The Twins Of Baby

The Twisted Affection

Laurenestine Valencia, a 20-year-old nursing student in a Manila university is not caring much about others. But everything changes when she notices her professor, Zaiden Cairo Contreras, who has a captivating presence. Although she isn't usually interested in such things, Laurenestine becomes strangely obsessed with getting the professor's attention. Things take a surprising turn when Laurenestine discovers that her professor is engaged. In an unexpected move, Laurenestine tries to break up Zaiden's engagement. She transforms from a disinterested student into someone using desire and manipulation to get what she wants. But how will she face the situation upon realizing that she flirted with the wrong guy, not the professor?

Marrying My Best Friend Brother

"Shany, are you okay? Is there something wrong with you? Did Zack scare you?" aunt asked "My back hurts" I guess last night it was annoying "Ohh my honey my suspicion was right" said aunt then looked at uncle "Zack you need to marry Shany as soon as possible" tsh just marry? Huh? "Yes?" I screamed when I realized what Uncle said I'm getting married, I don't have a boyfriend after marriage "In case what happened to you is fruitful when you are married, there will be no problem" "What happened? What happened?" I will ask "I will marry her" Ali replied and I looked at him evilly "Please sweetie just marry my son this is for your good" aunt said gently "Please sister, you and brother are ok," Zai Zai said with his two palms still touching "Do you have anything to do with this?" I asked her seriously "Don't leave me, I don't know what Mommy will say," he answered "Can I talk to Ali for a moment" I stood up immediately and pulled him away "What, won't you object?" I said to him "They are my parents" he answered without emotion "How are you willing to marry someone you don't love?" He stared at me, I stared at him too, what is this staring contest? "You will marry me whether you like it or not" he turned his back on me "just zip your mouth I know you and Zaira have planned it, isn't this what you want" he left What does that mean? We? I don't want to, I don't want to marry someone who doesn't love me What on earth is happening before my sister has even given birth and then I will get married I want to scream that I don't want to but my voice doesn't seem to want to I came closer to her because it was my choice "Shany sweetie Zack and I have already talked about the engagement party next week, I want you to come with all the preparations" said aunt smiling

My First Love Cold Hearted

"What is this, Michael?" I asked him when he gave me an invitation card. Of course I know what it is but I want to ask him if what it is really for. "Invitation card, obviously. There's a big party and you have to go." He is stuck. He just rolled his eyeballs at me. I thought at that time that he had a surprise for me and that our relationship would be fixed just for our son Lenoah, but no. I attended a party just to get hurt too much. Because it was their engagement party. At first I thought Kalezy was just joking. I also know that Michael is her boyfriend but seeing me hurt face to face is what I couldn't handle. I had a quick breakdown. “W-We still haven't fixed our past problem, Michael. I kept your son from you for two years and even though I was hurt then that you let me go, I chose to introduce you to Lenoah as his father. I'm the first one who tried to fix our relationship but... I also suffered because you don't want me anymore. I know how much I wronged you before, Michael. I'm sorry but you gonna hurt me like this face to face? Michael, w-is it really gone? Don't you really love me anymore? Are you really giving up?” "A person's feelings change, Novy, and besides, it's been a long time," he said without emotion. I smiled bitterly. He's right. A person's feelings do change. "I understand. Sorry, if I'm too naughty. I'm sorry if I'm still trying to fix our relationship because I'm just thinking about our son," I said softly. "You planned to frame me up so I can get back to you, Novy. That's what I hate the most about what you did," he said coldly. "I'm sorry... I-I made a mistake..." I once let Michael go and it still hurt me too much. But I can handle it if I let him go a second time, right? I love Michael very much. But I know a different Michael now. The Michael I loved before and I was the only one he valued but now is gone. Another woman owns his heart and it's not me anymore. "S-Sorry... I promise you... I won't... I won't tease you anymore. B-I'll just visit Lenoah at your condo---" "We will also move to our subdivision." I quickly wiped my tears. It dripped one after another and my chest was tight. “In that case. S-We'll just meet outside," I said and sniffed even more. It's not just my tears, but also my cold. "I'll just give you a schedule." I nodded. "S-Alright, ah. I-I'll go first,” I said goodbye and because my knee was getting soft I almost lost my balance. He quickly grabbed my elbow to support me but I immediately pulled my hand back. "I'm fine..." I said and raised my hand and started walking. “New...” When I got out of the hotel, I just laughed so hard. Even the weather seems to be keeping up with my disappointment and sadness. It is raining heavily and the wind is also very cold. My tears are also pouring and it really doesn't stop. "New! Are you insane?!” my cousin Devillaine yelled at me. When he saw me walking and making it rain. "New!" “H-Leave me alone, Devi. I-I just want to... get wet in the rain.” "You are really crazy! You know you get a fever easily when you get wet in the rain!” He shouted at me while pulling my arm but I struggled. "I told you to let me go!" “New...” "N-I'm in pain, Devi... I-I just want... to forget even for a moment." "Then I will take you to the bar. I'll go get drunk with you if you want. Don't do this, Novy...” he said and just hugged me. I just cried on his shoulder. *** The news about their engagement party was hot and even though Michael and Kalezy were not engaged then he always went to the gym where the tennis players practiced. He does the same to me. He will watch our practice, even if it takes him an hour, he doesn't get bored waiting for me, but now... He's watching a different girl. Because I got wet from the rain last night, I did have a fever, but I also went in because we had practice. Our competition was coming up again but when our coach noticed that I was not myself, he gave me a break. I'm still wrapped in my varsity jacket and I'm really cold. "New! Your pogi boyfriend is looking for you. Cry without seeing you!” my tennis player friend also told me. Even though I was sick, I still smiled. Because I know who he is referring to as my boyfriend. It's my son. The net was blocking between us but that was often the scene between the two of us. He was holding it so I knelt down so that I could face his face. His eyes and nose were red. "Hi. Are you looking for me, babe?” I asked him and he snorted. “M-Mommy...” "Why is my boyfriend crying?" I asked him softly and he was about to touch both of my cheeks when I avoided it. "Your girlfriend is sick, babe. Kisses, hugs and touches are not allowed because Mommy's trying baby might get infected." "I just miss my girlfriend," he said and chuckled softly. "I miss you too, my baby." "You're close, Mommy. You will transfer your fever to me and then I will transfer it to Daddy." “Oh. You're with your girlfriend's rival again, hmm?” "Mommy..." "I love you,

Billionaire's Secret Affair

I'm at my new friend Jaelly's house today and I'm sitting on the couch. She left me for a while to get a snack. But there's someone who pulled my skirt. I didn't notice it at first but it kept dragging so I've got it upside down. My eyes widened when I saw her. A little girl who is so pretty, curly hair and greasy eyelashes. Then her eyes were gray, innocent and pure. Her nose is pointed, her cheeks and lips are all red. “Oh, hello. You're such a beautiful kid!” I said astonishingly and out of excitement I picked her up to sit her on my lap. I kissed her on the cheek and hugged her tightly. I felt his head leaning against my chest. She smells so good. I untied to see her reaction and what a cutie! His eyes are closed and it seems he is immediately comfortable with me. “Oh, Dad!” he shouted suddenly and pulled my sleeves again. Her lips, she pointed somewhere. "Dada... Hmm, up Dada," she said. "Are you looking for your Dada? Let's go then," I said and picked him up. I saw the sparkle in his eyes and he smiled sweetly at me. “Mommy?” “Oh, little cutie. I'm not your Mom," I said and she snorted. "Okay..." So obedient. He was not a demanding child and did not even cry. "Are you Jaelly's younger brother? What's your name, sweetie?” I asked her but she didn't reply. When we finally got to the stairs, he let me down so that's what I did. He grabbed my two fingers and pulled me again. I chuckled softly and just let him go. He pointed to the door. "Open," he said. Her voice is naturally soft and gentle. I opened it because he wanted me to do it and I just laughed softly because he pulled me in too. His small hands were pointing at something again, accompanied by his snoring, so I followed that with my eyes. My heart beat even faster when I saw a man lying on a big bed. It doesn't have a top, it's like it's shivering in the cold? The girl got on the bed, I was supporting her so she wouldn't fall and enter the man's blanket. I was worried about what it would do. "Dada... Dada..." the girl called softly. "H-Hon... G-Get out, please... M-My fever is Dada... C-Call your Tita Ly," he said softly, his voice also hoarse but still snuggled up to her side the child. He hugged her left arm and leg. He even kissed her cheek. "Hon..." "Dada, wake up... Mommy is here..." she whispered and glanced at me. Eh? I'm not his Mommy. He just brought me here. Wait... Dada? Is this man her father? Aunt Ly? So, are they father and son? But who is this man then? Jaelly's older brother? “Hon... Go... C-Call your Aunt Ly...” "Mommy is here, Dada... She's here!" he insisted and beckoned to me as if he wanted me to come to him. A-I don't want to! He's just a kid! Even though he's cute, I don't want to follow him because his daddy is the one in bed. Maybe his Mommy will catch me here and wonder why I'm here. "Uhm..." I walked towards the door hoping to leave but he suddenly shouted. "Mommy!" "I'm not your Mom!" I also shouted back at him so the man woke up completely. My eyes widened when I saw his stony body. Because he did get up. He looked at me without emotion. My heartbeat suddenly accelerated when our eyes met. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice cold as ice. "It's my Mommy, Dada... Mommy, come here..." I shook my head. "I-I'm not your Mom..." I said but before I could turn the doorknob, my hair stood on end when someone hugged me from behind. My eyes widened when he suddenly picked me up. I was so shocked that I couldn't even protest. I only realized one thing. I was lying on the bed and he hugged me tightly and the child was still very happy. God! What the hell?! Why is he acting so fast?! Is he a vampire?

Beg To Be Lover

"You didn't remember your name, little kitten?" the man with hazel eyes asked me that. I was lying on the bed and he was leaning on me so I could clearly see his beautiful features. His face is also close to mine. He had a square face that fit his undercut hair with a mix blonde and black color. His beautiful hazel eyes are so cold and blank. His long pointy nose, and his naturally reddish lips that are partly a bit. He's such a beautiful man but he doesn't have any facial expression, an emotionless guy. However, I can still feel my heart beating fast and his dark aura still gives me shivers. "Answer me, kitten," he complained that his voice was cold as ice but very husky. I close my eyes when I feel his gentle caressing my cheek. I feel an electric voltage coming from his hot palm. I was flattered when I remembered something. He is... This guy looks like... "Xenus..." I uttered his name and for the first time, I could read his emotions, shocked. "How about your name, hmm?" he asked me again. I shook my head because I can't even remember my name. How come that I forgot the most important things in my life? My name...and a blank memories... “You are Cashren Jhed Lindbergh, the beloved wife of Xenus Maicodel Levanna-Lindbergh. My kitten, you just woke up today after the comatose state. Welcome home, love,” he whispered as he sealed me with a kiss. But he's fake... He told me that we are married. That we both got married because we love each other. I trusted too much because I believed that he was my husband even though I only remember a few things about him. But as the days pass and the year draws to a close, I gradually remember my past that he intended not to remind me of. He just used me...he just made me a...judgment... He also made me believe that he loved me very much but that was not the truth for the past four years. He's been in love with someone else and that's what I can't accept too much. He lied to me... I gave my trust and myself to him because I thought he was real but he wasn't. When I woke up from comatose, and after my therapy... She got me pregnant right away. We gave birth to twins but while he was missing from the mansion, he went to see his woman and that woman was legally adaptive to my children. Xenus meant it, because he was a heartless. I fell to the floor because I felt intense pain in my senses again. I've been suffering from my migraine but he didn't even know my situation. "Jhed!" I was relieved when I heard his voice and I immediately felt his presence enveloping me. He grabbed my arm but I quickly struggled. "Don't touch me!" I hissed him. "What... What happened?" he asked me worriedly. Even though I really see that I will not affect him anymore. “My love...” “Stop calling me that, Lindbergh. I'm not your love. It's Margaret," I said emphatically and he cupped my face. I hit his shoulder only for him to let me go. "Jhed, you're my love... I love you," he said and firmly kissed my senses but I hit his chest. “Stop! I don't want... I don't want to be with you anymore because I'm not you... You're not my real wife! I will still be back. I will return to where I came from...” "You... You're going to leave me, us?" How about them, our kids, Jhed?” he asked me. “Even if I wanted to include them...you know that's not possible! Because I am not their legal mother, even though I am the twins' biological mother! You are so... You are so heartless, Lindbergh... That's why stop pretending that you cared for me!” "That's not true, love..." "I'm leaving. You will take care of them. After all...the girl you love is already there," I said calmly and gathered all my strength to push her away from me. I stood up and walked towards the door. I can't be with the man who cheated on me anymore, no matter how much I love him, it's still irrelevant. He hurt me too much. "You're not going somewhere, my kitten," he said coldly and I was even more shocked when he quickly faced me. He effortlessly slung me over his shoulder and threw me on our bed. I was about to get up but he quickly passed me. My eyes widened when he tore my dress and planted a firm kiss on my lips, covering my left breast with one of his palms. My tears immediately flowed because of what I thought he would do to me. “Stop it... Stop doing this, Xenus!” I shouted and tried to move my face away from him. He ignored me. He quickly removed his necktie and tied it around both of my wrists, which were above my head. "My love... You can't go... You can't leave me like this... You know that I'm in love with you... You are mine... Mine, alone... I'm the only one...I'm the only one you should know as your husband..." he said coldly but there was tenderness in it. There is still tenderness in his voice. What he told me today was true but I tried to ignore it. "This is... Stop it, Xenus..." I warned him. He separated both my legs and because he had given me his full weight I could not move anymore. I don't have the

Loving You Is Painful

I'm walking now with Cheska, we're heading to Zach's office now, I'm going to bring him lunch I know he's as hungry as he is. When we were in front of his office, I was very surprised when it suddenly opened and Zach spat out, who was looking at him indifferently. "For you". I said with the big sweaty smile. But suddenly Zach didn't have that smile when he looked at me, I looked at him with tears forming in my eyes, He gave me a cold look and said "I don't like you and even your foods so pls stop bothering me" and left. I was brought back to reality when Cheska shook me, who was also shocked by what had happened "oh Are you ok Yannieee?" she asked. I just smiled at her as a yes. Cheska took my hand and said "Let's go I'll treat you to cheer you up". A lot of people were looking at us and I just noticed, I saw the eyes of the students full of pity. Why did you just love me like that? Is it bad to love? or I just don't really accept it, but why?.

The Scars She Hid From The World

The heavy iron gates of the Wilderness Correction Camp groaned as they released me after three years of state-sponsored hell. I stood on the dirt road, clutching a plastic bag that held my entire life, waiting for the family that claimed they sent me there for "rehab." My brother, Brady, picked me up in a luxury SUV only to throw me out onto a deserted highway in the middle of a brewing storm. He told me I was a "public relations nightmare" and that the rain might finally wash the "stink" of the camp off me. He drove away, leaving me to limp miles through the mud on a snapped ankle. When I finally dragged myself to our family estate, my mother didn't offer a hug; she gasped in horror because my muddy clothes were ruining her Italian marble. They didn't give me my old room back. Instead, they banished me to a moldy gardener’s shack and hired a "babysitter" to make sure I didn't embarrass them further. My sister, Kaleigh, stood there in white cashmere, pretending to cry while clinging to her fiancé, Ambrose—the man who had once been mine. They all treated me like a volatile junkie, refusing to acknowledge that Kaleigh was the one who planted the drugs in my bag three years ago. They wanted to believe I was broken so they wouldn't have to feel guilty about the "wellness retreat" that was actually a torture chamber. I sat in the dark of that shed, feeling the cooling gel on the cigarette burns that covered my arms, and realized they had made a fatal mistake. They thought they had erased me, but I had returned with a roadmap of scars and a hidden satellite phone. At dinner, I didn't beg for their love. I simply rolled up my sleeves and showed them the price of their silence. As the wine spilled and the lies crumbled, I sent a single text to the only person I trusted: "I'm in. Let them simmer." The hunt was finally on.

He Chose First Love, I Chose the Alpha King

I gave him three years of silent devotion behind a mask I never wanted to wear. I made a wager for our bond-he paid me off like a mistress. "Chloe's back," Zane said coldly. "It's over." I laughed, poured wine on his face, and walked away from the only love I'd ever known. "What now?" my best friend asked. I smiled. "The real me returns." But fate wasn't finished yet. That same night, Caesar Conrad-the Alpha every wolf feared-opened his car door and whispered, "Get in." Our gazes collided. The bond awakened. No games. No pretending. Just raw, unstoppable power. "Don't regret this," he warned, lips brushing mine. But I didn't. Because the mate I'd been chasing never saw me. And the one who did? He's ready to burn the world for me.

Pregnant and Divorced: I Hid His Heir

Vivian clutched her Hermès bag, her doctor's words echoing: "Extremely high-risk pregnancy." She hoped the baby would save her cold marriage, but Julian wasn't in London as his schedule claimed. Instead, a paparazzi photo revealed his early return-with a blonde woman, not his wife, at the private airport exit. The next morning, Julian served divorce papers, callously ending their "duty" marriage for his ex, Serena. A horrifying contract clause gave him the right to terminate her pregnancy or seize their child. Humiliated, demoted, and forced to fake an ulcer, Vivian watched him parade his affair, openly discarding her while celebrating Serena. This was a calculated erasure, not heartbreak. He cared only for his image, confirming he would "handle" the baby himself. A primal rage ignited her. "Just us," she whispered to her stomach, vowing to sign the divorce on her terms, keep her secret safe, and walk away from Sterling Corp for good, ready to protect her child alone.

Brilliance Unmasked: The Cold-Blooded Tycoon Wants His Vengeful Queen

Arabella, a state-trained prodigy, won freedom after seven brutal years. Back home, she found her aunt basking in her late parents' mansion while her twin sister scrounged for scraps. Fury ignited her genius. She gutted the aunt's business overnight and enrolled in her sister's school, crushing the bullies. When cynics sneered at her "plain background," a prestigious family claimed her and the national lab hailed her. Reporters swarmed, influencers swooned, and jealous rivals watched their fortunes crumble. Even Asher-the rumored ruthless magnate-softened, murmuring, "Fixed your mess-now be mine."

Marrying My Runaway Groom's Powerful Father

I was sitting in the Presidential Suite of The Pierre, wearing a Vera Wang gown worth more than most people earn in a decade. It was supposed to be the wedding of the century, the final move to merge two of Manhattan's most powerful empires. Then my phone buzzed. It was an Instagram Story from my fiancé, Jameson. He was at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris with a caption that read: "Fuck the chains. Chasing freedom." He hadn't just gotten cold feet; he had abandoned me at the altar to run across the world. My father didn't come in to comfort me. He burst through the door roaring about a lost acquisition deal, telling me the Holland Group would strip our family for parts if the ceremony didn't happen by noon. My stepmother wailed about us becoming the laughingstock of the Upper East Side. The Holland PR director even suggested I fake a "panic attack" to make myself look weak and sympathetic to save their stock price. Then Jameson’s sleazy cousin, Pierce, walked in with a lopsided grin, offering to "step in" and marry me just to get his hands on my assets. I looked at them and realized I wasn't a daughter or a bride to anyone in that room. I was a failed asset, a bouncing check, a girl whose own father told her to go to Paris and "beg" the man who had just publicly humiliated her. The girl who wanted to be loved died in that mirror. I realized that if I was going to be sold to save a merger, I was going to sell myself to the one who actually controlled the money. I marched past my parents and walked straight into the VIP holding room. I looked the most powerful man in the room—Jameson’s cold, ruthless uncle, Fletcher Holland—dead in the eye and threw the iPad on the table. "Jameson is gone," I said, my voice as hard as stone. "Marry me instead."

No Longer Mrs. Cooley: The Architect's Return

I went to the City Clerk’s office for a routine copy of my marriage license to finalize a trust fund audit. I expected a simple piece of paper, but the clerk’s pitying look told me my entire life was a lie. "The license was never finalized, Ms. Oliver. In the eyes of the state, you are single." The three-hundred-guest wedding at the Plaza and the Vogue features meant nothing. My husband, Gray Cooley, had intentionally filed the documents with a "procedural defect" so he could discard me without a legal divorce. Moments later, an iCloud invite titled "Our Little Secret" popped up on my screen. It was a photo of my best friend, Brylee, holding a positive pregnancy test at our Hamptons estate. Gray’s text to her was the final blow: "Happy anniversary, babe. This baby is the best gift. Once the trust unlocks today, we’re done with the charade." I soon discovered they were even stealing my career, reassigning my architectural masterpiece to Brylee while preparing my eviction notice. Gray's mother called me a "barren mule" in a leaked recording, mocking the infertility I suffered after saving Gray’s life in a construction accident. I wasn't a wife; I was a three-year placeholder used to secure his inheritance. How could the man I bled for treat me like a disposable prop? How could my best friend carry his child while pretending to comfort me through my darkest moments? The betrayal burned until it turned into a cold, hard stone of fury. I didn't cry. Instead, I walked into the penthouse of the Barretts, the Cooleys' most powerful rivals. I signed a marriage contract with Kane Barrett, the man the tabloids called the "Beast of Wall Street." "I want a wedding," I told his father, my voice steady and lethal. "Bigger than the one I had with Gray." If they wanted me gone, they would have to watch me become the woman who owns their world.