Cold Shower Drama

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.

When the paths of a mafia's runaway daughter and a grieving businessman cross paths, with a contract as the intersection. • • • Genesis lives a pretty contented life as a nurse. Her life has no drama outside the ruckus she faces at the hospital. Smooth and somewhat steady, that was how her life was moving until she was assigned to a little boy that had temporarily lost his ability to walk. The kid was not a problem, however his father was. Dante De Ambrose was one hell of an unpredictable man, quite like his son. He had resorted to facing his child and his business after he witnessed the gruesome murder of his wife and first love. Until he came across a force that cracked his shell, a woman that easily reached into his heart and touched those parts that he had been hiding away for so long; a woman that made his son smile like he never had since they both lost the most important woman in their lives. A contract marriage comes into the mix as things begin to get more complicated. For Dante, it is for the sake of his son; and for Genesis, it's simply for the extra funds. All in all, for both of them, it is nothing more than an agreement... or is it really?

Completed-----She felt good—better than Zander Stanton remembered, and he had a damn good memory when it came to this woman. But his hatred was more pronounced than the little voice in his head telling him to give her what she wanted—his love. But Elvie had never been the one for Zander. He loathed her. He hated her family for arranging a marriage he never wanted. Yet she had no choice, and a day hadn’t gone by when she hadn’t replayed memories of the man who’d captured her heart without trying. Here she was, just as stupid as she remembered. "I—I'll take a shower, and I'll be b-back." She muttered and left his room immediately. This was her goodbye; tonight, Zander would be hers. And she would set him free forever. Five years later, with amnesia and a missing four-year-old daughter, could fate play her again, or was she willing to quench his desperate thirst for her love?

He opened the box and read the letter inside. It said: I married you to fulfill my dreams, but little did I know that you would become the man of my dreams, Alessandro. Fate has its ways of weaving two people together and separating them as well. I just wanted to say, thank you, for everything. And sorry. Sorry that I couldn't gain your trust. Sorry that the only thing that you experience when you see my face is, quoting you, pain, betrayal, and regret. But you can stay happy now since this is where our journey ends. Lastly, a confession, every touch, and every kiss meant something to me… With affection, Your Tesoro. As the letter slipped from between his fingers and flew down the sky-high building, he laughed, hysterically, knowing that this was the end of their marriage. Amber Williams, an ambitious twenty-three-year-old woman with dreams of establishing an art gallery spins herself in a web of secrets, drama, and lies when she agrees to a contracted marriage with the cold-hearted mafia boss, Alessandro Bianchi. Will she melt his cold heart with her fire? Or will the flames burn them both?

Sara Jane wants nothing more than to get away from her ex husband —Jason, after his treacherous break up and betrayal. She takes her boss's offer on a vacation and spends the next few months buried in work. But things begins to change as her boss announces that a new client would be expecting Sara's marketing expertise for almost a million dollars. Sara is ecstatic of the good news and decides to accept her new reality away from Jason. Until... She bumps into the stranger at the pool. What happens when you bump into your next big client in the most weirdest way possible? He is mean. He is cold. He is ruthless. He is the cold elder brother of her ex husband. Sara Jane might have wished a world away from Jason, but fate had decided to plunge her right at the center of that world. An age long siblings rivalry, a cold boss, a selfish ex husband. Sara is forced into a family drama and the worse person she has on her side is her cold ruthless client , Alex Ford. He is dangerous. He is unforgiving. He is the mean ruthless heir that owns more than half of the family's empire. But when it comes to Sara, he takes actions that leaves everyone scratching their heads. Sara swore that she would never like him, she would never get close to him... But when push comes to shove. She sees herself doing questionable things. __________________________ Author's Warning The story is rated eighteen and features explicit scenes such as nudity, morally complex character, sex, curse words, vulgar words, violence, stalking, cyber bullying and obsession. Readers discretion is advised.

En la etapa terminal de mi insuficiencia renal, mi esposo le dio a mi hermana menor el único riñón que se adaptaba a mí. Rechacé la propuesta del médico de seguir esperando por otro riñón y me di de alta anticipadamente. Después de tanto dolor y desilusión, ya no tenía fuerzas para seguir luchando. Le entregué a mi hermana menor toda la fortuna que había construido durante estos años y, por fin, pude ver a mis padres sonreírme. Mi esposo quería cuidarla día y noche sin descanso. Pero yo solo no me enojé, sino que le aconsejé que fuera muy atento con ella. Incluso, cuando mi hijo dijo que quería que mi hermana fuera su mamá, también asentí sonriendo. Todo salió como ellos querían... entonces, ¿por qué ahora se arrepentían?

Mis propias empleadas me cancelaron en redes. Dicen que la guardería gratuita que les ofrezco para sus hijos es una cárcel y que lo que yo quiero es obligarlas a quedarse hasta tarde. Pero ellas no tienen ni idea: esa guardería la monté desde cero, trayendo equipo y personal de afuera, con una inversión de alrededor de 800 dólares por niño al mes. Aun así, en redes sociales me están destrozando: que si es puro show, que si soy "capitalista asquerosa", que si es pura pose. Se me fue la cabeza y mandé un comunicado a toda la empresa: "Con el fin de atender la solicitud de mayor flexibilidad en el cuidado infantil, la empresa ha decidido cancelar el beneficio de la guardería gratuita. A partir de hoy, este beneficio se sustituye por un apoyo mensual para el cuidado infantil: las madres que cumplan con los requisitos recibirán 20 dólares al mes." Lo envié y explotó todo. En cuestión de minutos, se desató el caos. Ahora tienen ocupado el pasillo frente a mi oficina. Me están pidiendo, por favor, que no cierre la guardería.

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.

Minha melhor amiga, Gabriela Nunes, que insiste no celibato, pegou o esperma que eu tinha escolhido para mim quando me acompanhava na clínica de fertilização. Naquele momento, eu soube que ela também tinha renascido. Na vida passada, eu quis ter um bebê de etnia mista, então fiz fertilização in vitro. Gabriela na época me ridicularizou por estar criando um filho de um estrangeiro, e disse que eu era uma idiota completa. Mal eu sabia que, meio mês depois, eu seria levada para a família real de Nabiro. Acontece que o esperma que eu tinha escolhido era de um príncipe de Nabiro, com oito origens étnicas. Ele não só queria me fazer sua princesa, como também prometeu que nosso filho herdaria o trono. Eu e o bebê fomos valorizados por toda a família real, e as joias no meu corpo quase me esmagavam. Em contraste, Gabriela ofendeu parceiros de trabalho por se autoproclamar uma feminista extrema, foi demitida da empresa e expulsa da indústria. No 100º dia do meu filho, ela usou todas as suas economias para comprar uma passagem de avião para me procurar. Mas, quando eu fui recebê-la, ela jogou meu filho no chão, matando-o, e jogou ácido sulfúrico concentrado em mim. — Por que você tem tanta sorte? Você não merece, sua vadia! Quando abri os olhos novamente, eu voltei ao dia em que Gabriela me acompanhou à clínica de fertilização...

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".