When The World Fell Silent

It was the third year of my marriage to Antonio Rizzo, Don of the Rizzo mafia family. He kept a younger woman on the side and had everyone keep it from me. They all said I was his first love, his weakness, the treasure he brought back from Cocily. However, when he got drunk, he laughed and told the family members, "I love Elena, but she's a bit boring in bed. She's just not wild enough. "You all know how it is. Men like a little excitement, like Caterina. She's young, beautiful, and knows how to have fun." The boy who had sworn in church at 17 that he would love me forever now held a young, beautiful blonde in his arms as he coaxed her, "As long as Elena doesn't find out, you can do whatever you want." The day I left, everything seemed normal. No one noticed anything unusual. The maid, Maria Russo, even smiled and asked me, "Signora, are you going shopping?" I smiled lightly and nodded. "No need to prepare dinner tonight." Antonio did not know that the 'boring' Elena he spoke of was the daughter of the Santoro mafia family. The women of the Santoro family never forgave betrayal.

In a deadly game of spies and dealers, trust is the ultimate weapon—and love the most dangerous betrayal. Sabrina is a cold, detached assassin, trained to infiltrate, manipulate, and eliminate without hesitation. But her latest mission is different: Viktor, a sadistic arms dealer with a dangerous empire, is her target. What begins as a professional operation soon turns into a psychological nightmare. Viktor has secrets of his own and plays a twisted game, pushing her to her limits with violence and manipulation. As Sabrina is drawn deeper into his dark world, she begins to lose herself, torn between completing the mission and the suffocating love Viktor offers. She must decide: escape or join him in the darkness.

Alice Long and I were caught in the crossfire. When my boyfriend—a combat medic responsible for saving the wounded—came to our rescue, he pushed me aside. Gently cradling Alice, the girl I had shielded, he shot me a cold glance and said, "Crystal, I'm deeply disappointed in you. She needs immediate care to avoid infection!" What about me? Was I meant to die instead? When my flag-draped coffin arrived home, he had the nerve to weep openly at my memorial. This once-renowned combat medic, celebrated around the globe, never set foot outside his room again.

We have been dating for ten years, but Vincent Carter has never been romantic toward me. However, before our wedding, he has someone deliver a delicate bracelet and an elegant dress to me. I take photos of them happily, only to find a card tucked inside the dress that's not addressed to me. Just as I'm about to contact Vincent, I see a post from Emily Foster, his childhood sweetheart, on her social media. "Someone stole something that belongs to me!" That's also how I find out Vincent has also bought her an apartment. The address stated on the card is for the unit downstairs. The gift is meant for unit 701, but it's delivered to me by mistake. I pick up the items and go downstairs, just in time to see Vincent gently comforting her in his arms. The moment he sees me, his face darkens with irritation. "Can you stop overreacting? You're always suspicious for no reason. Emily and I grew up together. If we were going to be together, you wouldn't even be in the picture!" If it were before, I would've been furious and demanded an explanation. But now, I simply let out a chuckle and toss the gifts onto him. "I wish you both the best, then."

An amazing soul, trained intelligent speaker is stuck in a relationship that is eating her up yet she refuses to leave. Why? The memories of how the love journey started and perhaps coinciding with the time she lost her mother made it impossible for her to quit …and she couldn’t help but be more obsessed to making the relationship end up in marriage. Love turns to passion; passion turns to obsession and the epic just begun.

Anica Faith Mendez, a certified secret man-hater but a player during her teenage days, who believes that a man can cheat on his wife, a boyfriend can hook with other girls while winning the heart of his girl with sweet lines and a boy can always consider a girl as their toy. Waking up one day realizing that the world believed she's pregnant- a fake news that spread and caused her to seal the deal of making it real with... Caspian Alexander Arevalo- a certified secret playboy and a black sheep to his noble family's name. Upon knowing the man she seal deal with, it lights the fuse of her teenage days motto. "If he's a player, then I'll give him a game to remember." What if the playboy met someone who is secretly an expert on the field of 'playing hearts'. Will they be able to provide a family for their child? Or will they kept on playing on each other's heart.

Caroline Ann Turner is the new student at Harbinger high. After getting expelled from her previous school for punching and breaking a guy's nose, she is sent away by her parents to her uncle's house to attend high school with her cousin brother Tyler Martin who is not only a goody two shoes but also the top scorer and model student at Harbinger high. On her first day, Caroline happens to run into a huge trouble after colliding with the school's popular nerd and basketball captain, Asher Carter. Not only does Asher welcome Caroline to Harbinger high by rewarding her a one week detention but also keeps on troubling her. What will happen when Caroline decides to take her revenge on Asher by hacking his social media account? Will she be successful? Or, will strange things happen in her life that she never even imagined?

I’m the Vettori family princess. The only one. It was our fifth anniversary. A big dinner party at the estate. A waiter spilled red wine on my husband Marco, heir to the Rossi family. My best friend, Sofia, slapped the waiter. Hard. Then she was all over Marco, helping him out of his jacket. Her hand lingered on his waist. A second too long. I just stood there, watching. Sofia saw me. "I was just closer, that's all. Helping him clean up. Don't overthink it." I just smiled. Grabbed my glass. I went to make the rounds with the old dons from the other families. I would finish this night with my head held high. Later that night, Marco crawled into my bed, stinking of booze. His hands were on my waist. He wanted sex. I pushed him off. "The alliance is over," I said, my voice dead. "We're finished." Marco sobered up fast. His face went cold. "I'm trying to apologize here. You're divorcing me because Sofia helped me with my jacket?" I laughed. He didn’t get it. Not until I threw the proof of his betrayal in his face. Not until I cut him off from my family. Then he was on his knees, crying, begging me to forgive him.

Hemera Hestia Monsieur is half Pinay half Spanish. She has a broken family. Her parents were already divorced since she was young. That's why she stayed with her mother in the Philippines. She doesn't t have a stable job. And she only has one friend that she trusts. She always receives an indecent proposal. But she's a very positive woman who always sees the good side of anything and everything. After losing a job, she tried to find another job. And luckily she found one. She decides to live with her best friend who is living in an apartment with some male friends. There, she met a man who she can lean on and was comfortable being with. She never feels safe around some guys. But then, that man changed everything.

A car accident left my mother-in-law bleeding and desperate for help, but her plea was heartlessly rejected by her own daughter. Even on her deathbed, my mother-in-law's only wish was to see her one last time. However, she was busy staying by her first love's side, euthanizing his dog. "You better stay as far away from me as possible! My mom's perfectly fine!" she shouted before hanging up on me, only to spend the night tangled with her first love in a hotel room. It was not until after the cremation ceremony that she returned—carrying a birthday cake. What greeted her was not a celebration but her mother's funeral. She cried, sobbing uncontrollably, "Mom! You haven't even celebrated my birthday yet! Don't leave me!" I stared at her and pulled the divorce papers from my bag. How fitting. This time, I was leaving too.