Week 7 Fnf

Terpaksa menikah dengan pria lebih muda, membuat Serena uring-uringan tapi tak bisa berkutik. Apalagi ini menyangkut nyawa seorang ibu. Mau tak mau ia terima perjodohan ini yang tinggalnya masih satu RT. Serena yang dewasa bertemu Romeo yang muda tampan membara. Sikap tak bisa ditebak Romeo membuat Serena harus siapkan jantung seperti naik roller coster, belum lagi ia mulai diliputi cemburu karena Romeo dikelilingi wanita cantik dan seksi yang mengincar kekayaan suaminya. Ternyata diam-diam Romeo penerus perusahaan kontraktor besar yang memegang wilayah asia. Bisakah Serena menerima semua jalan hidupnya bersama berondong yang 7 tahun lebih muda darinya?

Abbyana yang merupakan seorang single parent dengan anak perempuannya yang baru berusia 7 tahun, harus kerja banting tulang demi mencukupi kehidupannya yang pas-pasan di negeri orang. Sampai di suatu kejadian mengejutkan terjadi, dia kembali bertemu masa lalu yang selama ini di hidarinya. *** "Yeah, Gabriel Matteow, it's me," seperti orang gila Gabriel tersenyum creepy di mata Abby, sebelum kemudian menarik pinggang wanita itu sampai menabrak kasar perut kerasnya yang terlapis kemeja berwarna putih. "Setelah tujuh tahun, senang kau masih mengingat nama suamimu." "Kembali padaku, atau Lucyana akan ku ambil. Dan terima kasih untuk malam panas yang meninggalkan teka teki mengejutkan."

“7 Million Dollars and 28 cents.” That was what I saw written on the blood stained papers I picked up from the ruins of my father’s burnt down restaurant. His arrest, our debts it all came crashing down on me in one night. Desperate, I ran to my fiancé for help… only to find him sliding a ring onto another woman’s finger. My heart shattered into pieces. From then on, I was nothing but a beggar ,broken, humiliated, and alone. Until one night changed everything. I opened my eyes to find myself tangled in dark silk sheets… in the bed of the most feared mafia lord on the continent. My ex’s future father-in-law. Ruthless. Dangerous. And for reasons I couldn’t understand he had claimed me.

While cleaning Desmond Maynard's house, I accidentally knocked over his mother's keepsake. He once told me it was his most precious possession. But when I picked it up, hundreds of love letters spilled out. There were beautiful poems, passionate lyrics, and heartfelt confessions. He had written one letter a week without stopping. On the back of each one wrote a line: To My Love, Bunny. The nickname rang a bell. It was his junior in college. Things started to make sense. I slaved away for 13 years, running his household and caring for his family, but Desmond never even said he liked me. That was because he already had someone he liked. I sorted the letters by date, put them back, and grabbed my phone to make a call. "Mom, I'm in for the marriage proposal."

A week before our wedding, my fiancee announces that she is pregnant using my younger brother's frozen sperm. "I'm grateful that our love can carry on in another way," she gushes on social media, showing off the test results. My brother replies, "Meeting you was the luckiest thing that ever happened to me." Then Mom chimes in. "Jenny, you've been through so much. Nathan's apartment should be under your name alone." I don't argue and simply reply with a single word—"Congratulations". My phone rings almost seconds later. "Your brother can't have kids anymore. It's just one child, and it's still related to you. Why are you being so petty?" she snaps. I laugh under my breath, hang up, and dial another number. "Want to get married?"

For our college graduation trip, I spent a whole week glued to various travel apps, finally snagging a half-price couples' train package. I was just about to share the good news with my boyfriend and call it a night when his message came through. "Anna's going through a breakup. She needs to get away and clear her head. We're gonna use those tickets." "See if you can grab yourself another single ticket. It's not that much anyway - like five or six hundred bucks." For a moment, I was speechless. Before he received the scholarship my dad’s pack had specifically established for him, five or six hundred dollars used to be his entire monthly allowance. After a moment of silence, I picked up my phone: “Dad, prepare a private jet for me. I want to take a trip alone before graduation.”

Sara Beck thought losing a client was the worst part of her week until one reckless night with Dame Casian, a man she’s spent years despising, changed everything and left her haunted with a memory she can’t erase. She hates him… or so she thought. But nothing prepares her for the real nightmare: her mother’s sudden engagement to Dame’s father. Now, the man she slept with, her worst enemy, is about to become her stepbrother, and maybe the only man who truly sees her. Suddenly, she’s caught in a twisted web of forbidden attraction, hidden pasts, and a family merger that feels more like a trap. But can she trust him, or is she setting herself up for heartbreak? And just when she starts to question everything, a message on Dame’s phone reveals a truth she wasn’t ready for.

During a partial solar eclipse, Olivia, one week pregnant, looses her lover, Camil, to a resulting tornado. Some months later she gives birth to Frances, who grows up to a beautiful teen. Frances works in a bookstore. There she meets Alban. They become friends, and in a few days they fall in love. Alban invites Frances and her mother, Olivia, to his mother's inauguration ceremony at the MIT. Frances and Olivia arrive at the ceremony, but after seeing Alban and his father (who suffered amnesia some years ago), Olivia slumps and passess out. Olivia later tells Frances that Alban's father is Camil -- Frances's father too. This leaves Frances heartbroken. Now she is left with the decision of either continuing what she had started with Alban or unite the entire family by helping Camil regain his lost memory.

I had personally trained Damiano Vestri and brought him up the ranks to become the mafia’s Don. The family’s inner circle accepted him, and he was loyal only to me. Whenever bullets went flying, he would always shield me and take many of them for me. The night before our wedding, I waited for his return, but what I got was news of his death. A week later, I received an email with a pregnancy report and a photo. The photo showed Damiano caressing another woman’s belly. It turned out he had faked his death so that he could be with his first love. The due date for her pregnancy was approaching. I scoffed and clicked the safety off on my gun. If he wanted to fake his death, I would help him turn it into a real one.

"I want you to stop being a model so that we can start planning for pregnancy. I want to have a child soon because my mother is pressuring me," Alexander requested of his wife, Cesilia. "I don't want to. My body will change, and I won't be suitable for modeling anymore. If you're in a hurry, I can find you a new wife, how about that?" Cesilia's eyebrows raised. "If you don't want to, persuade your mother or divorce me. Because I'm not ready to have a child in the near future." "It's up to you." Frustrated by Cesilia's unchanging response for six years, Alexander also became disgusted. "Fine, I'll make sure that by next week you have a wife to carry your child, my love!" Cesilia exclaimed before Alexander disappeared from her sight.