Senyor Pasta

Sa edad na labinwalong taong gulang, na-in-love si Senyorita Valeria Fuentes sa isa sa mga tauhan ng kanyang ama na si Carlos Guerrero Hindi niya alintana ang malaking agwat ng kanilang pamumuhay. Langit si Valeria, lupa si Carlos at kahit kailan hindi pwedeng magtagpo ang dalawa lalo na at alam nilang tututol dito ang ama ni Valeria na mata-pobre. Ngunit, walang sekreto na hindi mabubunyag. Pagkatapos kasing malaman ni Don Juanico na nakipagrelasyon ang anak niyang si Valeria sa isang patay gutom na si Carlos, isang pasya ang nabuo sa kanyang isipan Pinapatay niya si Carlos kasama ang mga magulang nito! Paano tatangapin ni Valeria ang lahat kung ang sarili niyan Ama ang naging dahilan ng pagkadurog ng puso niya? Paano siya babangon kung isang araw, bigla na lang magpakita ulit sa kanya si Carlos, buhay at handang maghiganti sa kanyang ama pati na din sa kanya? Mananaig pa ba ang pag-ibig or galit ang mangingibabaw sa mga pusong nasaktan? Hangang saan at kailan kakayanin ni Valeria ang hagupit ng paghihiganti ni Carlos Guerrero?

Rey Jhon Zialcita became a babysitter to a young Gabriella Chan who never experienced breaking an onion and getting everything. No one knew his holiness except that he was caught kissing a man's picture and was able to ask if he was gay or not. Babysitting Gabriella was well on his way until Gabriella's debut party day came. That one night he just succumbed to the temptation. And he thought things were as good as he imagine they would be. Unfortunately, things were perfect. He goes a long way in finding answers to his question. When he found out he returned to Gabriella but that was why he was hurt. He really ought to have realized that there was a snag somewhere. When he found out what it was, he could have lost how big and heartbreaking it was. The question is, will he succeed?

Si *Amilia Guerrero* ay isang ulila na lumaki sa simpleng bayan ng San Rafael. Dahil sa kabutihan ni *Don Manuel San Sebastian*, isa sa pinakamayayamang tao sa bayan, nakapag-aral si Amilia bilang iskolar. Kilala siya sa paaralan bilang maganda, matalino, at palaban sa mga patimpalak, ngunit kahit marami ang humahanga at nanliligaw sa kanya, wala siyang pinapansin. Samantala, si *Daniel San Sebastian*, ang kaisa-isang apo ni Don Manuel, ay isang 32-anyos na binatang kilala sa kanyang yaman at kakisigan. Bagaman maraming kababaihan ang nahuhulog sa kanya, wala pa ni isa ang nakasungkit ng kanyang puso—hanggang sa makilala niya si Amilia. --- Please Read With your own risks.. Story written by: Dwivirain02

Rey Jhon Zialcita, a gay young man, once worked as the babysitter of Gabriella Chan—a spoiled girl who don't know how to cut onions because she always got everything she wanted. The only person who knew his secret was Gabriella because she once caught him kissing a photo of a man and even asked him straight out if he was a gay. Everything went fine with his job as her babysitter not until Gabriella’s debut party. That night, Rey Jhon gave in to temptation. He thought things were turning out the way he had always imagined. But reality was far from perfect. After that, he went away, searching for answers to the questions that troubled him. When he finally found them and came back to Gabriella but it only led to more pain. He should have known there was a problem waiting to be uncovered. But when he finally discovered the truth, it was far bigger and more heartbreaking than he ever expected. Now the question is—will he be able to win in the end?

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I followed an account of a couple that was not very popular but was very sweet. The account recorded every detail of the account owner and her boyfriend. They would argue over a plate of pasta and then look at each other and smile, playfully calling the other person a child at heart. They would hug tightly under the starry sky on a mountain top and say that they wished time could stop at this moment. Although the account owner never showed her face, I was still touched by her captions. The account was updated again the day before I was getting married. [Ten years of love ends here. From now on, he's just her husband, and I'm just her best friend. This account will no longer be updated. I wish my best friend and her beloved man a happy ever after.] The photo showed my fiancé, Josh Clark, and me, taken from behind.

"I'm a master at laundry and cooking, whether it's fast food, Japanese cuisine, or a French feast. What would you like to eat first? Marry me, and I guarantee you'll be blessed with delicious meals every day, Mr. Getson. So, will you marry me?""Sure!"After learning from the failure of her first marriage, Nancy only wanted an ordinary man to spend her life with during her second marriage. However, much to her surprise, her new husband, Yaacob, is revealed to be the primary heir to the country's most substantial fortune. When Nancy found out about this, her world turned upside down. Such wealth and privilege!After their marriage, Yaacob looked at the bland bowl of pasta before him and asked, "What happened to the French feast and Japanese cuisine you promised?"Hearing this, the woman in front of him swiftly untied her apron, raised one of her alluring legs, and casually sat on the table, "Would you prefer French cuisine, or me?"Yaacob, reminiscing about the previous night, replied, "You, of course!"

All along, I've been following a social media account that's dedicated to a couple sharing about their romance. It doesn't have a lot of followers, but the posts are all very heartwarming. The owner of the account records all the little details about his relationship with his girlfriend. They get into arguments over a plate of pasta before breaking into laughter and calling each other an overgrown child. They climb up the hill to hold each other under the sky full of stars, wishing they could make time pause at that very moment. Even though the owner of the account never reveals his face, I am always moved by the words he writes. The day before my wedding, the owner uploads a new post. "This marks the end of our ten-year relationship. From now on, she'll be his wife, and I'll only be his friend. There won't be any more updates to this account. I wish nothing but the best for my best friend and the woman he loves the most." The picture uploaded with this caption is one of my fiancee and me, taken from behind.

The day my family went bankrupt, my fiancée left me and married her first love. I didn't argue or make a scene. Instead, I married Sharon Tomlinson, the woman who had confessed to me when I was at my lowest. After we got married, I took care of Sharon for seven full years while she was paralyzed from the waist down. The day she finally stood up again, I accidentally overheard her speaking Aurelian with her best friend at the dinner table. "Sharon, are you really planning to spend your whole life with him? Aren't you worried you'd hurt your brother's feelings?" Sharon peeled a shrimp for our daughter, Tasha Holden, and answered unhurriedly, "What are you talking about? I know how to deal with them both. I could never bear to make Curtis sad." "Same for me. I like Uncle Curtis. He's handsome, while my dad's an ugly freak," Tasha chimed in beside them, also in Aurelian. They didn't know I spoke the language. Fine. I was sick of Sharon's undercooked pasta, anyway. I would never eat it again for the rest of my life!

When I married mafia don Paul Garcia, I was twenty-two, and he was thirty-two. By day, he was the cold, dangerous king of the underworld. By night, he was my daddy. Everyone in New Haven knew how much he loved me. I casually mentioned I disliked the ballerina competing with me for the principal role. The next day, she “accidentally” broke her leg and never returned to the stage. One night, I craved pasta from a specific restaurant. Without a word, he led his men into the kitchen, pressed a gun to the chef’s head, and forced him to recreate the dish overnight. I once joked about wanting to sleep among the clouds. He turned around, had the building of a rival family blown up, then bought the tallest one in the city and engraved my name on the top floor. However, in bed, he would exhaust me completely and refuse to let me go. Even when the doctor warned that I was in early pregnancy and needed restraint, he ignored my cries, tied my wrists with his tie, and went on until dawn. The next day, I started bleeding. I called him ninety-nine times, yet he rejected every single call. In my panic, I suddenly received a video from my best friend. “Emily, your don is pinning a woman down and kissing her at the bar of the Four Seasons in Moscovia.” When I opened the video, my heart stopped. The man was Paul, and the woman was my aunt. In that case, I’ll give him two gifts when he comes back: an abortion report and a divorce agreement.