I Became The Heros Mom

Dominice Travis Lucas, unexpectedly accepted as P.A ( PERSONAL ASSISTANT ) of Mrs. Horman. She's not familiar to her new Boss, pero mahalaga sa kanya ngayon ang trabaho. Akala niya ay magiging P.A siya nang bagong Amo. Pero nagulat na lang siya ng malaman ang totoong pakay nito sa kanya. Gusto nito na maging SURROGATE MOTHER siya sa anak nito. Dahil hindi makabuo ang fiancee ng anak nitong si Ace Tyron Horman. Isang well-known businessman. Mahirap para kay Domi ang tanggapin, ngunit dahil sa pangangailangan ng kanyang kapatid na may sakit ay tinanggap niya ito. Naging surrogate mom siya, at hindi successful ang unang subok nila. Ngunit sa ikalawang pagkakataon ay nakabuo sila, pero ang totoo ay may nangyari pala talaga sa kanilang dalawa. Sa ama ng kanyang pinagbubuntis na si ACE TRYON HORMAN. Sa hindi alam na kadahilanan ay nagugustuhan na pala ni Domi ang ama ng kanyang pinag-bubuntis. Pero hindi niya maiwasan na masaktan dahil may iba na itong mahal.

The contractions were ripping me in two. My vision was going dark. My husband, Don Vittorio, the man who ruled Chicago, squeezed my hand. His dark eyes burned with love. "Just a little longer, mia cara. You'll meet our baby soon." Sweat poured down my face. I still found the strength to smile for him. Then a nurse walked in. She held a syringe. I thought it was to stop the pain. But Vittorio’s hand fell away. He took a single step back. The needle sank into my arm. I heard Vittorio’s voice. It was cold steel. "Dose her carefully. She holds on until midnight. Not a minute sooner. Not until after Ornella delivers." And then I knew. He thought I married him for the money. He was stopping my labor. All for a sick Falcone family rule: the first son born is the next heir. Pain tore through me. I reached for him. Tears streamed down my face. I begged him to stop. He bit his lip. His voice was pure ice. "My brother is dead. Ornella carries his only heir. You will do as you are told. You and your child will not steal his birthright." The drug hit my veins. The violent squeeze in my belly, like some invisible hand, just… stopped.

When I was born, I was already a certified liar. That's a fact that everyone seems to agree with. The truth is, my mom, who's a scientist, has implanted advanced chips into me and my fraternal twin brother, Ryan Hartwell, when we were still babies. By right, as long as we lie or make mistakes, our mom will receive the devil signal from the chips. Then, she'll administer electrical shocks as a form of punishment. Ryan's chip often transmits the smiley signal. Even if he destroys our mom's research equipment and pins the blame on me, his chip still has the smiley branded on it. Meanwhile, when I reach home ten minutes later than usual because I had to help out a classmate, my chip transmits the scary devil signal. The next thing I know, I've already crippled to the floor from the intense pain caused by the electrical shock. At first, I'll still explain to Mom what happened. But she often exclaims, "Don't think you can pull off clever little tricks just like that gambling father of yours! The chip is ten thousands times smarter than you! The punishments will only be branded into your bones if the pain is searing enough! What I'm doing is saving your life!" After suffering from the pain countless times, I get brainwashed into thinking that I really am a liar and a troublemaker by nature. On the night of Christmas Eve, Mom comes to the attic to tell Ryan to join the family at the table for the Christmas dinner. That's when my asthma suddenly acts up, causing me to stumble and fall to the floor. "I… I can't breathe… Save me, Mom…" But Mom just coldly gazes at the devil signal that she has just received on her phone. Then, she dials the shock value to the maximum. "You don't have asthma at all! Ugh, you're kicking up another fuss just to attract attention! Seriously, you never change your ways!" After that, she takes Ryan's hand and leads him out of the attic. Soon, she slams the door heavily behind her. As I suffer from asphyxiation while on my deathbed, I can't help but think that Mom is right. After all, my chip has just transmitted the devil signal. Maybe the asthma attack really is just a figment of my imagination. I've always been a bad girl who loves lying to others, after all. When Mom finds out that this is the last time I've ever lied to her, she must be really happy, right?

Sophia Mitchell thought she had it all—a thriving career in interior design, a picture-perfect marriage to Nathan Carter, and a younger sister she adored. But her world shatters when she walks in on Nathan passionately entangled with none other than Chloe—her own sister. Heartbroken and betrayed, Sophia refuses to be a victim. She divorces Nathan, determined to rebuild her life, but revenge fuels her every step. A passionate one-night stand with a mysterious stranger, Alex, seems like the perfect way to forget her pain—until she learns he is Nathan’s estranged half-brother. With Alex harboring his own vendetta against Nathan, the two join forces to take him down. But as secrets unravel, Sophia finds herself caught between revenge, redemption, and an unexpected love she never saw coming. The best part? She just became Nathan’s new boss. Will she destroy him completely or find herself trapped in a web of her own making?

My mom gets buzzed at the family dinner and insists on burning my admission letter. She says, "You're a guy, and yet you can't get into Horvard University! What makes you think you can study at any university now? You might as well quit studying altogether!" I try to stop her from doing so, only for my dad to stop me instead. "It's just a stupid scrap of paper. Don't put a damper on your mom's mood, now. Can't you just retake the college admission exam?" Just like that, my fruit of labor gets burned to ashes. When I'm studying for the exam again, Mom keeps inviting people home for drinks. All I do is utter one complaint, and I get beaten to death by her drinking buddies. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the night of the family dinner. This time, I've swapped out my admission letter to the IOU her boss has told her to safeguard. Go ahead and burn it. Two years later, I'll be sure to visit you at your grave, Mom.

Monique Lysianna Palacio was a rebellious tomboy that used to settling her wretched existence. Until the most annoying guy named Desmond Aldeguer, took place to do it extra miserable by marrying her. They got married, even though she loathed him. She doesn’t like the idea of being in love, but then, she do fell for him.

Twenty-one-year-old Fay Willmer doesn't like children. But she is forced to become the adoptive mother of a pair of twins belonging to her recently deceased best friend. Little does she know that the children's father is Cade Goldwin, the richest and most powerful man in the town of Axton. At the insistence of the children, Mike and Mika, Fay ends up staying as a nanny at Cade's residence. The twins' mission begins. With their grandmother as an ally, Mike and Mika intend to unite the two people who have always not gotten along and remove the barriers around them.

When down-on-her-luck Rennie Brooks accepts a job as a live-in nanny for the daughter of cold, enigmatic billionaire Shawn Wolfe, she believes it’s just another job—and another clingy child—until the little girl looks up at her with wide, innocent eyes and calls her “Mommy”… then begins mirroring her every habit. The connection is instant. The tension between her and Shawn, undeniable. Because Shawn isn’t just her new boss—he’s the man from her one unforgettable night eight years ago, the stranger who vanished before dawn, leaving behind nothing but memories and heartbreak. Rennie swore she’d never fall for him again. But under the same roof, every stolen glance and forbidden touch reignites the desire she thought she’d buried for good. Her fragile new beginning shatters when Shawn’s glamorous ex-wife suddenly returns, demanding custody of the little girl Rennie has come to love as her own. Just as she prepares to walk away, a devastating secret surfaces— Diane isn’t Shawn’s daughter. She’s Rennie’s. Now Rennie must fight for the child she never knew was hers and face the hardest choice of her life: between the man who broke her heart and the one who might finally mend it.

Isang malaking aral sa buhay ng isang tao na dapat huwag mong husgahan ang iyong kapwa ayon sa nakikita mo lamang. Kung hindi mo kilala ang kanyang tunay na pagkatao mas maigi kung mananahimik ka at huwag kang magbitaw ng mga nakakasakit na salita. Huwag mainggit sa tagumpay ng iba. Kung nais mo rin na magtagumpay kagaya ng kapwa mo. Isaisip mo na kung kaya niya kakayanin mo rin na pagtagumpayan ang narating niya. Maaaring mabilis ang pag-angat niya dahil mas maabilidad siya kaysa sa'yo. Dahan-dahan ka lang, balang araw may mararating ka rin. Kahit gaano man ka bagal ang lakad ng isang pagong kung dala niya ang kanyang sapat na determinasyon makakarating parin siya sa kanyang paruruunan. Ang pagkakaroon ng matatag, matapang at mapang-unawa na katuwang sa buhay ay isang biyaya ng panginoon. Ako ay matatawag na nagmula sa madilim na nakaraan. Mula sa sirang pamilya, kinamumuhian ang haligi ng tahanan dahil pinagpalit niya kami sa kanyang kabit. Maswerti na rin kami dahil may matapang at matatag kaming ina na nagsumikap para kami ay gabayan. Napakaswerti rin niya ng muling nakatagpo ng kabiyak na handang tumayo bilang aming ama. Pinangako ko sa aking sarili na hindi ko gagayahin ang aking ama. Pinangako kong panindigan ko ang pamilya bubuuhin. Ngunit sa isang kapusokan nakagawa ako ng isang kasalanan na lingid sa aking kaalaman. Tanadhana ng diyos na mapalapit ako sa babae na kapatid ng aking nagawan ng kasalanan. Minsan kong hinusgahan sa kasalanan na hindi naman niya ginawa. Naging roller coaster ang buhay pag-ibig namin. Pero sabi nga nila gaano man kalakas ng bagyo at unos sisibol parin ang isang liwanag na magbigay pag-asa na tapos na ang kalamidad.

Once I became pregnant, I was hailed as the most precious woman in the underworld. My husband, the new Don of the Jenkins family, shut down an entire private hospital wing for my check-ups, while my father, the Collins Don, summoned every Michelin-starred chef in New York to the estate, just so I could pick whatever I craved. The baby I carried was destined to be the sole heir of the two most powerful mafia families. But on the day we were to sign the papers securing my child's inheritance, they both vanished. "An urgent family matter came up," my husband, Vincent, said, kissing my forehead. "We can finalize the child's inheritance when we get back. There's no rush." Shortly after they left, I received a link to an anonymous live stream. My father's voice came from the video, colder than I had ever heard it. "You're saying your marriage contract with Evangeline was never valid. Doesn't that make the child a bastard?" Vincent, lounging in a club, blew a smoke ring. Cradled in his arms was my half sister, Sarah. "Evangeline has always had all the love and affection. Her child will want for nothing." "Sarah has been mocked for her status for years. I have to make things right for her, give our child a legitimate name." In that moment, my heart seized, and I could barely breathe. Then my phone vibrated again. It was a text message: "Welcome home to the Gallo family, my queen." "Just give the word, and the child you carry will bear the Gallo name and become the most powerful heir in the American underworld."