Single Mom

— 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.

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.

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

Four years ago, because of him, my family fell apart, and he destroyed the future I had so diligently planned. Now, I’m furious with him, can’t stand him, and have no desire whatsoever to see him. But I have to deal with him because, as it turns out, my future depends on it. Again.

"Yeva," he drawls my name painfully. "What are you doing here?" I snap, irritated, and unable to hold back, I turn around sharply. "I have to be here. I’m the owner of the gallery." The news shocks me, but I try to stay composed and not show it. "Really?" I say dryly. "I didn’t know." "You have no idea how surprised I was when I found out you were among the other artists," he says, relaxing and giving a friendly smile. "Don’t talk to me like we’re old friends," I retort, annoyed at his smug expression. "You betrayed me. You abandoned me." His smile fades, and his face pales. "I’m sorry for what I did," he starts to explain. "There was a good reason for it." "I don’t even want to hear it," I hiss angrily. "Your actions have no excuse. You didn’t even call—just sent a message."

Evan wanted to surprise his girlfriend with a marriage proposal on an ordinary night—only to be blindsided when he found her in bed with another man. A year later, a chance arises to acquire a bankrupt advertising agency, and without hesitation, he seizes the opportunity. He walks into the office full of arrogance, already feeling like the boss. But a knock on the door pulls him out of his thoughts. He welcomes in the person behind it—never expecting it to be her, the woman who once shattered his heart. And now… she’s his new personal assistant. Will Evan be able to build a professional relationship with the woman who hurt him so deeply? Or will he listen to the resentment that still lingers in his heart and tell her: Get out of my life?

One night changed everything. A single, stolen moment that neither of them could forget—no matter how much time had passed. Years later, fate brings them face to face again. But this time… he’s engaged. To her closest friend. The connection between them still burns, buried but not broken. And she carries a secret that could shatter the fragile world they've both built. Will she risk everything for the truth— or stay silent, and lose him forever?

I freeze at the intercom when I see my neighbor standing there. What the hell does he want now? Has he decided to ruin my nerves again? I press the button and, without even greeting him, say coldly: — I’m listening. — Good afternoon! — he replies раздражено, then adds in a commanding tone: — Please come outside. I take a deep breath and ask sharply: — Why? What exactly am I supposed to do out there? — I need to show you something, — hisses my attractive yet unbelievably annoying neighbor. — Show it through the camera, — I say, crossing my arms. — I physically can’t do that. So come outside… — I’m not going anywhere… — Fine, your choice. Then I’ll call the police…

Yevheniia stayed with her daughter in an almost deserted settlement. While those who remained didn’t rush to leave, she held on until the very end as well. But one day she was forced to abandon everything — her home, the work she loved, the life she once knew. Grabbing her daughter and only the essentials, she set off on a long journey — to a place where it was quieter, where she could sleep peacefully without flinching at every sound. She managed to find a new place, but not a home. Because surviving among strangers is a different kind of battle. Here, she is an outsider. And around her are tired, closed-off people, each carrying their own pain: someone lonely, someone who hasn’t heard a familiar voice in a long time, someone who has lost more than they ever thought possible…

Dayana is a girl who is used to keeping her distance from men. Karim is a charismatic and dangerous millionaire who only needs one look to spark a flame. A chance encounter at someone else’s party will bring them together. Passion will ignite before they even have time to think about the consequences. But the morning will bring new rules to the game, and life itself will set its own terms. Will they have the strength to choose with their hearts? Wild temptation… Forbidden desire… And a fate decided by a single night. One touch. Dizzying passion. No promises—only temptation powerful enough to divide life into “before” and “after.”

This story is told in the first person — like a heartfelt conversation with a friend in the kitchen, wrapped in a blanket, with a cup of tea in your hands: honest, warm, and deeply personal. Together with the heroine, you will go through betrayal, loss, self-doubt, loneliness, struggle, a new job, weight loss, the first steps toward self-discovery, a romance, doubts, hope — and those simple, happy mornings when waking up is no longer frightening. This is more than just a story. It is a journey back to yourself — one that echoes in every heart.