Post Colonialism Criticism

Milene sees her world crumbling down after the death of her father, what seemed like a perfect world comes crashing down within the twinkle of an eye. Being the eldest daughter of the Scardoni family, she felt the need to help out when her family began to face endless embarrassment from loan sharks but what seemed like a duty to maintain the peace of her family ended up with her being sold to a capo in the Italian mafia world. All Angelo needed is a bride who would ease the tension surrounding the sudden attempt on his life. He used the helpless situation yet selfish act of the Scardoni widow to gain her daughter as his bride but ends up developing deep feelings for her. As Milene is being forced to live with Angelo as his wife, she is faced with some difficulties in the underworld facing endless criticism from women who has been there before her. With the increased tension, Angelo finds himself going through anything just to protect his wife, he finds himself being forced to forfeit his role as capo because of his unwillingness to send Milene away and then get himself acquainted with the Russian mafia family by marrying the pakhan’s daughter. What happens when he wakes up one morning to discover that Milene is no longer by his side? Would he give up everything to look for her or would he believe the tales that is being told.

Amidst a birthday celebration filled with cupcakes and Malibu drinks, Rome's night takes an unexpected turn when she drunkenly stumbles into the wrong hotel room The next morning, she woke up naked next to the man she hated the most--- Cayson Montemayor; a gorgeous bachelor and the only heir of Montemayor International Colleges where Rome's entire family was working. He was basically her family's boss, but also the same man who she hated the most for over a decade. They both had no idea how they ended up in the same room, but... something happened to them that crazy, drunken night and they could no longer turn back time to fix what's already done. Due to Rome's embarrassment and Cayson's lack of interest, they both agreed to sweep the incident under the rug. Not until four weeks later. Rome found herself pregnant with DEMONtemayor's baby. In hopes to protect her family from societal judgment and criticism, Rome decided to chase Cayson and force him to step up to the plate. Will there be any chances for them? Only time will tell...

I had been married to Natasha Bates for ten years, and not once did she ever join me for our family's Independence Day cookout. This year, on the night before the celebration, I finally gathered the courage to ask if she wanted to come. She scoffed and said, "What are you, stuck in the past? Who even celebrates the Fourth with a family dinner anymore?" Yet that very evening, I saw a social media post of Natasha with her male best friend, Stanley Rogers. They were quite intimate in the picture, and the caption read: [True happiness is celebrating Independence Day with your bestie!] I commented back: [Hope you two lovebirds make it official soon.] Stanley did not hold back. He messaged me a bunch of intimate photos of the two of them. Then, he added, [You're just a leech living off his wife. What right do you have to question anything about Nattie?] Everyone always thought I was a gold-digger living off Natasha's success. However, they all forgot that I was the sole major shareholder of the company. This time, I’m done staying silent.

Even though this is my eighth time proposing to Beverly Galvan, she still coldly turns me down again. She says that she isn't ready yet and that she needs more time. Since that's the case, I tell myself I will wait as long as it takes. That's when I see it—her and my brother's marriage certificate, posted for everyone to see on her social media. When I question her about it, she merely says in a calm voice, "Timothy's unwell. He can't get too upset, so you'd better not start anything!" They are wearing wedding rings in that photo, and there is a barely visible bump on her belly. In that moment, the storm within me dissipates. Hitting the like button on the post, I type out a comment. "I wish you both a lifetime of joy. May the two of you grow old together!" A year later, a desperate-looking Beverly shows up in front of me, begging that we get back together. Unfortunately for her, her best friend, who was clearly pregnant, steps in with a smile and pushes her aside. "Give it a rest, will you? My husband already has a wife. We can have kids of our own. There's no need for him to be someone's fallback guy."