Donny Pangilinan Gf Novels & Stories

' kung nakakasugat lang ang tingin niya malamang hiwa hiwa na sila. Nginisian siya ni Olga na lalong ikinapuyos ng kumukulo niyang dugo marahil napansin nito ang sama ng titig niya sa kaganapan. Inirapan niya ito at napapalatak. "Oh look... my handsome niece," napukaw ang atensyon niya at pati narin ng dalawa niyang pinsan nang pumasok sa eksena ang tiyahin niyang mang-aawit na walang iba kundi si Crisanta Veraniel-Ferrer, na isang biyuda at walang anak kaya naman mag-isa nitong nilulustay ang kayamang naiwan ng kanyang yumaong asawa na kalimitan ay napapabalitang nakikitang lumalabas kasama ang ilan sa mas batang lalaking celebrity sa showbiz.

It was from a company in Porta Nova, a place that had once been my dream destination when I graduated. Back then, I had given up that opportunity for Carlo. Thankfully, it was not too late now. After resigning, I was busy handing over my work. The first thing I did was call my friend to share the news. She was happy for me. After a brief silence, she asked, "What about Don Carlione? Is he going to Porta Nova with you?" I let out a bitter smile. "No. It's just me. We're breaking up." My parents passed away long ago. Aside from a few friends in Astonia, Carlo was all I had left.

In my daze, I could even hear metal scraping against bone. But the pain was going numb, and not in the physical sense. What hurt more than my body was everything else. I didn't know how long I cried before the surgeon finally finished. I asked the nurses when I could recover. They laughed. "It's just one lost baby. Are you planning on staying here forever?" "That's just how she is. That's why she's been clinging to the Costellos for eight years." "Exactly. Bianca and young Dante are a proper match, approved by the family elders. And her? A nobody who used to do odd jobs at some gallery, crawling after the Costellos like she belonged there."

"Doming?" "Oo. Domingo Ganzan. Yan ang tunay nyang pangalan. At sa pagkakatanda ko, sa Maynila ito pansamantalang nakatira noon kasama ang asawa nito pero baka umuwi na ito sa probinsya nila nang mamatay si Sir Ronaldo." "Can you still remember kung saang probinsya ito?" Pigil ang hiningang tanong ko sa kanya, so curious to know the answer.

When we got out, we walked to the canteen but it arrived! The engineers! They approached us but only one caught my eye. A man with eye glasses, he has a brown eyes, his eyelashes are quite long, his nose is also sharp, his lips are naturally red and he is taller than me. He came closer to me so I almost blushed while looking at him "Hello, I'm Kyle Anthony Pangilinan," he said and extended his hand. I closed my eyes a few times maybe I was just squinting but no, this handsome man is real!

It looped photos of us from the past with the caption: Isabella, I was wrong. At the New York premiere, he even used what remained of the Corleone family's connections just to try and see me. When the bodyguards blocked him at the door, he knelt down in front of the entire media corps. The next day, the headlines of every tabloid read: Former Mafia Don Kneels in the Street to Beg Ex-Wife's Forgiveness. I ignored all of it, pouring all my energy into filming my new movie. It was during filming that I met Luca Moretti.