Mommy Nsfw

After three years of marriage, Ivy Martinez thought she had everything—until her billionaire CEO husband Alexander forgot their anniversary and gave her gift to his "best friend" Sophia. When Ivy discovers Sophia has been picking up five-year-old Lucas from school for two years, her world shatters completely. Worse, Lucas runs to Sophia instead of Ivy, asking: "Can you be my real mommy? Mommy Ivy is always sad and boring." At a business dinner, Alexander introduces Sophia as his companion while calling Ivy "family." When Sophia serves food with peanut sauce knowing about Ivy's severe allergy, Alexander dismisses her panic: "You're probably faking it for attention." As Ivy goes into anaphylactic shock, Sophia suddenly has an "anxiety attack." Without hesitation, Alexander removes Ivy's mother's locket—her only keepsake from her deceased mother—and gives it to Sophia for "comfort." "Sophia saved my mother's life," he says cruelly. Ivy collapses, bleeding from a miscarriage she didn't know she was having, watching Alexander comfort Sophia who wears her dead mother's locket. But Ivy doesn't die that night. And when she opens her eyes, she's done being the perfect wife. What happens when the woman everyone underestimated decides she's had enough?

Sa loob ng walong taon, buong pusong ginampanan ni Isabelle Reyes-Trinidad ang pagiging isang perpektong ina at asawa. Tahimik siyang sumuporta kay Lucas—sa kanyang negosyo, sa kanyang reputasyon, at sa kanyang ambisyon. Nanahimik siya sa likod ng camera, sa mga board meeting na hindi siya inanyayahan, at sa mga sandaling kailangan niya ng karamay pero wala ni isang halik o salitang ginhawa ang kanyang nakuha. Ang mas masakit? Wala siyang lugar sa sariling tahanan. Hindi lang si Lucas ang may paboritong kasama. "Mas gusto ko si Tita Karina kaysa kay Mommy!"—sambit ng anak nilang si Marcus habang nakangiti si Lucas, tila sang-ayon. Ginawa na ni Isabelle ang lahat para mapanatiling buo ang kanilang pamilya. Pero imbes na pagmamahal at respeto, ang gantimpala niya’y pagtataksil at pangungutya. Habang binubura siya mula sa buhay ng asawa’t anak, si Karina Sison—ang ex ng kanyang asawa—ang inilalagay sa pedestal. Ginawang presidente. Ginawang reyna. Hanggang sa dumating ang gabing iyon. Ang gabing tuluyan siyang nagising sa katotohanan—na minsan, kahit gaano mo kamahal, hindi mo na kayang manatili sa isang lugar na matagal ka nang hindi pinipiling mahalin pabalik. Pagod na siyang umasa. Pagod na siyang maging tanong sa pamilyang matagal nang may sagot—at hindi siya iyon. Kaya handa na siyang magpalaya. Handa na siyang iwan ang tahanang dati niyang ipinaglaban, sa piling ng mga taong mas masaya nang wala siya. Ngunit nang sa wakas ay iniabot na niya ang divorce papers sa kanyang asawa… Hindi galit ang sumalubong sa kanya. Hindi rin pakiusap. Kundi isang malamig na titig lang. Isang mapanganib na ngiti. At ang mga salitang… “You’re not going anywhere, Isabelle.”

“I’ll pay you as much as you want, layuan mo lang ang pamangkin ko," alok ni Ibrahim sa babaeng kinababaliwan ng pamangkin niyang si Khaleb. Halos hindi naman makagalaw si Loraine sa narinig. Hindi niya maintindihan kung paano mag-re-react sa sinabing iyon ng Uncle ni Khaleb. At napagkamalan pa yata siyang girlfriend nito. “Huh! Nakakatawa ha. Hindi magandang paratang.” Sa inis niya, nahawakan niya ang booklet na nasa ibabaw ng side table at saka ibinato rito. “Gago ka! Anong palagay mo sa akin sugar mommy? Ang kapal ng mukha mo!” “Hey! Stop! Stop! Stop!” Nagawa ni Ibrahim na umiwas, saka hinagilap ang bewang at braso nito. Hindi inaasahang nagdikit ang kanilang mukha. Her eyes met his, and it feels like searching him deeply in his bones. Aminado siyang nakuryente siya sa init ng hininga nito na amoy coffee latte. It makes his manhood alive, lalo na nang masalat niya ang mala-artistic na kurba ng bewang nito. Same as Loraine, kakaibang kilig ang hatid ng maaamo at mapupunagy nitong mga mata. Ang ilong nitong parang goddess ang hugis maging ang mga labing mapupula at magandang korte. Parang magnet na humuhila patungo sa kanyang mga labi. “Is this how you seduce my nephew. Because if it is, you’re doing a great job,” bulong ni Ibrahim. Hindi mawari ni Loraine kung papuri ba iyon o insulto. Mas pinili niya ang pangalawang statement ng kanyang isipan kaya buong lakas niya itong itinulak. Walong taon na ang lumipas nang muling magtagpo ang landas nina Ibrahim at Loraine. Wala silang kaalam-alam na minsan na nilang nakatagpo ang isat-isa sa isang malagim na pangyayari. No print, no clues, only fate will let them know who they really are and what would they be in the future.

Josephine Averly brought her daughter, Julie, to the hospital for a consultation, only to discover the attending doctor was the ex-boyfriend she hadn't seen in years. Seven years had passed, and she had reinvented herself completely—her name, her life, even her body. Gone was her once-chubby frame. He didn't recognize her. How could he? He had no idea she had secretly given birth to his child. Julie clutched her hand. "Mommy, why are you crying?" Josephine couldn't answer. All she wanted was to turn and flee. … In her youth, Josephine had fallen for the university’s golden boy—and, against all odds, won his heart. The entire Beller University had buzzed with scandal: Julian Faulkner, the untouchable heartthrob known for his icy elegance, was secretly dating. And his mysterious girlfriend? A shy, awkward girl with curves. Josephine became the target of endless ridicule, scorned by her peers. She still remembered his voice, cold and rough, as he said to his friends, "It's just a fling. I'm leaving the country soon anyway." And just like that, her bittersweet love had ended in heartbreak. Now, fate had brought them back together, shattering the peaceful life she had worked so hard to build. She tried everything to draw a clear line between their worlds. Somehow, that line ended in his bed. He used every trick—pressure, bribes, fake illnesses, tantrums, outright shamelessness—to chase off any man who dared come near her. "Julian, do you even realize I have a boyfriend now?" In the back of his sleek Maybach, his hands locked around her waist as he kissed her with desperate hunger. "Then let me be your lover," he rasped. "I'm richer than him. Younger. And I can make you feel so much better." Seven years ago, he pulled her into a secret romance. Seven years later, he begged to be her dirty secret. She told him he was sick in the head. He simply replied, "I really am sick."