Novel & Cerita Cream Unicorn Cookie

Para sa single mom na si Aella Vergara, simple lang ang batas para makatira sa murang paupahan ng bilyonaryong si Zion Monteverde at ito ay huwag gagawa ng ingay. Ngunit ang kaniyang tatlong taong gulang na anak na si Luna Elise ay may ibang plano. Ginawa ni Luna na personal playground ang mansiyon ni Zion. Mula sa pag-ubos ng mga imported nitong cookies hanggang sa paglilista nito sa masungit na landlord bilang kaniyang daddy sa school activities ay unti-unting napalapit ang loob ng striktong bilyonaryo sa mag-ina. Akala ni Aella, isang gasgas na rom-com ang buhay niya kung saan lumalambot ang puso ng isang supladong lalaki dahil sa kakyutan ng isang bata. Ngunit nagkamali siya. Isang gabi, narinig ni Aella si Luna na may seryosong kausap sa laruan nitong walkie-talkie: “Boss Daddy, niyakap ka na ni Mommy sa harap ko kanina. Sabi mo may dagdag na dalawang laruan ako bukas, ah? Deal is a deal!” Ang katotohanan? Hindi aksidente ang pagiging malapit ni Zion sa kanila. Si Zion mismo ang kumuha kay Luna bilang isang lihim at sinusuhulang "baby wingman." Dahil si Aella ang babaeng matagal nang hinahanap ng bilyonaryo matapos nitong iligtas ito taon na ang nakararaan. Upang mapalapit nang hindi nagmumuhang stalker, sinuhulan ni Zion si Luna gamit ang unlimited toys at ice cream para i-manipula ang sarili nitong ina. Pero ang malaking katanungan ay kung sino ngayon ang tunay na Boss? Ang landlord na nagpanggap na naperwisyo, o ang tatlong taong gulang na bata na mas magaling pa sa CEO kung magpatakbo ng negosyo ng pag-ibig?

I spent countless sleepless nights developing a breakthrough drug for a devastating illness, and I expected at least some recognition from my CEO girlfriend. Instead, she accused me of wasting the company research budget and promoted a newly hired young assistant to oversee the company finances. It was the middle of a brutal heatwave with temperatures that soared past ninety-eight degrees. The assistant locked the lab air-conditioning controls away so no one else could use them, while he shut himself inside his private office with the AC set to sixty degrees. He wrapped himself in a blanket and played video games. I complained to my girlfriend, and she brushed it off as part of building company culture. She claimed she gave him authority for my own good because she believed it would prepare me for a future management position. According to her, I was too narrow-minded to understand her intentions. She then shut off the lab main power supply and locked the control panel as if she wanted to teach me a lesson. The fans stopped working, and the heat grew worse. Several coworkers collapsed from heat exhaustion and were taken to the hospital. The assistant posted photos of himself and my girlfriend at an indoor ski resort. They wore winter jackets and ate ice cream together. The caption read, “Some people are sweeter than ice cream.” I finally understood everything. Her idea of company culture had never been anything more than an excuse to favor him. Everyone expected me to confront her or demand an explanation. I packed up my things instead. She mistook my silence for obedience. She believed her air-conditioning punishment had worked, and she promised that once she returned from closing her business deal, she might consider letting me enjoy the AC again. She did not know that when she shut down the lab power, the research equipment stopped running. The drug we had just finished developing became unstable, and the experimental data was destroyed. By the time the delivery deadline arrived, there would be no formula left to hand over. She would face a catastrophic breach-of-contract lawsuit and enormous financial penalties. Without access to the medication in time, she would also suffer permanent long-term complications from the illness we had tried to treat.