Dulce Report

Pastry chef Isabelle Marie Campbell is fired from her job in a coffee shop following a report by a billionaire, leading to her struggle to save her late mother’s bakery with a deadline to vacate her space in a month. Fortunately, she lands a job as a personal chef to an old American-based, Italian billionaire. Her heart twists when she finds out that he is the grandfather of the cold-hearted, hot-tempered, and arrogant Alessandro Levon Moretti, an Italian billionaire heir based in New York City. He was also the same man responsible for losing her job. His grandfather’s health was fast deteriorating, and he needed a woman to marry fast or lose his inheritance. As Isabelle contemplates either quitting her dream job or enduring Alessandro’s unwelcoming presence, he walks up to her with a cold and arrogant expression. "Be my girlfriend for three months. We shall have a contract for it…"

Amanda Urduja, a jack-of-all-trades, was paid handsomely to seduce an underground broker who was pretending to be a regular customer in an illegal casino to obtain information and report it to the authorities. She had to do it overnight. Sleep with him and steal all the proofs he has hidden in his possession. It seems impossible, but not for Amanda. Given her experience, charisma, and intelligence, this task is a piece of cake. Everything was supposed to go smoothly except that Amanda mistakenly seduced the wrong man, who turned out to be the most menacing person in the room—the mafia leader. The mission was aborted, but the madly fallen savage continues to chase the sly woman and is determined to claim her.

Kael's betrothed Elaine notices that the walls between Kael and Arianna has collapsed and that they have grown more closer to each other, this development sparks jealousy in Elaine and she confronts Kael demanding that he distances himself from Arianna that she is nothing more than a tool for him to unlock his powers. Kael is angered by her demands and he rebukes her, this only fuels her jealousy even more. Kael and Arianna share a forbidden kiss, intensifying their emotional connection, Elaine catches them in the act leading to a dramatic confrontation. Elaine threatens to report Kael to his father, the previous king, unless he ends the relationship. Kael is torn between his duty as the king and his growing feelings for Arianna.

My mother was the best portrait artist in the police station. She had a strong sense of justice and brooked no evil. However, all I got was a sharp retort when I called her to save me. "You know it's your sister's coming-of-age celebration today, and you're cursing her? Kidnapped, are you? Fine, the kidnappers can kill you for all I care." She assumed it was a prank call. So, she refused to go to the police station and do her job. I wasn't saved in time and was tortured to death. When the DNA report came out, she came to the scene all wobbly. She drew a portrait of me with my bones as reference, her hand trembling all the way. "Jessica? It can't be her. This is a mistake!" She tried again and again. Yet, it didn't matter how many times she redid it as the portrait showed my face. My mother, who had hated me my whole life, teared up.

I was diagnosed with stomach cancer and needed a total gastrectomy. My husband, who was hailed as a rising star in the medical field, personally performed the surgery on me. However, after the operation, my health only worsened. He told me that the cancer had spread too quickly, and there was no hope left. It was not until I accidentally came across a hidden medical report and a massive insurance policy that I learned the truth—I never had stomach cancer. Not only had he removed my stomach, but he had also taken my uterus. Desperate, I confronted him, asking why he did that to me. He held his mistress in his arms, looking at me with disgust as he said, "If your father weren't the director, do you think I would've married you? You're not even worthy of being in the same room as Mabel. After one more surgery to remove your stomach, I'll be promoted to chief physician. "Didn't you claim to love me so much? I'm just using your body to help me and Mabel get ahead... I'm doing you a favor." Then, he and his mistress threw me off the building, making it look like a suicide. When I opened my eyes again, I had gone back to the day of my stomach surgery.

David, you returned thinking you could fix everything, but your words froze me to my core. You said I ruined everything that should have been perfect. I begged you to live—for our unborn child—but the woman you held wasn’t me. It was Kate, my fake sister who’d stolen everything from me for twenty years. Abducted at 10, I fought through unspeakable hardships to find my family, only to be despised by them. I watched Kate take my wealth, my parents' love, and even my husband. She told me to disappear, and I was cast away in darkness. Bruised, tortured, and broken, I waited for the end. But I opened my eyes to a hospital room, with a pregnancy test report on the table, dated the day before my death. I was reborn. Given a second chance, I vowed never to repeat the mistakes of my past. I’d leave this toxic family, this horrible marriage, and give up everything for my baby’s future. But then you came, David—begging me to come back with tears in your eyes. Could I return to you after everything? Then came Ronan Darkwood, a mafia don with power, wealth, and a deadly reputation. He claimed me as his own. In his world, I found strength, love, and protection from the horrors of my past. As I fell for him, I realized that everything I thought I knew about love and family was wrong. I have a second chance, and I won’t waste it. Will I break free from my past and embrace a future with Ronan, or will the chains of betrayal tear it all apart?

Marisol Ríos estaba enferma; le quedaba poco tiempo de vida. Ese día tuvo una revelación: frente a la muerte, todo lo demás carecía de importancia. Su familia, egoísta y abusiva, que solo sabía aprovecharse de ella... ¡ya no los quería en su vida! Su prometido, David Peña, el mismo que acababa de pedirle matrimonio para luego involucrarse con su propia hermana, Lucía... ¡tampoco lo quería ya! Despojada de todo, por fin podía ser libre... Poco a poco, en su círculo social comenzaron a circular rumores sobre ella. Que Marisol se relacionaba con gente muy influyente. Que se le veía acompañada de hombres más jóvenes. Que su fortuna personal crecía sin parar y derrochaba dinero sin medida. Que Marisol... Tiempo después, cuando aquellos que la habían despreciado descubrieron su situación, uno tras otro, desesperados, le suplicaron llorando su perdón. Sus padres, con fingida dulzura: —Mi niña, tú siempre serás nuestra hija querida. Anda, regresa a casa con nosotros, ¿sí? Su ex prometido, el traidor: —Marisol, a la única que quiero es a ti, lo juro. Por favor, dame otra oportunidad. Pero ya era demasiado tarde. Un sujeto de semblante endurecido se interpuso. —Si alguien se atreve a molestar de nuevo a la señorita Ríos, le romperé las piernas. ... Tiempo después, ese caballero, una figura poderosa y casi inalcanzable, se arrodillaba ante ella. —Viva o muerta, Marisol, tú eres mía. Alonso Garza nunca se consideró a sí mismo una buena persona. Como cabeza de una de las familias más poderosas, había forjado su camino con decisiones implacables y una determinación férrea, labrándose una reputación temible. Nadie habría imaginado que aquel sujeto formidable y peligroso llevaba a una joven guardada en lo más profundo de su ser, y así había sido durante ocho años. La poca ternura que poseía, estaba reservada por completo para ella.

Five years of marriage, and I was finally pregnant. I couldn't wait to tell Neil—until I heard his mom say: "When are you going to tell Angela? Cece's already showing. This family needs an heir." "Just give me a little more time. I'll handle it." I froze in the doorway, the ultrasound report burning in my pocket. Neil Schmidt, your promises mean nothing.

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I knock on the door, heart pounding like it always does when I’m about to see him. “Come in,” Justin’s voice calls—cool, smooth, and frustratingly calm. I take a deep breath and walk in, holding the folder tightly. “Here’s the report you requested, sir.” He doesn’t even glance at me. Just keeps typing, his expression unreadable. “You’re late,” he says without missing a beat. I clench my jaw. “There was a delay at the printer—” “No excuses, Joanna. Just do better next time.” Ouch. Professional and cold. As always. I nod, ignoring the sting in my chest. “Yes, sir.” I turn to leave, gripping the doorknob—just one more second and I’ll be out of this weird tension-filled office— “Wait.” I freeze. I turn around slowly. “Yes?” Justin stands now, walking toward me. In his hand, a familiar brown paper bag. He holds it out. “You didn’t have lunch.” I blink. “I’m fine.” “You skipped breakfast too. Eat.” I hesitate. “What is it?” “Chicken pesto. No onions.” My breath catches. He still remembers? “Why are you doing this?” I ask quietly. He shrugs, not meeting my eyes. “I just… remember things.” My fingers brush his as I take the bag. Warmth. Stupid warmth that shouldn’t still feel this familiar. Then, he looks at me—really looks at me. “You shouldn’t skip meals… wife.” Silence. My chest tightens. “Don’t call me that.” But my voice is too soft to sound convincing. I walk out before I say something I’ll regret. His words echo in my mind like a dangerous lullaby. Cold one second. Kilig the next. God… he’s still him. And that’s exactly the problem.