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"Mama, is Uncle our Daddy?" Finn asked with a pout. Zora bent down so she was face to face with her son. She ran her fingers through his hair with a strained smile. "Then who is Papa? Which of them is our Daddy, Mama?" The little boy probed. "Uncle, Finn," Tears pooled in the woman's eyes. How was she to tell them? Just how was she to tell her kids who their Dad really was? "Papa is not Freya and your Daddy. Uncle is your Daddy," "But uncle made you cry, Mama. I don't want Uncle to be my new Papa," The boy replied and ran off. *** Four years later, Zora Walter was now a well known model with two kids and her boyfriend. She had to return to New York City because one of her children had cancer and she was referred to a hospital in NYC. What she didn't expect was to meet him, the father of her children again and what happens when the buried desires threaten to come alive again? Would Zora be able to handle being with Elliot especially now that she was in a serious relationship with Derek? How will Elliot react after realizing he has two beautiful kids? Would he leave his golden wife for his ex girlfriend and kids? Or would they decide to bury whatever they had and leave it that way?

Itinakwil si rena habang ipinagbubuntis nito ang kanyang magiging anak at tagapagmana ng mga Montalco.Ngunit hindi tanggap iyon ng ina ni harjie,at sa kasamaang palad ay mama's boy Ang napangasawa ni rena,kung kaya't lahat ng naisin o kagustuhan ng kanyang ina ay kanyang sinusunod.Ang nais ng Donya ay si Rhiana ang kanyang mapangasawa sa pag-aakalang kapantay nila ito ng estado sa buhay.Paano kung makaharap ng donya ang tunay niyang apo pero hindi niya iyon binigyan ng pansin. At darating ang fake na apo sa mansyon ng mga Montalco at magpapakilalang siya ang tunay na anak ni Harjie Montalco.At malalaman nalang ng Donya na hindi pala siya ang tunay na apo at siya rin ang dahilan nang pagiging lumpo ng donya.Paano tutuklasin ni ashley ang buo niyang pagkatao,kung ang sarili niyang ina ay ayaw narin niyang ipaalam ito sa kanya.

Matagal ng pinapantasya ni elena si IVAN MONTANEGRO isa sa pinakamayamang pamilya sa kanilang bayan.bata pa sila crush na niya si ivan..Subalit malayo ang kanilang antas sa buhay at hindi rin sia pinapansin nito..dahil sa mahirap lng ang pamilya nila.ang nanay nia ay kusinera ng pamilya Montanegro at ang tatay nia ay dito rin nagtatrabaho bilang magsasaka.May pag asa pa ba ang puso niya sa binata..,?makakaahon pa ba sila sa kahirapan..?

After three years with her lover, Lloyd Banks, the proud and powerful heir to the banks Empire, Nancy Drew gets the shock of her life when she discovers she is pregnant and the man tells her she was only a thing of pleasure and not fit to carry his child. Nancy begged to keep her child and begged to even be his secret Baby mama but he looked her straight in the eyes and told her the truth he had harbored for years. “The truth is, when I look at you, I don’t see the kind of woman fit to carry my child. Look, I don’t think I will ever see you as anything more than what you are right now, a thing for my pleasure.” Broken and dejected she escapes with her pregnancy and goes back to her father who kicks her out of the house with her unwanted pregnancy and she is forced to move to another country. When the government of the new country enforces a single child birth policy for new pregnancies, Nancy is forced to give up one of her children. Lloyd cried when he received a package that contained his son with a letter stating. [ I hope you find some warmth in your cold heart to care for our son.] The Cold hearted and Proud CEO vowed to find the mother of his child and make her his no matter what but he is unsuccessful for years. What happens when they meet years later and he learns that she actually gave birth to not just one but two children for him? Let’s go Find out in TWO FOR THE CEO.

One day, Fisya Jazira lost all her savings and the small apartment she had bought with great difficulty. What's even sadder is that all of this was the work of her lover—Dean Brasta. She, who was on the verge of despair, decided to commit suicide. However, just as she was about to do that, suddenly a call stopped Fisya's steps. The call 'Mama' came out of the mouth of the boy who was hugging her leg. That boy was Adnan Adzura, the son of a famous billionaire—Regan Adzura. It's not enough to stop there. Fisya is faced with many bodyguards pointing guns at her. Finally, a proud and handsome man approached her and confessed that Adnan was his son. Upon hearing that name, Fisya finds out that he is not a random man, but the CEO of a well-known company—Regan Adzura dan the man asked her to make an agreement to be a surrogate mother for his son for 1 year. Will Fisya agree to it?

I beg to differ that.", I sassed and got out of his grip ready to move out of the room when he pulled me by my elbow and the next second I was pushed on the visitor's chair. He trapped me completely by keeping his palms on the arms of the chair. "I tried to tell you patiently.", I scoffed at his words. Patience and he don't go in a single sentence. He gripped my chin making me look into his eyes."Now listen carefully Miss, I want you for my niece as her babysitter. Tell me how much you'll take and we can seal the deal." This time it was me who blinked once, twice and thrice. "But I don't want to work for you." See the reason was absolutely clear. I liked the kid since the moment I met her but I hated this man from the moment I gazed into his eyes. "How much?" I frowned."You really think your money can make everyone dance on your tips?" "1200 dollars a week." I rolled my eyes making him lean towards me." 1500?" "Make it 15000 and still I won't work for you.", I retorted and pushed him. I walked to the door and gave him one glance."Next time when you talk to me, make sure you keep all your richness aside. That's one thing that I never want to see you again, you self-centred CEO." "We shall see." . . . Brave but lonely. Passionate but sensitive. That's Arielle Summers. For everyone, Money, Assets and happiness may be supreme but to her, self-respect is prime. Cold and reckless. Commanding and ruthless. That was Nicolas Arnold. He only cared for his niece, his Mama and his friends. Love life didn't exist until- she came into the picture.

Late at night, when I think I'm alone, I feel his breath on the side of my face, and I know--he's watching me. Ever since I moved into this ancient mansion to take care of my sick aunt, I've been experiencing strange things. When I discover she has a boarder, a mysterious, sexy artist who lives on the third floor, I think some of that is explained. The bumps in the night. The whispers from the shadows. But once Dalton and I are properly introduced, the strange occurrences don't stop. If anything, they are amplified. When I close my eyes at night, it's his face I see. It's his hands I feel. It's his lips I taste. The more I get to know him, the more I realize I don't know him at all. Dalton's not the kind of man that buys a woman flowers and makes her feel all warm and fuzzy. No, he's the kind of man your mama would tell you to run from. Cold. Dangerous. Complex. And now that he wants me, I learn he is more than that. Possessive. Controlling. Diabolical. I should leave this place before it's too late, but I know I can't. Whatever it is that's sunk it's fangs into him, it has me, too. He has me, too. For better or worse. 'Til death... Whispers of the Devil is a dark romance which some readers may find disturbing. Proceed with caution.

Noah's Pov: "Ready ka na, iho?" tanong sa'kin ni mama nang makababa ako sa hagdanan ng bahay namin. "Uh..huh!" sagot ko agad. Isasama niya daw ako sa party ng kaibigan niya at ipapakilala ako sa mga kaibigan nito na matagal niya nang gustong gawin. Bihira lang kasi ako dito sa Pilipinas. Madalas ay pinagbabakasyon lang ako ni papa kaya ako narito sa Pilipinas. Kadarating pa lang namin sa party when i saw this girl, she had a very adorable and innocent look. I was only ten pero pakiramdam ko ay bumilis ang tibok ng puso ko pagkakita ko pa lamang sa kan'ya. "Karina Villafuerte," tawag ng isang batang babaeng nagbeso sa kan'ya. She had a distinctive and unique appearance even at a young age with her genuine smile and a playfull expression, which i found endearing. She's wearing a white long gown with a big ribbon on the back of her gown. She's like a princess with that flower crown on her hair. Nagpatiim-bagang ako nang makitang ngumiti siya sa batang lalakeng lumapit sa kan'ya. Tss! mas gwapo ako d'yan! I was about to walk away nang makaisip ng paraan para mapansin niya ako. Mabilis akong naglakad papunta sa likod niya. Patay malisya kong inapakan ang nakalaylay niyang gown na ikinalingon niya bigla. Damn! Did i hear a ripping sound? Lagot na! ang balak ko lang ay apakan ang gown niya para mapansin niya ako. Pero hindi ko gustong mapunit iyon. "Oh my God! What did you do?" halos mamutla ako sa tanong niya. Oh, great! You really did a great job! You've got her attention: now what? Akala ko ay hahampasin ako nito ngunit bigla na lang itong naupo sa harap ko at tahimik na umiyak.

[Matured content, no rape.] "Mama, Custard," Adrian said as he rushed towards me. Adrian Woods, my four years old son whom I was left to raise alone. "Darian," I called out, staring intently at him, "who gave you the right to touch him, and even call him your son?" He was back! The man I tried my best to run from, the man whom I did everything possible to stay away from, the one person who was happy seeing me in so much pain. Darian Woods was back, my divorced husband, the father of my child.

Ang ampon ng aking ama ay ikinulong lamang sa masikip na storage closet nang halos labinlimang minuto, ngunit tinalian niya ako at itinapon sa loob bilang parusa. Tinakpan pa niya ang ventilation gamit ang mga tuwalya. "Bilang nakatatandang kapatid ni Wendy, kung hindi mo siya kayang alagaan, marapat lamang na maranasan mo rin ang takot na naramdaman niya,” seryoso niyang sabi. Alam niyang may claustrophobia ako, ngunit ang aking mga desperadong pakiusap, ang aking matinding takot, ay sinagot lang ng malupit na sermon. "Magsilbi sana itong aral sayo para maging mabuting kapatid." Nang tuluyang lamunin ng kadiliman ang huling hibla ng liwanag, nakakaawa akong nagpumiglas. Isang linggo ang lumipas bago muling naalala ng aking ama na may anak pa siyang nakakulong at nagpasya siyang tapusin na ang aking parusa. "Sana'y naging magandang aral sa iyo ang isang linggong ito, Jennifer. Kung mangyayari pa ito muli, hindi ka na pwedeng manatili sa bahay na ito." Ngunit kailanman ay hindi niya malalaman na matagal ko nang nalanghap ang aking huling hininga sa nakakasulasok na silid na iyon. Sa kadiliman, unti-unti nang nabubulok ang aking katawan.