Winnie Foster

The night before high school graduation, Ethan Luciano pulled me into his bedroom. His hands were rough, his touch demanding, yet my heart overflowed with a decade's worth of unspoken longing. I'd loved Ethan for ten years, and finally, it seemed my silent wishes had come true. Afterwards, as we lay tangled in his sheets, he whispered that he'd marry me after graduation. Once he took over the Luciano family's empire from his father, he'd make me the most cherished woman in the family. I believed him. The next morning, I sat curled up against his bare chest as he casually told my foster brother, Lucas, about us. My cheeks were flushed, and my heart raced, still clinging to the sweetness of the night before. However, then their conversation shifted into Italian. Lucas smirked, leaning back against the doorframe. "Not bad, Young Boss. Your first time, and the school's 'it girl' just threw herself at you. So, how's my little sister taste?" Ethan gave a lazy chuckle. "Looks like an angel, but a freak in the sheets. Who would’ve thought?" The room erupted in low, conspiratorial laughter. Lucas raised a brow. "So, should I call her my little sister or my future sister-in-law?" Ethan’s tone darkened, his arm tightening around my waist for a moment. Then he let out a sigh. "She’s nothing. Just practice," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I’m trying to hook up with the cheer captain, Sylvia Dawson, but I don’t want her thinking I’m clueless in bed. Cynthia Saville’s just a warm-up." He paused. "But don’t tell Sylvia. I don’t need her getting all emotional." They didn't know that I’d spent months secretly learning Italian, preparing for the life I thought I’d share with Ethan. I didn't say a word. Later that day, I quietly withdrew my early decision application to Caltech and applied to MIT instead.

“Huwag ka ng umasa na tatanggapin pa kita ulit. Dahil hindi ko masisikmurang magmahal ng isang tulad mong may dugong kriminal.” Si Rocky Bouchard ay isang ulila sa Canada na inampon ng mag-asawang Mary at Roen Bouchard noong sampung taong gulang pa lamang. Hindi nila alam kung sino ang tunay na magulang ni Rocky dahil wala rin naman itong maikwento sa kanila sa tuwing tinatanong nila. Kalaunan, naging legal na Bouchard si Rocky na siyang lumaki sa isang mayaman at respetadong pamilya sa Canada. Pagkalipas ng ilang taon ay isa na siyang successful na corporate lawyer. Sa hindi inaasahan, nahulog ang loob niya sa pamangkin ng kanyang foster mom na siyang nakatadhana na rin sa iba. Napagdesisyunan niyang ibaon na lamang sa limot ang nararamdaman at mag-focus sa career. Sa kabilang banda, si Cristianna Erica Rowanda ay lumaking breadwinner simula noong hindi na bumalik mula sa Canada ang OFW niyang ama. Wala na silang naging balita rito na para bang naglaho gaya ng isang bula. Dahil dito, kinailangan niyang magtrabaho para mabigyan ng magandang buhay ang pamilya niya. Sa kasamaang palad, siya ay napagbintangang magnanakaw ng pera ng kumpanya na siyang naghatid sa kanya sa rurok ng kahirapan. Wala siyang kapera-pera dahil ang araw na inaasahan niyang unang sahod niya ay nauwi sa pagkakakulong. Nang kunin ni Rocky ang kanyang kaso, nagawa niya itong ipanalo at patunayan ang kainosentehan ni Cristianna. Gayunpaman, pagkatapos ng dalawang buwan ay muli silang nagkita bitbit ang kani-kanilang problema—si Cristianna na hindi makahanap ng trabaho at si Rocky na pressured ng parents na magkaroon ng asawa. Isang kontrata. Dalawang taon. Nag-iisang krimen na akala nila ay nabaon na sa limot. Magagawa kaya nilang ipanalo ang kanilang pagmamahal kung gayong ang dugo na nananalaytay sa kanilang katawan ay siyang hahatol sa isang ipinagbabawal na pag-ibig?

When I was 18 years old, Luigi Conti, the craziest heir of the Conti family, pulled out a gun at an auction and executed the Don of the Serra family. That man happened to be my foster father, also the one who had me auctioned away as though I were a slave. When he was being dragged toward the armored car by the military police, he kept laughing like mad despite having blood streaking down his face. "Why must I atone for my sins? Since God refuses to save you, let me be your savior! From now on, no one in Sandalay has the guts to clip your wings anymore, my darling Isabella!" Seven years later, Luigi gets released from prison. He looks at me as I wash dishes for a living in the slums before snuffing out the cigar trapped between his fingers. That night, Luigi returns to his family and steals the position of the Don. After we get married, I'm the only person who has the highest access over the vaults under the Conti family. Luigi even forcibly expands the ring that signifies ultimate authority—which has been passed down from generation to generation for a century—and slides it onto my ring finger. He buys half of Sandalay's estates just so he can fill the vineyards with the white grapes I've mentioned in passing. He tells me that his turf is called Isabella. But everything changes when I discover a photo album stashed in a hidden compartment in Luigi's study. All 2,000 photos feature a young woman in a white dress who is reading in the library. That is the female assassin he's planning on training. The woman looks very pure and innocent. She's most suited to conquer certain bigwigs' hearts. But now, it seems that Luigi's the one being conquered by her. When Luigi finds out about my discovery, he throws the photo album into the fireplace and watches it burn in the fire with a stony expression. "I'm just repackaging her so that she can aid me in money laundering. Just pretend you never saw the photo album." I push the signed divorce agreement over to Luigi. "I said, sign the agreement." Frustrated, Luigi pins the divorce agreement on the table with a knife, his expression insanely dark. "Isabella Serra, have you forgotten about the Conti family's rules? There's no such thing as divorce. We can only be widowed."