. But not me. Because deep inside, beneath all the rage and exhaustion, I knew one thing with absolute certainty. She was alive. And I was going to find her even if I had to burn the entire world down to do it. The city lights of Metro Manila reflected against the glass walls of my penthouse office as I stood beside the window, whiskey in hand. Below me, the city never slept. Cars crawled endlessly along EDSA. Neon lights flickered across Makati. People moved through their lives completely unaware of the world of violence hidden beneath the surface. Behind me, my table was buried under

The Man She Forgot, The Love He Never Lost

Five years of silence had a shape. It sat in my chest like a second heartbeat. I never learned how to turn off. The jet’s engine hummed steadily beneath me as Metro Manila disappeared beneath layers of cloud and fading city lights. I stared out of the window without really seeing anything. My reflection looked back at me, sharp eyes, rigid jaw, a face carved out of sleepless nights, and unfinished violence. Lucas sat across from me, silent and professional as always. A folder remained open on his lap, though I already knew every detail inside it by heart. Alyssandra Valdez. My wife. A stranger to herself. A ghost who had been living a second life while I burned the world searching for the first. “ETA is forty minutes, Sir,” Lucas finally said. I didn’t respond. My fingers tightened slightly around the edge of the armrest instead. Forty minutes. That was all that stood between me and the moment I had been waiting for and fearing in equal measure. I had faced armed men with

Fragments of a Life I Cannot Remember

Alyssandra’s POV The past few days blurred together like watercolor left out in the rain. I stayed busy on purpose. Work. Reports. Estate matters. Meetings with staff. Anything that kept my hands moving and my mind occupied. Because whenever everything went quiet that was when the emptiness came back. Not pain. Not exactly. More like something missing that I could never identify, no matter how long I stared at it. Like a word I used to know but forgot how to say. The hacienda was too big for silence. Too beautiful for sadness. And yet somehow it carried both at the same time. After the funeral, everything felt heavier. Doctor Arthuro Valdez and his wife had been gone for days now, but their absence still lingered in every hallway, every room, every corner where they used to exist. They were the closest thing I ever had to parents. Not by blood. But by choice. By care. By time. I still remembered waking up in a hospital bed years ago with no memory of who I wa

The Stranger Who Felt Like a Memory

The moment I saw him something inside me stopped. Not my thoughts. Not my breathing. Something deeper. Something I couldn’t name. He stood behind Lucas in the receiving hall of the hacienda, half a step back, silent, controlled, unmoving. Like a shadow that had chosen to take human form. At first, I thought he was just another business associate. We had plenty of those lately. People coming and going with documents, meetings, restructurings, and discussions I tried my best to understand and manage on my own. So I looked at him the way I looked at everyone else. Politely. Professionally. Without expectation. But the moment my eyes settled on his face everything shifted. I didn’t understand why. He wasn’t doing anything unusual. He wasn’t speaking. He wasn’t even looking at me directly at first. But my chest tightened anyway. A strange heaviness pressed against me, subtle at first, then sharper. Like my body recognized something my mind refused to understand. L

The Nightmare Beneath the Silence

I couldn’t sleep.No matter how exhausted I was.No matter how much I tried convincing myself that the strange heaviness inside my chest would disappear by morning.It stayed.The grandfather clock downstairs echoed faintly through the hallways of the hacienda, each tick stretching the silence longer than necessary.Midnight.Then one o’clock , two.Still awake.I sat near the window of my room wrapped in a thin cream-colored robe, staring out at the dark gardens illuminated by dim pathway lights.Everything looked peaceful.The flowers swayed softly beneath the wind.The trees stood still against the night sky.The fountain reflected silver moonlight like unmoving glass.Nothing about this place should have made me uneasy.And yetmy chest hadn’t relaxed since the moment I saw him.Damon Mondragon.Even thinking his name now felt strange.Heavy.Like the sound carried something deeper than letters.I pressed my fingers lightly against my temple and closed my eyes briefly.“What is ha

The Day My Past Found Me

I didn't sleep again after the nightmare.No matter how hard I tried.No matter how many times I told myself it was only a dream.Because deep insideI knew it wasn't.The images were too vivid.Too detailed.Too real.I could still hear the gunfire.Still feel the impact of my body hitting the ground.Still hear that voice calling my name over and over again.Aly.Not Alyssandra.Aly.Like it belonged to someone who had said it a thousand times before.Like it belonged to someone who loved me.The thought made my chest ache.I stood by the window as dawn slowly painted the horizon in shades of gold and pale orange.The hacienda was waking up.Workers moved through the gardens.Vehicles traveled along distant roads.Birds filled the morning air with song.Everything looked normal.Yet nothing felt normal.Not anymore.Because for the first time since waking from my coma years agoI was afraid.Not of the future.But of the past.Because something inside me had begun to crack.And what

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