500 Dramas Related to the world treat me kindly

I married Don Matteo in secret. Every time he fucked his childhood sweetheart, he promised me a real wedding，in front of the Five Families. For five years, Matteo promised me ninety-nine times. And ninety-nine times, he left me at the altar. The first time, Cecilia’s prize-winning show cat died. To comfort her, he postponed the wedding for three months. I stood at the altar alone, eyes red, trying to calm down the family elders. The second time, Cecilia threw a tantrum at a casino and shattered a hundred-million-dollar antique vase. He diverted the private jet meant for their wedding and rushed through the night to clean up her mess. And every time, right before our wedding, his childhood sweetheart would have some kind of emergency. I cried. I screamed. I even held a gun to his head. But Matteo would just pin me against the wall and shut me up with a cold, hard kiss. “She’s just a fuck. You are Mrs. Falcone. Have some goddamn class.” After the ninety-ninth time, I was finally done. I slid the papers across the table. The ink was still wet, the Falcone family seal stamped at the bottom. “Our marriage, our alliance—it’s over.”

My younger sister, Sophie Sawyer, got pregnant before marriage, gave birth to a baby boy in a small clinic, and then disappeared. The doctor used the address she left behind to find my family and handed the child to me. My parents knelt and begged me to raise him, and that was how I, an unmarried young woman, struggled through life with a child on my hip. When I finally managed to raise him, Sophie came back, standing beside a big-shot boss dripping in gold. She held her son and cried, accusing me of being jealous of her, stealing her child, and tearing them apart. My nephew cut ties with me without hesitation, choosing her over me. My parents kicked me out of the house. The neighbors all condemned me. In despair, I jumped to my death. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Sophie gave birth.

The moms at the company post about me online, claiming the free daycare I provide for their kids is a "prison" and a vile tactic to force them to work overtime. What they don't know is that the daycare was set up with imported equipment and staffed by internationally trained professionals. It costs nearly eight thousand dollars a month per child to operate. The internet curses me out, calling me a show-off and disgusting capitalist. So I grit my teeth and send out a company-wide announcement. "To support everyone's desire to handle their own childcare, the company has decided to close the free daycare program. Effective immediately, it will be replaced with a childcare benefit. Eligible mothers will receive 200 dollars a month." As soon as the notice goes out, the moms panic. They crowd outside my office, begging me not to shut it down.

At nine months pregnant, I was in the final stretch of my term, and my body heavy with a baby due any day. But my husband, Vito Falcone, underboss of the family, had locked me away. He held me in a sterile underground medical room and injected me with a labor suppressant. As I screamed in agony, he coldly told me to endure it. Because his brother's widow, Scarlett, was expected to go into labor at the exact same time. A blood oath he'd made with his late brother declared that the firstborn son would inherit the family's lucrative West Coast territory. "That inheritance belongs to Scarlett's child," he said. "With Daemon gone, she is utterly alone and destitute. You have my love, Alessia. All of it. I just need her to deliver safely. Then it's your turn." The drug was a constant, agonizing torment. I begged him to take me to a hospital. He grabbed me by the throat, forcing me to meet his icy gaze. "Stop the act! I know you're fine. You’re just trying to steal the inheritance." "To get ahead of Scarlett, you'll stop at nothing." My face was ashen. My body convulsed as I managed a desperate whisper. "The baby's coming. I don't care about the inheritance. I just love you, and I want our child to be born safely!" He sneered. "If you were really that innocent, if you had an ounce of love for me, you wouldn't have forced Scarlett to sign that prenup, waiving her child's inheritance rights." "Don't worry, I'll be back for you after she's given birth. you're carrying my own flesh and blood, after all." He kept a vigil outside Scarlett's delivery room all night. It was only after seeing the newborn in her arms that he remembered me. He finally sent his second in command, Marco, to release me. But when Marco finally called, his voice was shaking. "Boss... the missus and the baby... they're gone." In that moment, Vito Falcone shattered.

At nine months pregnant, I was in the final stretch of my term, and my body heavy with a baby due any day. But my husband, Vito Falcone, underboss of the family, had locked me away. He held me in a sterile underground medical room and injected me with a labor suppressant. As I screamed in agony, he coldly told me to endure it. Because his brother's widow, Scarlett, was expected to go into labor at the exact same time. A blood oath he'd made with his late brother declared that the firstborn son would inherit the family's lucrative West Coast territory. "That inheritance belongs to Scarlett's child," he said. "With Daemon gone, she is utterly alone and destitute. You have my love, Alessia. All of it. I just need her to deliver safely. Then it's your turn." The drug was a constant, agonizing torment. I begged him to take me to a hospital. He grabbed me by the throat, forcing me to meet his icy gaze. "Stop the act! I know you're fine. You’re just trying to steal the inheritance." "To get ahead of Scarlett, you'll stop at nothing." My face was ashen. My body convulsed as I managed a desperate whisper. "The baby's coming. I don't care about the inheritance. I just love you, and I want our child to be born safely!" He sneered. "If you were really that innocent, if you had an ounce of love for me, you wouldn't have forced Scarlett to sign that prenup, waiving her child's inheritance rights." "Don't worry, I'll be back for you after she's given birth. you're carrying my own flesh and blood, after all." He kept a vigil outside Scarlett's delivery room all night. It was only after seeing the newborn in her arms that he remembered me. He finally sent his second in command, Marco, to release me. But when Marco finally called, his voice was shaking. "Boss... the missus and the baby... they're gone." In that moment, Vito Falcone shattered

Meus pais já me mimaram como uma princesa, compraram uma casa grande pra mim, enfrentaram chuva pra comprar bolo, e encheram álbuns com os meus sorrisos antes dos cinco anos. Depois que a irmã nasceu, eu só baixei o ar-condicionado em um grau pra aliviar a febre dela... e minha mãe me deu um tapa e me trancou na geladeira: "Só sai quando aprender”. Eles esqueceram que a porta tinha uma trava reforçada. Com cinco anos, eu não conseguia abrir, e também não conseguia escapar do abandono deles. A mãe da Tatiane e a administração do condomínio arrombaram a porta e me salvaram. Meus pais acharam que eu tinha morrido. Quando me viram de volta, desabaram em lágrimas e pediram perdão. Eu só balancei a cabeça. O frio da minha infância já tinha virado um muro.

My best friend, Adeline Miller, and I marry into the Caldwell family together. Coincidentally, we become pregnant at the same time. I'm married to Rowan Caldwell, the older brother who's a famous psychiatrist. As for Adeline, she's married to Elliot Caldwell, the younger brother who's an extremely skilled doctor. Rowan gives me a ride to the hospital, hoping to accompany me to my prenatal check-up due to the discomfort I've been feeling throughout my pregnancy. But on the way there, he abandons me by the road and leaves me there because of a phone call from his first love, Veronica Whitmore. As I sob, I beg him, "Please, Rowan, I'm begging you! It's raining heavily right now! Can you please drive me to the hospital first?" Rowan shakes my hand off impatiently. "Veronica has slit her wrist! This means she might die! Can you be more understanding toward her situation, Emilia? I'm going to tend to her injury right now! You can go to the hospital on your own!" It's raining cats and dogs out in the world. Yet, Rowan doesn't hesitate to ditch me on the highway. Left without a choice, I can only call Adeline and ask her to drive over to pick me up. Unexpectedly, on the way to the hospital, we see a truck barreling toward us. While I'm unconscious, I hear Adeline crying while calling Elliot on the phone, only to get reprimanded by him. "Stop messing around, Adeline! Must you come up with all sorts of lies whenever I'm spending time with Veronica?" It's thanks to a passerby's help that an ambulance is called to the crash site. That's how we get to survive afterward. Alas, we both end up losing our babies. Upon regaining our consciousness, we just smile bitterly at each other. "Are you getting a divorce?" "Yeah."

Me estaba muriendo lentamente por culpa del Silverthorn Wolfsbane, y solo existía una cura: el Elixir Milagroso. Pero mi compañero, Leo Ashford, lo compró y se lo dio a mi hermana adoptiva, Jane Smith. Lo hizo porque pensaba que yo estaba fingiendo mi enfermedad. Renuncié al tratamiento y, en su lugar, me tragué un analgésico muy potente. Me mataría en tres días, haciendo que mis órganos dejaran de funcionar. Durante esos tres días, lo entregué todo. Le cedí a Jane el negocio de fabricación de pieles que había levantado desde cero, y mis padres me elogiaron por preocuparme por mi hermana. Propuse romper nuestro vínculo de compañeros, y Leo me elogió por fin haber entrado en razón. Cuando le dije a mi hijo que podía llamar “mami” a Jane, él respondió feliz que su nueva mami era la mejor. Transferí todos mis ahorros a Jane, y nadie pareció notar nada fuera de lo normal. Simplemente estaban contentos con mi “mejor comportamiento”. “Viola por fin no es tan mala”. Me pregunté: ¿se arrepentirían cuando yo ya no estuviera?

Three years ago, I drugged the mafia heir, Vincent. After that one wild night, he didn’t kill me. Instead, he had me until my legs went weak, gripping my waist and whispering the same word over and over: “Principessa.” Just as I was about to propose, his first love, Isabella, returned. To keep her happy, Vincent let a car hit me, had my mother’s heirlooms thrown to stray dogs, and sent me to prison… But when I was finally broken, flying to Boston to marry someone else, Vincent tore New York City apart to find me.

Three years ago, I drugged the mafia heir, Vincent. After that one wild night, he didn’t kill me. Instead, he fucked me until my legs went weak, gripping my waist and whispering the same word over and over: “Principessa.” Just as I was about to propose, his first love, Isabella, returned. To keep her happy, Vincent let a car hit me, had my mother’s heirlooms thrown to stray dogs, and sent me to prison… But when I was finally broken, flying to Boston to marry someone else, Vincent tore New York City apart to find me.

I found out I was pregnant at the same time as my mafia husband’s childhood sweetheart Rosa. To protect her baby from being aborted by her parents, my husband claimed her baby as his own. As for mine? He coxed me, saying he will claim only after her baby was born. I confronted him, demanding to know why he would do this to me. His response was cold and unwavering: “Claiming her baby as mine was the only way to protect them both. I won’t let anything happen to her or the child.” In that moment, as I looked at the man I had loved for ten years, I realized my love for him had died. Not long after, my family condemned me, calling me a slut for having a child without a father and pressured me into getting an abortion. Meanwhile, my husband was in another city, with his sweetheart, helping her through her pregnancy. By the time he returned, I was already gone.

Three years ago, I drugged the mafia heir, Vincent. After that one wild night, he didn’t kill me. Instead, he fucked me until my legs went weak, gripping my waist and whispering the same word over and over: “Principessa.” Just as I was about to propose, his first love, Isabella, returned. To keep her happy, Vincent let a car hit me, had my mother’s heirlooms thrown to stray dogs, and sent me to prison… But when I was finally broken, flying to Boston to marry someone else, Vincent tore New York City apart to find me.

Je suis morte le jour où je devais recevoir la Médaille d'honneur de la meute. Trois heures après ma mort, mes parents, mon frère et mon compagnon terminaient tranquillement la fête qu'ils avaient organisée pour la remise de diplôme de ma sœur. Pendant qu'Ella publiait une photo de famille toute mimi sur Instagram, j'étais enfermée dans notre cave, essayant de faire glisser l'écran de mon téléphone avec ma langue pour appeler au secours. La seule personne qui a décroché, c'était mon compagnon, Ryan. Tout ce qu'il a trouvé à me dire : ""Sophie, arrête ton cirque. La fête d'Ella est importante. J'en ai marre de tes caprices."" C'était la quatre-vingt-dix-neuvième fois qu'ils me laissaient tomber. Et ce serait la dernière. J'étais allongée dans une mare de mon propre sang, les poumons vides. Ils croyaient que je faisais juste ma crise, que je me planquais quelque part. Que s'ils me donnaient une bonne leçon, je reviendrais\Nramper à leurs pieds. Mais ils se trompaient. J'étais à la maison depuis le début. J'étais déjà morte.

À cause de la conspiration, j'ai épousé une femme laide qui a perdu toute honte et me courtise toujours ! Elle me pousse à bout, alors je pousse la vilaine dans un coin : « La sensualité doit payer un prix. » « Eh bien, je ne fais que flirter.. »

El día que mis padres llevaron a casa a una hija IA, perdí mi lugar en la familia. Mariana Mendoza era impecable: dulce, inteligente y obediente; era la hija perfecta. De la noche a la mañana, yo me convertí en la hija problemática. Papá dejó de ocultar su decepción. Mamá me comparaba con Mariana en todo lo que hacía. Incluso mi hermano, Bruno, me trataba como una vergüenza. ¿Qué más sabes hacer además de hacer berrinches y pelear por atención?”. El día que por fin exploté y empujé a Mariana, mamá me dio una bofetada tan fuerte que me zumbaron los oídos. “Si fueras aunque sea la mitad de madura que Mari, no estaría tan agotada todos los días. Ve a la Academia de Excelencia Inteligente y aprende bien a ser una hija obediente”. Entonces me mandó lejos. Me obligaron a entrar en un programa de intercambio de tres años en la Academia de Excelencia Inteligente, un lugar diseñado para entrenar a niños humanos junto a modelos avanzados de IA. Tres años después, mi familia finalmente vino a llevarme a casa. Repitieron mi nombre una y otra vez, pero yo nunca respondí. El director sonrió con calma a su lado. “Sra. Mendoza”, dijo en voz baja, “tendrá que decir ‘Activar’. La Unidad 1314 ya no responde a nombres humanos”.

On the day of my mate-bonding ceremony, my parents suddenly brought my mate home and told me the marking ceremony that day would be with someone else. “Your sister was poisoned by wolfsbane. There's no cure, and her dying wish is to become David’s mate.” “You’re her older sister. Can’t you be kind and help her out?” My mate also tried to persuade me. “Don’t worry, it’s just for show. After she dies, we’ll still be each other’s one and only.” Still, I refused. However, my parents forced me to drink a potion that blocked my mind link, tied me up, and threw me into the silver mine behind our villa. “We’ll untie you once the ceremony goes smoothly,” they said. But soon after they left, I was attacked by a vicious rogue wolf. After endless torment, I was killed. It was only when my body started rotting that they remembered I was still bound in the mine.

"I was the daughter no one wanted. Then the Dark Blood Duke claimed me in front of the entire court. Edwin declared I was his fated bloodbound mate — the one his ancient blood had longed for across centuries — and carried me away to his castle deep in the Eternal Forest. He filled a night garden with roses that bloomed only under the blood moon and gave me a wedding that made every woman in the kingdom envy me. For the first time in my life, I believed I was chosen. Loved. Safe. Seven months pregnant with his heir, I attended my father’s birthday feast. That night silver fire erupted. My father and brother only screamed for Kelsey. They dragged her to safety while I choked on smoke and called their names until my voice broke. Edwin was the one who carried me out of the flames. In the Blood Healing Tower I finally overheard the truth they never meant for me to hear. Kelsey was not dying. She had faked the blood core degeneration all along. And the childhood savior Edwin had worshipped for centuries… the one whose piano melody still lived in his blood… had never been her. It had always been me."

Je suis morte le jour où je devais recevoir la Médaille d'honneur de la meute. Trois heures après ma mort, mes parents, mon frère et mon compagnon terminaient tranquillement la fête qu'ils avaient organisée pour la remise de diplôme de ma sœur. Pendant qu'Ella publiait une photo de famille toute mimi sur Instagram, j'étais enfermée dans notre cave, essayant de faire glisser l'écran de mon téléphone avec ma langue pour appeler au secours. La seule personne qui a décroché, c'était mon compagnon, Ryan. Tout ce qu'il a trouvé à me dire : ""Sophie, arrête ton cirque. La fête d'Ella est importante. J'en ai marre de tes caprices."" C'était la quatre-vingt-dix-neuvième fois qu'ils me laissaient tomber. Et ce serait la dernière. J'étais allongée dans une mare de mon propre sang, les poumons vides. Ils croyaient que je faisais juste ma crise, que je me planquais quelque part. Que s'ils me donnaient une bonne leçon, je reviendrais\Nramper à leurs pieds. Mais ils se trompaient. J'étais à la maison depuis le début. J'étais déjà morte.