¿Quién Actúa En Murder On The Orient Express?

Sophie Beckett was the perfect wife. Quiet. Devoted. Unremarkable. Or so her husband believed. When Sophie discovers Adrian's affair, she doesn't cry. She doesn't beg. She simply smiles, pours herself a drink, and starts making plans — because Sophie Langham didn't spend three years playing a role just to fall apart when the curtain dropped. Adrian Beckett thought he married a simple girl. He has no idea who he actually married. And by the time he finds out, it will already be too late.

On the bed in a train's compartment, I find myself getting pinned beneath my best friend's boyfriend, Gaston Walters. Our bodies are firmly glued to each other. I don't have any strength left in me, so I can only let Gaston do whatever he wants to me. Soon, I feel him turning me on. My husband, Stevie Murray's loud snores drift from the bunk bed above our heads. That's when Gaston slowly slides his hand beneath my blanket before hiking my nightgown upward. "Wow, you're so wet…"

Detective Catharine Maximo whose sister also disappeared, came looking for the mastermind behind this mystery. Every year a girl would be found missing. She's been wanting to solve this and find out the culprit for months. Recently, a corpse was found. It was evident that the victim was brutally murdered. She digs information. But could she ever find her sister alive by then? What is the cost of solving the mystery of-- Eency Weency?

I am a maid in the Alarcón mansion. To the Patron and my mother, I am just a servant, but they don’t know my real plan. Every night at the Mascara Club, I put on a silver mask and work for the money that will buy my freedom and my law degree. Now, Mateo has returned from the US and Diego from the UK. Mateo spends his nights at the club, tracking the woman behind the mask, while Diego looks at me in my uniform and sees the girl he can’t forget. I am playing a role in both their lives while my mother carries a secret about the Patron that could burn this entire house down. I just need to get my money and get out before their games become my end.

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.

My grandmother is, as far as the law is concerned, a dead woman. She faked her own death so she could go off with the boy she'd grown up beside, and she left evidence behind that made my grandfather her killer. He went away for twenty years. She sold his house and ran to Port Halcyon with the other man. One of them became a famous attorney who talks about justice in courtrooms. The other became a philanthropist who talks about compassion under television lights. My grandfather carried the word wife-killer for the rest of his life. My father grew up on whatever the neighbors could spare. He never spent a day in school, and he wore his hands raw laying brick until he'd put me through college. Two generations, two pairs of ruined hands, lifting me one step at a time out of Pinebarrow. Fifty years after my grandmother's fake death. I sit on the felony bench of the Dunstone Superior Court. In front of me are five young women charged in a murder. The case against the first four is airtight. Against the fifth, there's half a fingerprint at the scene and a witness who accounts for her entire night. Even the police call her the least likely of them. The murder charge won't hold. I go through her file. Under family, there's a name. Evelyn Harrow. My grandmother. I look at how much the two of them resemble each other. And when her lawyer moves to have her released from this courtroom a free woman, I bring the gavel down lightly. "This court denies the defense motion for dismissal. This court further recommends that the district attorney formally charge the defendant with murder."