Mabisang Gamot Sa Sipon Ng Baby

On my birthday, Heather Pond’s lover posted a sonogram on his social media account and captioned it, [We’re going to be parents!] I commented, [Congratulations. You can have the baby cot from my place.] The next second, Heather called me to give me a warning. “Brandon Smith is dying. I’ll come back to you once I give birth to his child. Please don’t trigger him any further!” I remained calm and collected when I served her the divorce papers. Then, I packed my bags and went on a vacation in Europe.

Kaira Yaren wakes up with no memory of the man who left her pregnant. Just a pounding headache. She's mocked and shamed by people she called her family. She refuses to endanger her child's life even if it means continuously stepping on her. Meanwhile, Damian James, the cold-hearted billionaire heir, retrieves his lost memories of that one steamy night, after a discussion with his sick father about an arranged marriage, which he despised. He hates staying under the same roof with someone he barely knows except it's business related. But since the chairman made it clear that it would be someone he knows, someone he took as his sister, with no romantic feelings attached, can never be his wife. Hence, to satisfy his father about the marriage issues and ease his concerns. He planned to find the woman he had spent a night with. To him, he hates romantic feelings. He was going to find her only to offer a contract marriage. Just a business. As she's the perfect fit— Vulnerable, quiet, at least that he remembered. What he doesn't know is that she's carrying his child. And by the time Damian discovers the truth, it's already late.. His younger brother, Oliver is already in love with her. Now, Kairan became the only thing Damian has ever wanted after falling in love with her. So was Kaira's favorite cousin, Tony. Whom she thought only cared for her because they were family, but it turned out he had always harbored romantic feelings for her. Three men love a woman, each with a special story and bond with her. With whom do you think she would go? The cold-hearted billionaire with whom they had a night together? Or the others whom she cares dearly for. A must-read!

Ça faisait sept ans que j'étais avec André Gaudreau, mon fiancé, chirurgien. On avait organisé 66 mariages, mais à chaque fois, il avait tout annulé à cause de Célia Allard. La première fois, Célia avait fait une erreur de dosage à un patient. Il m'avait dit d'attendre son retour. Je l'avais attendu toute la journée. La deuxième fois, Célia était tombée dans sa douche. On était sur le point d'échanger les alliances, mais il était parti sans hésiter, me laissant face aux rires des invités. On avait enchaîné 65 cérémonies. À chaque fois, Célia trouvait une excuse pour le faire partir. La 65e fois ? Son chien était soi-disant mourant, et elle menaçait de se suicider. Ma mère avait failli faire une crise cardiaque de rage. Mais rien n'avait retenu André... Après, il était venu s'excuser à genoux. Il disait qu'il avait juste pitié pour Célia, parce qu'elle était orpheline. Que moi, j'étais la seule qu'il aimait vraiment. Je lui avais donné une dernière chance. Il m'avait encore déçue. J'ai définitivement tiré un trait et ai quitté André pour rejoindre une ONG médicale. « Désormais, inutile qu'on se revoie », me suis-je dit.

“We are divorced, Adams.” She sighed and wanted to walk away, but he held her. “It doesn't matter.” He answered, his voice laced with determination. “I don't love you anymore.” “That doesn't matter either. What matters is that I want you, and there's nothing you or anyone can do about it.” ***** Alicia's life has been a series of ups and downs. She suffered abuse from her husband and his family because she couldn't give him a child. She thought she had seen it all, but not until the day she returned home only to receive a letter of divorce from her husband. She pleaded but was met with deaf ears, and so she signed the documents and left. Little did anyone know that she was pregnant. She returned six years later with her baby girl only to find her Ex-husband craving her once more. How will she take this, and what other surprises does fate have in stock for her?

"I'll never come back to you! Not in my lifetime!" I spat angrily at him. He scoffed, his eyes as dark as ever. "Then, would you rather be dead than be mine?" "What?" "You either come back to me or you die." He blurted out. My eyes widened in shock, was he really going to kill me? "You don't want to die, do you? Then... strip." He ordered, his voice sounded too hoarse. I moved back, looking for a way to escape. "There is no way out Crystal. You either strip or die. I must have you by all means..." ••••••••••• Crystal was hurt and betrayed when the man he loved and cared for left her like that. She saved his life and they were living happily until he left her one day. He didn't look back, he never cared if she got pregnant for him. She had to find out his true identity being Alexander Hunter. The missing billionaire heir of the biggest and richest family in the country. Three years later, fate brings them together again. Crystal is trying everything she can to get away from him but Alexander would do anything to have her back. What's worse? He's forceful with it. He wants no one with her even though he has a fiance. Will Crystal be able to overcome this crisis? What happens when she finds out not everything she saw was the truth? Does Alexander just wants her back or is he doing this for revenge?

Hiniwalayan ng cold-blooded CEO na si Max ang kanyang asawa na si Khelowna matapos ang dalawang taong pagsasama na walang pagmamahalan. Naniniwala siyang si Khelowna ang nag-frame up sa kanyang tunay na mimanahal, na si Maveliene dahilan kung bakit na-coma ito sa ospital ng mahabang panahon. Nang malaman niyang buntis si Khelowna ng hindi sinasadya, kinuha niya ang anak nila matapos maipanganak at nilayo ito sa asawa niya. Gusto niyang maging ina ng anak niya ay si Maveliene. Ngunit makalipas ang anim na taon, muling nagkita sina Max at Khelowna sa isang ospital kung saan dinala ni Max ang anak niya para ipagamot. Dahil doon nagtatrabaho si Khelowna bilang doctor, napagalaman niya na ang batang dinala ng ex-husband niya sa ER ay anak pala nila. Agad siyang nangako sa sarili niya na kukunin niya ang anak niya. Ngunit bago niya iyon magawa, kailangan niya munang harapin ang ex-husband niya na hanggang ngayon ay galit pa rin sa kaniya. Ano ang mangyayari kay Khelowna sa pinaplano niya?

Trying to run from her past, Claire moved to another city to make a living there, and in six years, she became a top interior designer. Everything was going well for her as a single mother till, Lucas Anderson who she had a one-night stand with six years ago, came back into her life, wanting her back. The danger of his enemies and her enemies will put their love to a test and will the only thing keeping them going be their love for their son? Or will their love for each other overcome all the obstacles they face?

Disclaimer:THIS STORY IS PURELY WORK OF FICTION. ALL CHARACTERS, NAMES, PLACE OR EVENTS MENTIONED IN THE STORY ARE USED FICTITIOUSLY, PLEASE DON'T ASSOCIATE THE CHARACTER TO THE ACTUAL PORTRAYER. >>> Naglalakad ako ng may marinig akong ingay sa bandang kusina. Nung una benaliwala ko lang yun pero ng may narinig ako iyak ng batang babae ay agad ko tinungo ang kusina dahil alam ko kung sino yung batang babae umiiyak. Pagdating ko ng kusina nakita ko umiiyak ang kapatid ko at bukod dun nakita ko rin na pinapagalitan s'ya ni Beatrice. Agad ko naman nilapitan ang kapatid ko para tanongin kung bakit s'ya umiiyak. "Yana anong ngyari? bakit ka umiiyak?" nagaalala tanong ko. Pinunsan nito ang mga pisnge n'ya bago ako sagutin. "A-Ate ako po kasi sinisisi ni ate Beatrice na kumuha ng necklace n'ya kahit hindi naman po talaga ako ang kumuha." sagot nito sa tanong ko habang umiiyak. "At talagang masisinungaling kapa bata ka! eh! Ikaw lang naman ang pumasok sa kwarto ko bago mawala yung necklace ko!" asik ni Beatrice sa kapatid ko. Hindi ko maiwasang hindi s'ya patulan sa pagbibintang n'ya sa kapatid ko. Alam ko hindi magagawa ng kapatid ko ang binibintang n'ya dahil hindi ko ganon pinalaki ang kapatid ko. "Ano ba Beatrice? Bakit mo naman pinagbibintangan yung kapatid ko? Eh wala ka naman ebendinsya na s'ya ang kumuha ng necklace mo!" sabi ko sa galit na tuno. Pagak itong tumawa bago muling nagsalita. "AT TALAGA KINAKAMPIHAN MO PA YANG KAPATID MO MAGNANAKAW" asik nito sa akin at sa kapatid ko. "Opss! Nakalimutan ko palang anak kayo ng mga magnanakaw! Mga mukang pera! gold digger!" sambit nito sa mapangasar na tuno. Sa puntong yun hindi ko na napigilan ang galit ko. Idamay na n'ya ang lahat wag lang ang kapatid ko at lalong-lalo na

He has everything he'd always wanted and with the snap of his fingers, he gets anything he desires except for one thing... • • Ronnell Roman is a cold-hearted billionaire who owns a security company. He had everything from wealth, power, influence, smart, and even the face and body of a Greek God. He could get any girl he wanted, anytime and anywherere but there's a problem... • • Blair Damien thought that her life had ended right after her long-time college sweetheart shattered her heart. She doesn't believe in love but what if that thought changed after a memorable sexually experienced one-night stand that might change her whole life forever? • • • When Blair discovers that her long time boyfriend had been cheating on her, she was devasted. his betrayal unhinges life as she knows it. as she tries to come to terms with her new single status, she's reminded of her cold-hearted boss, Ronnell Roman, and their memorable one night that she'd rather forget. But it just happens that Ronnell is always at the right place at the right time. But then something unimaginable happens,

My sister, Bella, had a baby in a back-alley shithole. Then she disappeared. A midwife tracked me down using an address Bella left behind. She shoved the newborn at me like a sack of garbage. My parents fell to their knees. Crying. Begging me to take her bastard. Just like that, my future as a promising artist was gone. The neighbors, the priest, my landlord… they all called me a whore. A sinner who had disgraced God. They ran me out of the neighborhood . My life was over. Eighteen years later, Bella waltzed back into my life. A cheap thug with a fake Rolex dangled from her arm. She held my son, crocodile tears streaming down her face. She called me jealous. Accused me of stealing her flesh and blood. Of keeping a mother from her child. And my son? The one I bled myself dry for? The son I poured every last cent into, turning him into a brilliant painter? The son I starved for, so much that I ended up in a hospital bed? The moment he saw his "real" mother, he cast me aside without a second thought. "You pathetic, broke bitch!" he spat. "You stole everything from us! All the happiness that was supposed to be ours!" My parents threw me out like a dog. Bella's thug husband had his men corner me in the red-light district. They pinned me against a wall, their threats vile and clear: Never come back. I had no way out. I threw myself off the Brooklyn Bridge. Then, I opened my eyes. I was back. Eighteen years in the past. Then came the knock. Hell had found my door. I wasn’t going to be the fool who gave everything and got nothing. This time, I took control.