Papa Katsu Artinya

Warning : Mengandung konten dewasa 21+ “Pak Damian, saya mohon lebih dalam lagi!” pinta Jessica menjerit. Dijebak oleh seseorang yang menginginkan Jessica tidur dengan seniornya, gadis itu berakhir menghabiskan malam terlarang dengan sang presdir. Jessica hamil, tetapi Damian sama sekali tidak mengenalinya, karena dirinya juga dalam pengaruh alkohol yang tinggi. Damian mencari gadis itu dengan bermodal cincin yang ditinggalkan Jessica untuk ia nikahi karena desakan sang papa yang ingin ia segera menikah dan memiliki pewaris. Namun, bukan Jessica yang Damian nikahi melainkan Audy—sahabat Jessica sendiri. Jessica yang marah dan kecewa akhirnya mengungkapkan yang sebenarnya jika dirinya lah yang tidur dengan Damian. Tetapi bukti itu sama sekali tidak ada hingga Jessica diusir oleh Damian begitu saja. Jessica yang sakit hati memutuskan untuk pergi membawa anak yang masih di dalam kandungannya tanpa memberitahu jika dirinya hamil dengan Damian. Dan 5 tahun kemudian takdir mempertemukan mereka kembali. Mengapa bisa Audy yang dinikahi Damian? Bagaimana reaksi Damian jika ternyata anak Jessica sangat mirip dengan dirinya?

Demi melunasi hutang keluarga, papa dan mama tirinya memaksa Kinara untuk menikahi seorang pria paruh baya mesum. Kinara pun memilih kabur. Sayangnya, dia ditabrak sebuah mobil. Saat Kinara pikir akan mati, dia justru terkejut ketika menemukan dirinya terbangun di kamar Keny–seorang salesman yang juga mantan kekasih Kinara. Waktu itu, Kinara terpaksa memutuskan Keny karena ancaman sang mama tiri yang ingin membunuh pria tersebut. Namun, pria di hadapannya ini mengaku bahwa dirinya bukanlah Keny, melainkan Kenzo–CEO Wirawan Company. Belum sempat memproses semuanya, Kinara kembali dikejutkan pada penawaran Kenzo. Pria itu tiba-tiba menawarkan bantuan untuk membalaskan dendam Kinara pada mama tirinya. Di sisi lain, Kenzo meminta meminta bantuan Kinara untuk menjadi “istri kontraknya” demi keberhasilan bisnis yang sedang pria itu jalankan. Kinara–yang tak punya pilihan–pun menerimanya. Sayangnya, Kinara tak tahu bahwa Kenzo sebenarnya Keny–pria yang mencintai dan juga membencinya. Bagaimana kisah keduanya? Apakah kesalahpahaman di antara keduanya dapat berakhir? Atau, justru kisah mereka berdua yang berakhir selamanya?

On the night of the Benedetto family's Harvest Festival, my Mafia husband, Salvatore, told me to bring our son, Giuseppe, to the family gathering. He said his madre had finally accepted us into the Benedetto bloodline. I was trembling with excitement in our little cottage as I dressed Giuseppe in his finest little suit. He had carved a single wooden rose by hand, a project he'd saved for over five years. He said he would present it to his grandmother at the celebration, a plea for her to accept our place in the family. But the moment we stepped into the stone manor, I saw Carmela. Salvatore had her pinned against an oak barrel in a deep, searing kiss. In the moonlight, her hand was undoing his tie. In front of everyone, Salvatore smiled and gently pushed her away. He walked toward the family members gathered in a semicircle and raised a crystal glass. "Tonight, in addition to celebrating the harvest, I have an important announcement." "I would like to introduce you all to the woman I have married in the eyes of God and the Church." "Miss Carmela Torrino." Before I could even process his words, Giuseppe tore his hand from mine and rushed forward. "Papa, what are you saying?" "Isn't my mother your wife?"

Prologue Celine Dela Cruz never imagined na mauuwi sa ganito ang buhay niya. Sa probinsya, simple lang ang mundo niya—gising ng maaga para tumulong sa tindahan ng pamilya, makipagbiruan sa mga kapatid, at mangarap na balang araw… magkakaroon din siya ng love story na parang sa pelikula. Pero isang gabi, habang sabay-sabay silang kumakain, bumagsak ang bombang hindi niya inasahan. “Anak…” mabigat ang boses ng tatay niya. “May kasunduan tayo. Ikakasal ka.” Nag-freeze si Celine. “What? Papa, seryoso ka ba?” At doon niya narinig ang pangalan. Liam Alcantara. CEO ng Alcantara Group. Isa sa pinakamakapangyarihang tao sa Maynila. Mayaman, guwapo raw sabi sa mga balita, pero kilala ring cold at walang puso. Arranged marriage. Hindi niya choice, hindi niya gusto. Pero dahil nalulunod na sa utang ang pamilya niya, wala siyang nagawa. Sa moment na iyon, narealize niya—hindi lahat ng love story nagsisimula sa kilig. Minsan, nagsisimula ito sa kontrata. At minsan, ang taong akala mong magpapabagsak sa’yo, siya pala ang matututunan mong mahalin.

My husband, Luca, had a childhood sweetheart named Sophia. Years ago, during a brutal gang shootout, Sophia shielded him from the worst of the bloodshed, and since then, she had suffered from severe PTSD. Because of that, Luca would push aside family business every year and fly to our estate on a secluded island off the coast of Sicily to spend three months “helping her recover.” “Victoria, she lost her mind because of me,” he told me. “I’m responsible for her. I hope you can be magnanimous.” So, I nodded. And eventually, I got used to the fact that every year, my husband would disappear for three months to fulfill what he called a moral obligation. That was until the day I flew in without warning to inspect the family’s money-laundering network on that island and saw him. In the town square, under the bright Mediterranean sun, Luca was standing there with a five-year-old boy by his side. “Papa, how long do we have to hide on this island?” the child asked. “I want to go to New York. I want to see the Empire State Building.” Luca laughed gently and scooped him up in his arms. With his other hand, he held Sophia’s. “Antonio, be good,” he said affectionately. “Papa’s position is… complicated. When you turn eighteen and pass the family’s initiation ceremony, I’ll kill that woman and her dead old man. Then, I’ll take you back to New York to inherit the entire Corleone family.” I stood in the shadows, unseen. Slowly, I lit a cigarette. The smoke curled around me as their voices drifted over, the conversation getting more vicious as it went. Sophia leaned into his chest, her tone sweet and coy. “Luca, I’ve been with you for seven years without a name or a title. How much longer are our son and I supposed to live like ghosts?” Luca sighed. “I don’t have a choice. The old man in the Corleone family is still alive. I married Victoria just to get her territory. Don’t worry. I’ve been adding something to her milk every day. She’ll never get pregnant in this lifetime. My family bloodline will only continue through you.” The last thread of reason in my mind snapped. In the six years of marriage we shared, I had been infertile. I’d taken countless hormone injections to stimulate ovulation. I’d knelt in church and prayed more times than I could count. Yet, all along, the devil poisoning me was my own husband. The initial shock faded quickly into rage. I crushed out my cigarette and pulled out my phone. Then, I dialed my uncle, the family’s clean-up man. “Uncle Rocco,” I said calmly, “Luca betrayed me. He betrayed the family. Order a coffin in the finest black walnut for me, and make it large, large enough to fit a family of three.”

Prologue: Moi: Mais papa enfin! Lui: N'insistes pas ma décision est prise. Moi: Tu n'as même pas essayer de m'écouter! Elle: Quand l'homme parle, la femme écoute et se tait. Moi: Maman!... 0_0... Je n'arrive pas à croire qu'elle soutienne la décision de papa. Qu'est-ce que je dis?... Elle a toujours été de son côté de toute fâçon. Mais j'espérais pour une fois qu'elle prenne ma défense vu les enjeux. Moi: comment vous pouvez prendre de telles décisions? Lui: Ce n'est pas à toi de décider ma fille mais à moi. Et j'estime que tu as trop fait l'école. Dans nos traditions la femme ne doit même pas y mettre les pieds mais toi tu y es allée alors maintenant c'est fini. Moi:...mais... Quoi? À cause de ces stupides traditions encore?...je ne sais même plus quoi dire, quoi faire pour les convaincre de me laisser continuer….

Griselle Dayoung dan David, hidup di dua dunia yang berbeda. Griselle sebagai pewaris tunggal HANSENG group milik keluaranya. Di sisi lain David seorang pria misterius yang memulai segalanya dari nol. Griselle yang acuh dan bebas bertemu dengan David yang dingin dan selalu menghitung langkah dalam bertindak. "Bukannya tadi aku bertanya apakah tubuhmu baik-baik saja?" Jawab David sambil melirik ke arah Griselle. "Iya, lantas apa hubungannya antara tubuhku baik-baik saja dengan kamu mengantar makan siang ke kantorku?" Tanya Griselle dengan wajah bingung, hatinya merasa sedikit tidak nyaman. "Hari ini, aku sedang bereksperimen dengan menu baru. Karena nggak ada yang menjadi kelinci percobaan, walau dengan berat hati, aku pergi mengantar makanan buatanku ke kantormu. Menurutku setidaknya, di sana ada banyak pegawaimu yang bisa menjadi kelinci percobaan." Jawab David dengan santai. Griselle terdiam saat mendengar perkataan David, saat ini di dalam hatinya timbul keinginan yang sangat besar untuk menarik keras rambut dan menggigit daun telinga pria di depannya ini. Ternyata kebaikan David tadi siang hanya untuk menjadikan dirinya dan pegawainya sebagai kelinci percobaan. Rupanya dia mau membalas dendam, maki Griselle di dalam hati. "Melihat kamu kembali baik-baik saja, aku merasa sedikit tenang, artinya makananku masih layak untuk dimakan." David melanjutkan perkataannya masih dengan nada tenang, tanpa menyadari perubahan di wajah Griselle yang sudah menghitam. Wajah Griselle yang awalnya kelam, tiba-tiba berubah dengan cepat menjadi wajah penuh kelicikan. Perubahan wajah Griselle secepat membalikkan telapak tangan, dengan wajah penuh senyuman manis, dia berkata, "Tetapi aku tetap harus berterima kasih loh."

In New York’s Upper East Side, there were two heirs. One was a speed-obsessed daredevil dominating the racetracks, the other was a brilliant actuary who controlled the flow of capital. Born into powerful families and polar opposites in temperament, yet they grew up side by side as each other’s only best friend. They had fought over girls and bickered endlessly over racing bets. However, at fifteen, there was one thing they did in perfect unison. They each put on the same roughly carved bronze badge. They were trinkets Mia had idly made during a craft class, marked only by a faint “M” scratched on the back. Back then, Mia was seated in the last row of the classroom. Her background was a complete mystery to everyone. Yet they wore that badge for ten whole years. Whether standing on the F1 podium or locking in billion-dollar trades at the exchange, the cheap little badge on their chests never changed. Until Ella showed up. She was the cherished daughter of a rising conglomerate family. She hand-stitched two gold-thread fabric patches and gifted them to them. The patches looked so ordinary they looked like the kind of trinket you would find three for a dollar at a flea market. And yet, they both replaced their bronze badges with her plain patches. Mia did not say anything. She simply folded away an old newspaper clipping with a photo of the three of them smiling together. That night, she called her father in Sicily. Her voice was emotionless. “Papa, I accept the marriage arrangement.”

Setelah mendengar kabar dari pasukan bahwa kakak kembar suamiku gugur dalam sebuah misi, kakak ipar yang baru ditinggal suaminya itu sangat terpukul hingga pingsan. Saat sadar kembali, dia kehilangan ingatannya. Tangannya menggenggam erat tangan suamiku dan tidak mau melepaskannya. Hanya karena dokter mengatakan, “Pasien tidak boleh menerima guncangan.” Suamiku dan ibu mertua pun membujukku agar ikut dia bersandiwara. Setiap kali aku menyinggung soal itu, mereka berdua selalu menjawab, “Tunggu aja sampai kakak iparmu pulih kembali ingatannya!” Maka dari itu, aku hanya bisa memandangi suamiku sendiri tinggal dan makan bersama kakak iparnya dengan mataku sendiri. Bahkan putri kami pun hanya bisa melihat anak kakak iparku memanggil suamiku sebagai papa di hadapannya. Sampai suatu ketika, putriku demam tinggi dan tak kunjung sadar. Aku memohon padanya untuk mengantarkan kami ke rumah sakit. Dan yang tidak kusangka, kakak ipar justru marah besar karena hal ini. Dia menangis sambil mengancam bunuh diri. Pada saat tarik menarik pertikaian mereka, sebilah gunting itu malah menancap ke jantungku. Saat kembali membuka mata, aku mendapati diriku telah kembali ke hari ketika suamiku memutuskan untuk menjadi suami pengganti bagi kakak iparnya.

To protect his biological child, the mafia Don deliberately announces to the world that my fiance is his long-lost son. A Rolls-Royce pulls up outside my house. My fiance stares at his custom-tailored suit, his entire body trembling with excitement. I'm about to tell him it's all a lie when he shoves me aside and brushes off his sleeves with disgust, like he's touching something filthy. "Stay away from me. I can smell the poverty on you from here!" "Since I'm the Don's son, our engagement is over. An unwanted nobody like you isn't even fit to lick my boots." I try to explain, but he pulls out a check and slams it against my face—the sharp paper edge slices across my cheek. "Here's a million dollars. Consider it a breakup fee, and don't bother me again. We're not from the same world anymore." Watching the check flutter down into the mud, I quietly dim my phone screen. On it is a text from my father, the mafia Don. "Mia cara figlia, bear with it a little longer. Papa will bring you home soon to take over the family." Since he wants to burn every bridge between us, fine. He can have all this fortune on a silver platter. Whether he'll live long enough to enjoy it is another question entirely.