Film Mon Inconnue

Due to a mistaken identity, a girl in search of greener pastures is married to a dead man, she assume her mistaken identity in hope for a better future. But what happens when the brother of the dead man begins to suspect and her past comes crashing?

Trois mousquetaires feront route ensemble à la quête d'un avenir meilleur. Ce dernier va leur sourire mais le côté relationnel sera un soucis fondamentale. Ils donneront tout mais seul Dieu à le dernier mot

I live double lives, but with one very strict rule: never get involved with the clients. By day, I plan weddings I'll never have. Every bride who calls on me gets the wedding of her dreams. And even though no man's ever wanted to end up with me, watching the joy on my brides' faces is enough. By night, I put on a mask and become the comfort I can't find anywhere else. Just an hour of quiet, honest company for strangers who've run out of people to trust. It's not romance - not even close. But I get my own kind of comfort from it too. Then three men walk into my carefully guarded life, all at once, all determined to break my one rule: one I used to hate, one I'm not allowed to see, and one who's already trouble next door. I have a very terrible feeling I only need to be afraid of one of them - the Stranger in My Bed.

Anna Walton hasn't had an easy life, but that all changes when she applies to be the caretaker for Jack Weston. The last member of a wealthy family with a rare mental illness. Each day Jack believes he is a different person, but one thing remains constant: his lust for Anna. His loyal caretaker, she fulfills his every need, but after each night she's left wondering: will she ever really know this stranger in her bed?

Elena Voss pensait que son mariage avec Adrian Cole n’était qu’une alliance entre deux familles puissantes. Onze mois après leur mariage, elle vit pourtant comme une étrangère dans sa propre maison. Son mari est distant, silencieux et toujours trop occupé pour lui accorder la moindre attention. Puis une photographie arrive. Elle montre Adrian avec une autre femme — son premier amour. Le cœur brisé et convaincue qu’elle n’a jamais compté pour lui, Elena décide de retirer ses sentiments de ce mariage et de partir en silence. Mais avant qu’elle n’en ait le courage, elle découvre quelque chose qui bouleversera tout : elle est enceinte. Adrian, lui, ignore complètement ce qui se passe. Derrière son apparente indifférence se cache un amour profond qu’il n’a jamais su exprimer. Mais ses silences, ses malentendus et ses décisions ont déjà poussé Elena au bord du départ. Lorsqu’elle disparaîtra avec son secret, Adrian réalisera trop tard que la femme qu’il croyait ne jamais aimer était devenue la seule personne qu’il ne pouvait pas perdre. Mais quand il la retrouvera, Elena sera-t-elle encore prête à lui donner une seconde chance ? Un mariage sans amour apparent. Une grossesse secrète. Un homme qui réalise trop tard ce qu’il avait entre les mains. Et une femme qui doit choisir entre pardonner son mari… ou oublier leur histoire pour toujours.

Living with my aunt and her family was meant to be a temporary, quiet arrangement just helping out and keeping to myself. On the first day of the new year, while everyone else was out celebrating, I stayed home, enjoying the rare silence and catching up on sleep. But when we ran out of water, I reluctantly stepped outside to fetch some, and that’s when I saw him. He stood by the gate of the house next door, effortlessly commanding attention with just a glance. A smirk played on his lips, and a flicker of amusement danced in his eyes behind his blue-ray glasses. At that moment, he was impossible to ignore. Meanwhile, I felt disheveled and barely awake, my hair was a mess and still shaking off sleep. But he didn’t seem to mind. There was something about him an air of mystery that made me wonder who he was and why he was there. Before I could look away, he spoke, “Hi.” Caught off guard, I managed a quick, “Hi,” while trying to pull myself together. “Can I know your name?” he asked. I hesitated but replied, “I’m Clara,” and kept walking. “Can I have your number?” he called after me. “Just as friends.” I almost refused but reluctantly agreed, entering my number into his phone. “There,” I said, handing it back. “I’ll call you,” he promised with a smile, as I turned to leave. What began as a chance encounter soon became an inexplicable connection. He had secrets, but there was something about him that saw through me, understanding things no one else did. The man I met next door wasn’t just a fleeting stranger,he became the reason I started questioning everything I thought I wanted.