The Weekenders A

When I get mutilated by the killer, my Mom, who works as a forensic doctor, is currently shopping with my older sister, Winona Langdon. After the killer gouges out one of my eyes, he unlocks my phone and sends Mom a video call invitation. But the video call only rings a few times before Mom rejects it. When the killer tries calling her again, he finds out that my number has already been blocked. He merely shoots me a mocking smile in return. Once the police have discovered my body, Mom can't help but curse at the killer for his brutality after seeing how badly I was decimated. But what she doesn't recognize is that the twisted-looking corpse actually belongs to me, her unloved daughter.

I'm ten years older than Vincenzo Corleone. He had just turned 23 years old when he took over the Corleone family as the patriarch. A hint of teenage childishness could still be seen etched onto his youthful features. I was the one who held his hand and helped him calm the turbulence of his family affairs. I blocked three assassination attempts that were made on him. I used five years of my life to help him grow from a useless scion into the fearsome don who wielded the utmost authority in Nowork's underworld. Once, Vincenzo had embraced me in the church. He rested his forehead against my palm as he swore, "Age, identity, or the world's viewpoint of us will never stop us from being together, Freya. I will protect you with my life." But after that, he told his older brother, Marco Corleone, "Freya is too old. She's already 38 years old; I can practically smell the rot of age rolling off her. Even the crinkles in her smile disgust me to no end." Some time later, Vincenzo found himself a mistress who bore some resemblance to me. She was young and vibrant—like a white rose who had never experienced the ugly side of society. While Vincenzo gave me the title of the Donna of the Corleone family, he reserved his gentle, doting, and even passionate side for the mistress named Lina Marino. Vincenzo thinks he can pull everything off flawlessly. What he forgets is that the reason why I can establish my reputation in the underworld isn't because of his protection. I've been relying on my ruthlessness and my sharp sixth sense this whole time. When I slam the signed divorce agreement onto the spot before Vincenzo, I say with a smile, "You've fought by my side for so many years, so you should know very well that I can afford to go for high-stakes risks and withdraw my chips whenever needed. "But once I lose, someone here has to pay the price!"

My health was not good, but I had always wanted a child. My husband, citing concern for my health, avoided intimacy with me for a year. Then I stumbled across his private messages with another woman. [You'll spend Valentine's Day with me, right? You're not going to touch her tonight, are you?] [You know I don't like doing it just to make babies. Got you some lingerie. Wear it for me tomorrow.] That ill-fitting lace lingerie he was talking about was on my body. I'd slipped it on while he was in the shower, thinking it was a Valentine's Day surprise from him. Turned out, he hadn't bought the wrong size. He had just sent it to the wrong address. I clicked on the woman's profile. Her latest video showed her at the beach, hand in hand with the person filming. I recognized her hand instantly. It belonged to my best friend.

I looked into her eyes, which held nothing but happiness. I smirked at how she was enjoying her little victory, oblivious to what was waiting for her. “This happiness won’t last long, princess,” I murmured, moving closer to her. From the corner of my eye, I could see others admiring us, looking at what they believed to be a loving couple. But what they did not know was — we were anything but a loving couple. “I know it will not. However, my desire will last until I take my last breath, sire.”

I had just suffered a miscarriage. With trembling fingers, I called my husband, only to hear the sounds of a rowdy party on the other end. "Don, this was supposed to be your anniversary gift for your wife," a voice teased amidst the cheers. "Giving it to Miss Lena instead—aren't you afraid your lady will throw a fit?" Vincent's voice was deep and dismissive. "Lena's brother died saving my life. I owe her. As for Isabella... she's gentle. She'll understand." He paused, his tone turning colder. "Besides, she came to me with those scandalous rumors surrounding her past. The resources the Corleone family has given her over the years are more than enough to compensate for these little grievances." As blood stained the hem of my skirt, I silently pressed the end-call button. Tears fell uncontrollably. He doesn't know yet—the baby is gone, and I am finally done with him.

In the fifth year of our long-distance relationship, I secretly quit my job without telling my boyfriend, Ian Gambino, and travelled more than a thousand kilometers to South Bordington. I wanted to give him a surprise: to get registered and married to him. He worked as a bodyguard for the biggest mafia Don in South Bordington. His job kept him extremely busy, and we were often out of contact. The last time we spoke, he said he had to accompany his boss to an underground auction for security. The job would last three months. Relying solely on the address that I remembered, I managed to find the place. When the guards at the entrance heard that I was looking for Ian Gambino, their expressions turned a little strange. "Don Ian is still busy. Please wait a moment," one of them said. I froze. Don Ian? Before I could process what he meant, I heard him whispering to the person next to him, "So, she's the one that the Don keeps outside? How did she end up here? If Donna Jeanine finds out about this, she's going to cause a huge scene." I was just about to explain to them that they had the wrong person when a woman in a custom-made evening gown walked in. The staff immediately fell silent and addressed her respectfully, "Donna Jeanine." She was on the phone, her voice coquettishly sweet. "Honey, I'm here. You promised you'd come with me and the baby for the medical checkup this time!" From the other end of the call came a deep male voice, filled with affection. "Darling, it'll be over soon. Go take a rest in the VIP lounge. Don't tire yourself out." I had listened to that voice for five years. It belonged to Ian Gambino.

“I will take my revenge on you Daemon, I will make you pay for everything you did to me!” …. When Elena Royal, a rich heiress awakens from her four-year coma with no recollection of her past, she is forced to rely on the kindness of a stranger— the enigmatic and handsome Alexander Bianchi. In exchange for his help, Elena agrees to a contract marriage with Alexander, unaware she just married the Don of the most powerful and dangerous Mafia family. As Elena struggles to regain her memory and navigate the new reality of being a Don’s wife; she is confronted with secrets, betrayal, and her Ex-Husband. When her memories return, Elena is hell-bent on taking her revenge. Will Elena’s thirst for revenge consume her or can Alexander’s love overpower her need for revenge?

I go to my boyfriend after hearing about him flirting with his college senior. On the way there, I get into an accident and suffer from temporary memory loss after a head injury. He hurries to the hospital but points at his stoic dormmate and claims he's my boyfriend instead. He wants to use this to get rid of me. I'm unaware of this, so I hold the handsome dormmate's hand and look at him with bright eyes. "So, you're my boyfriend." Later, I regain my memory but still want to be with the handsome dormmate. I want to sever ties with my boyfriend, but he breaks down.

"You were never meant to live, yet here you stand—a threat to everything we built!" Alpha Adrian’s words rang in Selena’s ears as she stood before him, stronger than ever. Once a despised omega, now the only one who could bring the werewolf clans together—or tear them apart. When love and betrayal collide, will she embrace her fate or let her past consume her?

Paano kung isang araw, you became the billionaires wife? Yung akala mong pulubi ay mas mayaman pala sayo? Klaihuse Farrel Velasco, a billionaire ceo also known as the cold hearted bachelor business tycoon in the asia who don't care at people around him. A man who don't believe in love, because of his past. He pretend to be a beggar to find a wife because his parents wants him to be arranged marriage by someone he doesn't love and know at the first place. Sinabi niya sa parents niya na meron siyang girlfriend at mahal na mahal niya ito at siya lang ang babaeng papakasalan niya even though it's not true, he just said that to make his parents stop but unfortunately his parents want to meet the girl as soon as possible. Pero alam niya sa sarili niya na wala siyang maipakilala dahil hindi niya naisip na hihilingin 'yun ng magulang niya that's why he came up to the idea to pretend as a beggar to find a woman with a good and kind hearted heart in just a week. He asked his parents to give him a week to talk to his girlfriend kuno kung papayag ba siya pero hindi 'yun totoo. The truth is, he will find a woman who's fit to be his fake wife na maihaharap niya sa parents niya. Pero paano kong mahirapan siyang maka hanap ng babaeng ayon sa gusto niya sa loob lamang ng isang linggo? Will he succeed o tatanggapin nalang niya ang kapalaran niya na maikasal sa babaeng hindi niya mahal o gusto man lang? Aayon kaya sakaniya ang panahon at tadhana? Makaka hanap kaya siya ng babaeng magiging asawa niya sa loob lamang ng isang linggo?