Switched At Birth Drama

When the paths of a mafia's runaway daughter and a grieving businessman cross paths, with a contract as the intersection. • • • Genesis lives a pretty contented life as a nurse. Her life has no drama outside the ruckus she faces at the hospital. Smooth and somewhat steady, that was how her life was moving until she was assigned to a little boy that had temporarily lost his ability to walk. The kid was not a problem, however his father was. Dante De Ambrose was one hell of an unpredictable man, quite like his son. He had resorted to facing his child and his business after he witnessed the gruesome murder of his wife and first love. Until he came across a force that cracked his shell, a woman that easily reached into his heart and touched those parts that he had been hiding away for so long; a woman that made his son smile like he never had since they both lost the most important woman in their lives. A contract marriage comes into the mix as things begin to get more complicated. For Dante, it is for the sake of his son; and for Genesis, it's simply for the extra funds. All in all, for both of them, it is nothing more than an agreement... or is it really?

Rebecca touched the door's handle to open it but before she could push the door, the man grabbed her waist from behind and came closer to her ears, and said in a husky tone "Times Up! You are too late." Hearing him, her heart skipped a bit because his touch didn't make her feel disgusted but it just felt like a romantic touch. She becomes rigid for a moment in her place and does not understand what happened all of a sudden. And before she could understand anything. The man took her in his arms and shortly pressed her lips with his lips. He kissed her wildly until she felt suffocated. Her head becomes dizzier. She was forced by a stranger to spend a romantic night with him. But when she wakes up the next morning, she is alone in bed and only left with his diamond ring which he left for her as compensation. Seeing herself in this horrible situation, She's broken mentally and physically. And when she is hardly trying to forget the incident as a nightmare, she learns that she is about to become a mother. On hearing that, her whole world becomes in turmoil. What will she do now? Will she give birth to this child or will she kill her/him in her womb?

Welcome to West Ora Academy, where the supernatural reigns supreme and the magic never ends! Our academy is a haven for all creatures of the night, from dragons to shadow weavers to sirens and more. Each species has its designated building, where you'll learn everything there is to know about your kind and your unique powers. And for those of you who are hybrids, you'll have the unique opportunity to call more than one building home. So come join us at West Ora Academy, where the supernatural world is waiting for you to discover it! Get ready to unleash your inner power and become the supernatural you were always meant to be! High school is never easy. Multiply that by ten, and you have what it's like to attend West Ora Academy with its diverse body of various species. Told from multiple points of view, follow half siblings Jesse, Augustus, and Ares as they navigate high school and the drama of relationships. While Jesse struggles to handle being blackmailed by the guy she thought she loved. How will she handle it when she realizes he's her mate? Her brothers have their own issues. August and Ares find themselves in a love triangle as they both fall for their childhood friend Nova. Will Ares push aside his feeling for his brother's sake, or will he fight for Nova? Can Nova trust her feelings for Augustus, the playboy?

I was the heiress switched at birth by a nanny. It was not until I turned eighteen that my biological parents finally found me, and traded me back for the girl they had raised and loved as their own. However, fate played a cruel joke that very same week. My parents died in a car accident. The family business collapsed. In one night, I lost everything. My older brother survived, but his kidneys failed. I did not hesitate. I gave him mine. However, grief broke something in him. Blaming me for our parents' deaths, he spiraled into madness. "You killed Mom and Dad! Why wasn't it you who died instead?" he screamed. I gave up college and took on three jobs a day just to pay for his treatment. Years passed. One day, while cleaning a mansion as a housekeeper, I saw her, the "sister" I was traded for, gliding through a lavish party, dressed in designer clothes and dripping in jewels. I froze when I heard the voices I had long thought silenced. My parents, alive, speaking to her as gently as ever: "Jasmine, you're so compassionate… agreeing to end Helen's punishment early." My brother, the one who should still be seeing a therapist, frowned and objected. "No. Not even a day less. Just because she suffers a little doesn't mean she deserves to live." I glanced down at the medical report still warm in my hands. For the first time in years, I smiled. "Perfect," I whispered. "Now I can finally die like I wanted to."

Istri yang dulu manja, penurut dan hangat. Apa-apa selalu butuh bantuan suaminya. Namun, tiba-tiba semua berubah. Setelah sang istri berjualan dan memiliki penghasilan. Semua tak sama setelah sang istri menjelma menjadi sosok yang mandiri. Bagaimana sang suami mengambil sikap? Akankah perubahan sang istri, juga berdampak pada rumah tangga mereka?

Ignazio Quirino's first marriage had to end because his wife Gretta died not long after giving birth due to cancer. Gretta's death broke Ignazio's heart, so he chose to run away from his family, leaving behind a baby he never even named. Five years it was passed. Due to Ignazio's father's health condition, Antony Quirino, Ignazio finally returned. Still, he did not dare to show himself because he felt too ashamed of his selfish actions in the past. Meanwhile, Mrs. Claire Quirino asked Olivia Grint, the girl she had trusted to look after her grandson, to help Ignazio get close to Gianna, whose biological daughter is now five. But who would have thought that Ignazio and Olivia would be attracted to each other? Not to mention the presence of the late Gretta's sister, who suddenly claims she is more suitable as a mother for Hanna, a new problem for Ignazio and Olivia's love, which has just grown. Who will Ignazio choose? Olivia or his late wife's sister?

Sabendo que meu marido Otávio fingiu a própria morte para assumir a identidade do irmão gêmeo, eu escolhi não desmascará-lo e pedi ao comando militar que o desse como morto e o excluísse do Exército. Na vida passada, após a morte do irmão, Otávio abandonou a patente de comandante para viver como o irmão, apenas para não deixar a cunhada viúva. Quando o confrontei, ele negou tudo, protegeu a cunhada e me levou à ruína. Fui humilhada, expulsa de casa, perdi minha filha e morri no inverno. Ao abrir os olhos novamente, volto exatamente ao dia em que ele passou a fingir ser Fábio.

Depois que tranquei a faculdade, meus pais não me pressionaram. Mas a amiga de infância do meu namorado, que sempre cultivou a imagem de ser uma pessoa superinteligente, me ligou. Eu estava ocupada aproveitando a vida no interior, cultivando uma horta, nadando no riacho, sem tempo algum para programar. Na vida passada, ela entregou, um dia antes de mim, um projeto de programação idêntico ao meu. Todos me insultaram, dizendo que eu era desavergonhada, acusando-me de plágio e fraude. Tentei me explicar, mas ninguém acreditou em mim. Depois, ela ainda fez lives, caluniando-me na internet, dizendo que eu praticava bullying no campus. Atacaram minha família nas redes sociais de maneira enlouquecida, meus pais, tentando fugir de perseguidores extremistas, acabaram sofrendo um acidente de carro e faleceram. Não suportando o golpe, saltei de um prédio alto, morta sem poder descansar em paz. Até o último instante, enquanto minha consciência se dissipava, eu não conseguia entender o que havia acontecido. Era claramente o fruto do meu próprio esforço, por que alguém conseguiu publicar antes de mim? Quando abri os olhos novamente, eu, Sílvia Simões, voltei para o dia anterior ao incidente do plágio.

Meu namorado pertencia a elite intocável da capital, com uma fortuna familiar avaliada em dezenas de bilhões. Para me “testar”, ele passou sete anos sem nunca me comprar um único presente, sem gastar um centavo comigo. Até mesmo uma parada em uma loja de conveniência para comprar preservativos precisava ser dividida meio a meio. Então, minha mãe ficou gravemente doente. Pedi dinheiro emprestado a todos os amigos e parentes que pude, mas ainda faltavam dois mil para cobrir os custos da cirurgia. Não importava o quanto eu implorasse, ele se recusou a me emprestar o dinheiro. Organizei o funeral da minha mãe sozinha. Quando voltei para arrumar minhas coisas, encontrei por acaso uma lista de presentes que ele havia comprado para a jovem vizinha. Uma propriedade de luxo privada. Bolsas de grife. Joias no valor de centenas de milhões. Havia também um chat de voz com o amigo dele. — Caleb, é verdade que a Jessica realmente se humilhou e implorou a você por dois mil? Caleb Brooks soltou uma risada baixa e divertida, com um tom preguiçoso e indiferente. — A Nevaeh não estava errada. Qualquer pessoa que saia por aí implorando por dois mil — o que mais ela é, senão uma interesseira? — Estamos juntos há apenas sete anos e ela já está tentando tirar dinheiro de mim. Então essa era a verdade. Sete anos do chamado teste, ao que parecia, tinham sido provocados por nada mais do que algumas palavras manipuladoras de uma jovem vizinha. No entanto, isso já não importava. No momento em que minha mãe faleceu, eu já havia decidido deixá-lo.

Mi esposo, Jorge Martínez, y el amor de su vida, Elvia Meza, murieron juntos en un accidente automovilístico, y a mí me dejaron a cargo de dos gemelos ilegítimos. En un abrir y cerrar de ojos, dieciocho años se esfumaron. Me partí el alma para criarlos, los saqué adelante y hasta logré que los admitieran en la mejor universidad. Pero justo el día en que llegó la carta de admisión, Jorge y Elvia —muertos desde hacía años— reaparecieron. Ella se prendió del brazo de mi esposo, sonriendo de oreja a oreja, y me dijo: —Gracias por criarlos tan bien. Mis dos hijos pudieron ingresar a la universidad más prestigiosa. Sin ti, Jorge y yo no habríamos podido pasar tantos años fuera, viviendo tan a gusto… Después, Jorge me pidió el divorcio. Me dijo que se casaría con ella, y que, por fin, los cuatro estarían de nuevo "reunidos" como una familia. Y yo no lloré ni armé un escándalo. Solo sonreí, serena, como si nada, y respondí: —Está bien.