Cambrian Period Drama

Me disponía a irme del restaurante de mi hermano cuando la gerente me detuvo. —Señorita, no ha pagado su cuenta todavía. Al ver su cara desconocida, pensé: "Debe ser nueva y no me conoce". Así que me expliqué con calma: —Cárgalo a la cuenta del señor Blanco. Él ya sabe. La gerente me lanzó una mirada llena de desprecio. —Señorita, somos un Tres Estrellas Michelin. Aquí no cargamos cuentas a nadie —dijo, entregándome la cuenta impresa. Bajé la mirada y la revisé: cincuenta mil dólares por una comida. Incluía: "Mantenimiento de vajilla brillante: tres mil. Purificación de aire exclusiva: cinco mil. Servicio de manejo emocional para VIPs: diez mil". Y montones de conceptos absurdos más. No sabía que mi hermano hubiera abierto un lugar tan estafador. Solté una risa sarcástica. —Soy la hermana del señor Blanco. Si hay algún problema, que me hable en la casa. Pero ella no se dio por vencida. —¿Ahora no puede pagar y se hace la emparentada? ¿Y hasta se inventa ser familia del señor Blanco? Envié un mensaje de texto a mi asistente: "Dile a mi hermano que o despide a esta mujer ahora mismo, o retiro toda mi inversión".

Quando eu estava sendo despedaçada viva, usei minhas últimas forças para ligar para o meu irmão. No instante em que minha consciência quase se apagava, ele atendeu o telefone, mas sua voz estava cheia de impaciência: — De novo? O que foi agora? — Mano… me salva… Antes que eu terminasse a frase, ele me interrompeu friamente: — Você arranja problema todo dia? No fim do mês é a festa de formatura da Marina. Se você não aparecer, eu mesmo te mato! E desligou sem hesitar. A dor me consumiu até eu fechar os olhos para sempre. As lágrimas ainda escorriam pelo canto do meu rosto. Mano, você não precisa me matar. Eu já estou morta.

Fui a una sola fiesta en mi nuevo vecindario de ricos. Solo una. Y después de eso, mi vecina Brenda me demandó. En el tribunal, sostenía entre sus brazos a su hija golpeada y llena de moretones, Tiffany. Acusó a mi hijo de violación. A mitad de la audiencia, Tiffany se bajó el cuello de la blusa. Marcas rojas le rodeaban el cuello. —Intentó arrancarme los pantalones —sollozó—. Quiso forzarme. Yo me defendí. Entonces me golpeó. ¡Me arruinó la cara! Afuera del juzgado, manifestantes levantaban carteles, llamando a mi hijo basura humana, un niño rico malcriado. En internet, un “memorial” editado con Photoshop sobre mí se volvió viral. El texto decía: "Una madre incompetente debería morir junto a su hijo." Las acciones de mi empresa se desplomaron. Pero yo solo me quedé sentada. Con el rostro inexpresivo. Y pedí que trajeran a mi hijo, Cooper. Las puertas de la sala se abrieron. Cooper entró. Y todos se quedaron congelados.

Crecí fuera del país y, para evitar que volviera con un novio extranjero, mi mamá me arregló en Ciudad de México un prometido de ensueño: Gabriel Méndez, el carismático CEO del Grupo Méndez. Regresé para nuestra fiesta de compromiso. La boutique de alta costura olía a flores blancas y cuero nuevo. Entre maniquíes impecables, encontré el vestido perfecto: un strapless largo color marfil, limpio como una promesa. Ya iba a probármelo cuando, a mi lado, una mujer alzó la barbilla, le echó un vistazo a lo que traía y le dijo a la vendedora: —Ese vestido está interesante. Tráemelo a mí. La asesora me lo arrebató con brusquedad. Se me calentó la cara. —Todo tiene un orden —dije conteniéndome—. Ese vestido lo vi primero. ¿Aquí ya no existe el “primero en llegar, primero en ser atendido”? La mujer me miró con pereza, sonrisita de superioridad. —Ese vestido cuesta veintiséis mil dólares. ¿Tú, con esa facha, puedes pagarlo? —chasqueó la lengua—. Soy la protegida de Gabriel Méndez, CEO del Grupo Méndez. En esta ciudad, la razón la pone la familia Méndez. Gabriel Méndez… ¿no es mi prometido? Saqué el celular, e hice una rápida llamada. —Tu “protegida” me acaba de arrebatar mi vestido de compromiso. ¿Cómo piensas resolverlo?

Faustine already has a deep admiration for Darius before being betrothed to him. She is also aware of Darius' secret affair with her cousin—Kristie. Therefore, before their betrothal party takes place, Faustine isn't surprise when Darius ran off with Kristie. Faustine would have been willing to accept the bitter truth, but a tragedy soon overthrows her peaceful life. Faustine catches Kristie cheating to Darius. Fearing her secrecy, Kristie gets into her car and argues with her. However, it's only a brief period of time when they little argument led a dreadful car accident. Faustine barely survives, but Kristie tragically dies. Faustine soon falls victim to an erroneous accusations. Darius blatantly blames and accuses her for deliberately killing Kristie. But their marriage continues partly in accordance with Darius' evil scheme. Faustine is aware that she is now doomed to suffer, and that her little fantasies of him has gone into a dramatic tale of torment. It also the decisive moment when she realizes that she ain't Belle who tames a beast; she creates a beast.

Candice had witnessed Kyle’s deep affection—and suffered his betrayal. She endured in silence, tricking him into signing the divorce papers. When the 30-day cooling-off period ended, she calmly informed him, “Kyle, I don’t want you anymore. Get out of my life.” Kyle was stunned as if struck by lightning. His eyes reddened in panic. He tore the agreement to shreds. “Who said we’re getting divorced? I don’t agree!” Charlie Clemens was a powerful tycoon, a man beyond reach. She didn’t want to get involved with him, yet fate kept bringing them together. At a banquet, tipsy and reckless, she accidentally tugged on his tie. He leaned down, his voice low and teasing by her ear: “Your ex-husband is watching. You sure you want to be this... bold?”

She's doomed! Hassan didn't expect that after the night she had spent with a stranger, she'd get knocked up. She's only eighteen. A beautiful, naive freshman. Now, the class was about to start but her period hasn't come yet. Taking a pregnancy test, it confirmed her suspicion. Deciding to hide her pregnancy til the semester was over, Hassan did everything to act normal when everyone was around. But faith must be playing with her. Realizing that her supposed quiet stay in the university is quite impossible as she realized the person who impregnated her was no other than the hot, drop-dead young professor she met in the club, Hassan's life has become a roller coaster of emotions. Her decision was already firm, she didn't want to get involved in a scandal once people knew about her pregnancy. She doesn't want to tell him. She will keep the baby out of everyone. But she must've underestimated Rajiv; the sole heir of a well-known company who works in their university as a professor. Later did she realize that she was fooling no one but herself.

Nia is faced with different choices and terrible decisions as her mom lays sick in the hospital. She is forced to take up a job which brings her drama, trouble and love. Life doesn't get better when she becomes a maid in the Williams mansion, home to a large British family, who aren't very welcoming to strangers. Surrounded by different people, some who despise her, others, trying so hard to get her out of the mansion, Nia has to adapt to different ways and things in order to save her mother's life.

R18|ROMANCE|DRAMA|MATURECONTENT Cassandra Monasterio, a loving and caring daughter. She had never done things that her parents would dislike; she had always been an obedient child. Not until one day, her father told her to marry someone she doesn't even know. For the first time in her life, she opposed her parent's plan. But her decision was reversed when she found out the truth behind her father's sudden proposal. Andrei Villa Cruz, a famous and wealthy businessman; the person her father chose to marry her. Cassandra could do nothing, but to accept everything. In the end, she just prayed for a peaceful marriage with her husband. However, even before the wedding came, her hopes flopped. She discovered that her fiancé has a relationship with another girl. At that moment, she knew... their marriage would fail. It will just be an empty cage where the two of them are chained to each other. A loveless marriage.

I haven't had my period in two months, and my mom assumes I must be pregnant. So, she marches me off to see a doctor. Of all people, the doctor on duty turns out to be my ex—the one I dumped two months ago. His face betrays nothing, his voice icy as he says, "Lie on the exam table. Lift your shirt and pull your pants down." When I don't follow his instructions quickly enough, he impatiently pulls my pants down himself. But once the curtain is drawn, he takes off his glasses and hovers over me. "We didn't even go all the way. So, why haven't you had your period in two months?"