Single Mom

Emely was raising her two children, each from different fathers, and besides their mother, the only thing her children have in common is that their fathers don’t know they exist. But Emely has fallen ill, and being alone in life with her also sick father, she has no choice but to look for her children’s fathers.

Lucas Napolitano is a cold man who is sure that by finding his nephew Biel, the son of his late brother, he will be able to gain custody of the child. Biel was raised by Mariana, the sister of his deceased sister-in-law. Lucas confronted her, ready to fight for the boy, but instead, he met a humble girl who taught him to move forward, forgive himself, and love at a moment no one saw coming. An unexpected moment, a story of love, forgiveness, and new beginnings.

Julio César Betancourt holds one of the highest positions in a multi-company consortium. He's a solitary and reserved man, with few friends, the kind who doesn't let just anyone get close. One night at a corporate gathering, after learning he won't be promoted to the position he's been hoping for, he drinks too much and ends up entangled with the receptionist, a humble young woman working hard to pay for her studies—plans that will be derailed by the consequences of a passionate night with the company's second-in-command. She's not the woman he would have chosen to take to bed. He's not the charming prince she thought he was. Life will bind them together with a bond neither of them will want to break.

Mariano Capdevila is a mysterious casino mogul with a questionable reputation. When he meets Natalia, a sweet ballet dancer drawn to his power and sensuality, he’s instantly captivated by her beauty. Everyone says they shouldn’t be together—but their mutual attraction proves stronger than reason. After a brief, forbidden romance, Natalia becomes pregnant and, terrified of the consequences, flees to London. Years later, she must return home for her brother’s wedding. A reunion seems inevitable… and a long-buried secret is about to surface.

The day that was supposed to be the happiest of her life became her worst nightmare. Dressed in her wedding gown, her heart racing with hope, she waited for him at the altar… but he never arrived. Instead, she received a cold message that shattered her world: he no longer loved her and was in love with someone else. Humiliated, alone, and with a secret growing in her womb, she had to rebuild her life from the ashes. Years later, necessity pushes her to accept a job that could save her—without imagining how cruel fate can be. Her new boss is the man who abandoned her, her first love… and the father of the son he never knew existed. The worst part isn’t having him close. The worst part is that he acts as if he doesn’t know her. Because some betrayals are never forgiven.

He confessed his love to me. He said he wanted to build a family with me and raise children together. He promised we'd escape somewhere far away and start a new life — as far as possible from everyone who wanted to tear us apart. And I believed him. I worshipped him and thought he was the best man in the world. Then he vanished from my life, leaving me in despair... and pregnant with his child.

"So — a single mother," Tarnavskyi says, looking at her with open mockery, with unmistakable condescension. "I don't recall you mentioning that particular detail." "Sorry, but people don't usually show up to speed dating carrying placards. Next time, though, I'll be sure to make one." She wants to run to the ends of the earth from a man who sees a woman with a child as damaged goods. And at the same time, to beg him to give her a chance — because she needs this job like she needs air. "And on top of that, an incompetent doctor. Give me one reason why I should keep you in my department. This is not a charity."

I killed my own father when he took away my only reason to live. Along with my beloved, I buried myself, turning into a soulless code that guards the secrets of the country's most dangerous mafia clan. For six years, I felt nothing. Until she appeared on my screen—Anna Zarytska. The sinful daughter of my enemy. A spoiled princess turned into a broken doll in the hands of a sadist. One look into her eyes makes my dead pulse race. Who is she really—just another fake, or a lost soul begging for help? And am I, a killer with an ice-cold heart, ready to burn the world down once more to save a sinner who reminds me of a lost paradise?

“You're playing with fire now, girl!” Yarosh grabs my arm above the elbow and pulls me towards him. “I can destroy you in a split second.” “No doubt about it! That's the only way people like you operate!” I scream at him. Then why didn't you, being so rich, take Zlata from me right away? Do you even know how hard it is for children to survive in orphanages? Daniel is silent, just looking at me with a murderous look. “This is not the time or place to discuss this,” he replies coldly, "My men will come here tomorrow morning and take Zlata away. I give you the right to go with her. You will stay with her until I prove my paternity, and then you will relinquish custody.

— You have to tell Vlad the truth, — the younger sister said instructively, drawing out the words. — He needs to know that he has a daughter growing up. He's a famous swimmer, he definitely doesn't have money problems, he'll help… — Maybe he was able to reach such heights in his career because I hid my pregnancy seven years ago? Once, Vlad was ready to give up everything for our love. But he wasn't ready for me to destroy him morally and leave him, lying cowardly. Our feelings are long in the past, but could our shared daughter change that?

Alana Davis is only 24 when her world falls apart with a single test: she’s pregnant. What should’ve been a joyful moment turns into a nightmare when the baby’s father—a powerful, successful, and emotionally unavailable man—makes one thing crystal clear: he doesn’t want children. His solution? Get rid of it or walk away. But Alana doesn’t hesitate. She’s going to be a mother. With him… or without him.

Arina had no time for relationships. After her life was split into two, she vowed to be strong. But she did not know what fate had in store for her. Will she still be able to withstand the pressure of problems and not break down? On the day of his only brother's wedding, Maxim broke up with his bride. In order to take revenge and let off steam, he found himself a victim for the night. But could he have imagined the consequences of this rash act? Apparently not...

To save my husband, I agreed to play fiancée to a millionaire — for a price. Now the contract is over, but he won’t let me go. Even my son seems to adore him. The problem? I’m still married… “Go ahead, call them!” I snap. “You've got time — let the cops sort out who bought the car and who ignored the rules. Guess who'll pay the fine?” My foot twitches on the gas. If he really calls the police, I have no idea what I’ll do. “I will,” he shrugs, pulling out his phone, grinning like he’s already won. Screw this. “Screw you, jerk!” I shout — and do something I swore I never would. I flee the scene of the accident.

When Rosalie Ralston passes away, she leaves her fortune to her granddaughter, Mara, but only if she gets married within the next six months. The family lawyer contacts several marriage agencies, but they all reject the case. All except one. Nicholas Leighton, the perfectionist director of Perfect Match, accepts the challenge. What begins as a professional mission turns into a nightmare when Nicholas travels to the remote village of Dunmore Hills and meets Mara: unkempt, rude, unfiltered, and a single mother of three little devils. No one in their right mind would want to marry her. No one, except perhaps the one man who has sworn never to fall in love with a client.

I fell in love for the first and only time when I was twenty-three. And for twelve damn years, I kept it hidden, torturing myself as I watched her being happy… with my best friend. She was happy — until his life was suddenly cut short. Now his family is my responsibility. But she’s still off-limits. Untouchable. Taboo. But what happens when one day… I can’t fight it anymore? And what if she responds to my weakness? There are only two ways this ends: with everything finally breaking apart — or with a second chance. For both of us. But how do I silence my own conscience… And how does she let me into her heart?

Moving to the capital, I thought I was about to start a new life. But everything goes completely sideways when one day I’m asked to step into the men’s lounge after the salon has closed — because the client is very important. Handsome. Arrogant. And pisses me off just by existing. I know his type all too well. And as if the universe itself is mocking me, I cross paths with this hysterical jerk again — the very man who just cost me my job. To make it even worse, thanks to a ridiculous coincidence, his mother now thinks I’m… his fiancée! And guess what? He offers me a deal: pretend to be his girlfriend for a while, and he’ll help me get my job back. Yeah, right. That’s pure blackmail. But I have no choice. And he’s going to regret this. Because he asked for it.

Eight years ago, I was dating a wonderful guy, but our romance didn’t last long, and our paths eventually parted. And now I’ve met him again, and the feelings are coming back, my chest tightening with excitement. After all, we have three wonderful children growing up — children he knows nothing about.

- Why’d you call me? Keep it short and to the point. - If you want it short, - I pause, staring at the man’s indifferent face, - I’m pregnant. It’s definitely yours, so don’t go looking for someone else to blame. - So what are you going to do? - he asks, flustered, not like himself at all. - I wanted to ask you what we’re going to do, - I lean forward. - It’s your kid, so this problem concerns both of us. - Get rid of the problem, that’s all, - he snaps, piercing me with a cold stare. - You know as well as I do that it’s not what either of us needs right now. I’ve got my career, you’ve got your studies. And we’re not even together anymore to keep this pregnancy. It’d be stupid to get back together just for a kid.

We both inherited the house, and currently, neither of us has anywhere else to live. The problem? We’ve loathed each other since childhood. How will a single father and a single mother ever get along? "Why on earth should I tell you anything?" I snap at him. "This is my house; I have every right to be here. And I plan to live here with my son. Without reporting my every move to some Martyniuk." "Well, your plan doesn't work for me," Yaryk says. Of course it doesn't. Even as a kid, he wasn't exactly known for being accommodating. So why would he start being kind now?

He didn’t want anything to distract him from his passion. He was clear about that: it was only pleasure, but I couldn’t help falling in love despite who he was. I hid it so well that he ended up just like me, asking me to be his wife. Until that night at the bachelor party, when, trying to surprise him, I saw him with another woman. I said nothing; I waited patiently for my revenge. On our wedding day, I humiliated him, wounded his pride by refusing to accept him as my husband. Two months later, I discovered I was expecting his daughter—a daughter he would never know about until the truth that separated us came to light. Now he can’t stand the sight of me. That hurts, but not as much as not knowing how to tell him he is a father, that the little girl who calls him “Daddy,” and whom