Real Mom Shower

When down-on-her-luck Rennie agrees to be nanny for the daughter of cold billionaire Shawn Wolfe, she thinks it’s just another job,until the little girl calls her “Mommy.” The connection is instant. But so is the tension with Shawn,a man she once loved, now the very nightmare she woke up from. Determined to find herself again, she leaves in search of a new life. And just when she begins to rebuild,with the help of Darlington, a charming investor who sees her as more than just a nanny,Shawn’s ex-wife returns, demanding custody of Diane. But one secret changes everything: Diane isn’t Shawn’s daughter. She’s Rennie’s. Now Rennie must fight for the child she never knew was hers,and choose between the man who shattered her past, and the one who's willing to love her for who she is.

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.

Dylan Edwards, a wealthy CEO, broke off his relationship with Cassidy Aarvi six years ago and pressured her into signing divorce papers. However, Dylan had mistaken Cassidy for someone else that day, and she could not correct the misunderstanding. Cassidy is now a single mother to two delightful five-year-old children who are curious about their father. Her primary aim is to uncover the truth about their parentage and possibly reconnect with the man she was mistaken for. Can the children discover the identity of their father? What creative plans will they come up with to accomplish their mission?

Mom and Aunt Denise Taylor fell off the balcony in the midst of their heated argument. Dad rushed in just as they hit the ground, each with a broken arm. Without hesitation, he left Mom behind and hurriedly took Denise to the hospital instead. Later, Mom filed for divorce. Dad's face twisted in anger as he yelled, "Enough, Nicole! So what if you broke an arm and can't hold a scalpel anymore? What's the big deal? Dee is a genius designer. If she had lost her hand, her life would've been over! Of course, I had to save her first!" Watching all this in my ghostly state, I couldn't help but laugh. Did Dad really think that Mom had only lost the use of her hand? Mom didn't just lose her hand. She lost me. After all, I had severe heart failure, and the only person who could perform the life-saving surgery was Mom, the medical master herself. But none of that matters now, because I'm already gone.

One month before my wedding to my boyfriend, he announced he wanted to have a child with his "first love." I refused, but he brought it up every single day. Two weeks before the ceremony, I received a prenatal checkup report. That’s when I discovered his so-called "first love" was already nearly a month pregnant. It turned out he’d never intended to seek my consent at all. In that moment, years of affection evaporated like smoke. So, I canceled the wedding, destroyed every trace of our memories, and on what should have been our wedding day, I walked into a closed-off research lab. From then on, he meant nothing to me.

I quit and dipped. City threw a parade. Only Jenna Blake—my oh-so-gifted junior who claimed she could "see through killers' eyes"—lost it. At her celebration banquet, she went full drama queen: "I owe everything to Kate Mercer. Please, bring her back!" I laughed. Cold. Not happening. Last time around, I was the hotshot detective. But every clue I found? She dropped it first like she read my mind. People started saying I was washed. So I went all in—three months, no sleep, cracked a massive trafficking ring. Led the raid myself. She beat me there. Again. Place was cleaned out. Boom. She's the city's golden girl. I'm the clown with no game. Pressure got ugly. My head snapped. I died chasing the last scumbag. Then—bam. I woke up. Same day. Raid morning. Round two.

Karena sebuah kecelakaan dan kesalahpahaman antara seorang wanita bernama Zara, dengan seorang pemuda tampan bernama Zeo, Zara terpaksa harus menanggung benih Zeo di dalam rahimnya. Zeo berpikir kalau ini adalah rencana dan jebakan yang dibuat Zara, untuk merebut hatinya. Sampai hal yang tidak diinginkan pun terjadi, sehingga membuat Zara malu dan mengasingkan dirinya sendiri dari hadapan mereka. Zara mengandung dan melahirkan anak dari Zeo. Zara merawat anak Zeo dengan sepenuh hati, karena bagaimanapun juga itu adalah darah dagingnya sendiri. Apakah kehidupannya akan baik-baik saja ke depannya?

When my mother finally found the real heiress, she was on her knees selling shoes on the street. And to my surprise, I recognized her—she was none other than my fiancé's first love. Determined to oust me, the fake heiress, she played her part well, putting on a daily show to make me look bad. I was content to play along, enjoying our little game, until my fiancé’s offhand remark, “Was that really necessary?" shattered my composure. Fine, I thought, “You can keep this husband and family. I’ve got better things to do—like finding my real parents.”

Noah Davis is a successful businessman, handsome, but due to a bad experience in love has promised never to believe in love again, however, he is willing to do anything for his son, even marry someone he does not love. Emily Wilson is a young, tender and intelligent woman, but full of economic problems. After moving around several places without finding a good job to help her parents, she decides to become a nanny. With a contract in place, many feelings involved will make Noah and Emily's lives take an unexpected turn. Will they be able to set aside their prejudices and face their feelings? How far will Emily and Noah go for love?

My mother despised me because I was the unintended consequence of a one-night stand. She poured all her love and attention into her students, treating them as if they were her own flesh and blood. One day, when her favourite pupil confessed his feelings for me, she flew into a rage. She slapped me hard across the face and called me a whore. Years later, as Alzheimer's clouded her mind, she forgot I even existed, yet still remembered every single one of her precious students. The irony was that not one of them ever came to visit her in the nursing home. They all loathed her just as much as I did.