Christine Paolilla Crime Scene

I was lying in bed, scrolling on my phone with my pregnant belly heavy in front of me, when a local news alert popped up. 'Wife killed in suburban murder case. Husband stabbed her to death after she refused intimacy during pregnancy.' I clicked it open, only to realize the article was dated for tomorrow. And the killer's name? My husband's. At first, I thought it was some sick prank or a glitch on the site. But then I saw the photo attached to the piece: our wedding picture. My face had been completely blurred out. The moment my heart seized, the bedroom door creaked open. My husband stood there, licking his lips, his smile so chilling it made my blood run cold. "Honey, I want you tonight."

My boyfriend is a forensic artist. He was forced to make a harrowing decision to save his first love. At the killer's demand, he created a portrait from a photo—he never realized that the young girl in the photo was me in my childhood. Two weeks later, the police investigate a grisly bomb explosion and dismemberment case. The victim's identity was unrecognizable, and the investigation dragged on for days as the authorities desperately searched the blast site, looking for my remains. After three days and nights, they finally recovered enough of my remains to reconstruct my face. When my boyfriend unknowingly brought the shattered fragments back to life with his art, he was confronted with a horrifying truth—one that drove him to the edge of madness.

My younger sister, Angela Schrute, got married at 20. By 21, she already had a child. I'm Elizabeth Schrute, 27 years old, and still unmarried. Over the years, I've brought home a few boyfriends. But every time the subject of marriage comes up, my father, Michael Scrute, will take them into his study. I don't know what he said to them. But whenever they come out of that room, they will turn cold and frightening. It's like their hands are itching to wrap around my throat and squeeze the life out of me. My latest boyfriend thinks Dad is being unreasonable… until he follows him into the study. When he emerges, his eyes burn with rage. He breaks up with me on the spot and slaps me. Twice. I still can't figure it out. What is it that drives each of them away? And what secret is hiding in Dad's study?

The Hawthorne Effect sets a story of a F.B.I survey into the criminal lives of certain individuals identified with a Crime Boss, Ron Druman whose identity the Bureau is unsure of. While the story goes on, a look into the immigrant lives of these individuals forced into crime is looked at.

Jack Cooke—my husband, who'd never so much as scrambled an egg—suddenly went full kitchen freak. He bought a ton of pots and spatulas, then spent all day just... polishing them. When I called him out, he shrugged. "I like things clean. That a crime now?" Behind him? A mountain of dirty socks. Then it got weirder. He dragged all the kitchen stuff into our bedroom. At night, he'd get weird with a dishcloth. Like, disturbingly weird. I was done. I asked for a divorce. Jack stormed into a private dining room and shredded the papers right in front of our investors. "You're seriously ending our marriage over this? Kinda dramatic, don't you think?" I didn’t blink. “I gave up my spot for your pots and pans. A little thanks wouldn’t kill you.”

"Are you telling me that the triplets might not be mine?"I don't know, Robert, I don't know who the father is." Christine shouted at the top of her voice and slammed the door behind her after being rude to her husband. ****** Christine was successful, married woman juggling the demands of her career and personal life. On the surface, everything seems perfect. But beneath the façade, Christine keeps a secret that could shatter her marriage. Christine has been having an affair with her charming and wealthy boss.Their passionate encounters are a stark contrast to her routine life at home. Everything takes a dramatic turn when Christine discovers she's pregnant—with triplets. Panicked and desperate, Christine decides to keep the paternity of the babies a secret. She convinces herself and everyone around her that the children are her husband's. But as the months pass, the truth becomes harder to conceal. The moment of reckoning arrives when it's undeniable that the triplets bear a striking resemblance to her Boss. Whispers and suspicions turn into open accusations, and Christine's carefully constructed life begins to crumble. Caught between her loyalty to her husband and her undeniable connection to her Boss Christine must navigate the fallout of her choices. Will she find the courage to face the truth and fight for her family's future, or will the secrets she's kept tear everything apart? "Love &betrayal."

After six months of working together Chase Ward, an attractive and successful lawyer and his secretary Christine Morrison are constantly at each other's throats. Chase is torn between his growing attraction for Christine and his need to be better than his father. To make matters worse his rival is Mason Pritchard, his former friend and colleague. Christine seems indifferent to both of them, but Chase is adamant to not to let Mason win this time. He takes Christine with on a trip to London. The company's private jet crashes during a storm and Chase and Christine survive. But will they survive the dangers that await them on the seemingly deserted island?

The moment the acid hit my skin, I heard my own flesh sizzle. In the last moments before my consciousness faded, my trembling fingers managed to dial my brother, the new Don of the Steele family. To my relief, Farrow finally answered. The sounds of expensive jazz and clinking glasses bled through the receiver. His voice was cold as ice. "What is it this time, Grace?" "Farrow... help me..." He cut me off before I could finish. "Listen, Betty's book launch is tomorrow night. If you dare cause a scene or embarrass the Family, I'll disown you. I'll ship you off to a convent in Sicily." The line went dead. A moment later, a second splash of acid hit my face, and the searing agony consumed me. My eyes were gone, leaving nothing but hollow, bloody sockets. You don't need to exile me, Farrow. I'm already gone. Forever.

Christine has always loved Steven since their childhood but he tends to ignore her and act as if she doesn’t exist. She does everything to get noticed by him but fails to get his attention. She meets Tyler, a rival of Steven in business and an enemy. Tyler is intrigued by Christine and wants her for himself, while Christine hates Tyler’s arrogance and pride, but gets close to him to get Steven’s attention. What happens when Christine falls for Tyler, and Steven realizes his love for Christine? Who will she choose, the love she always wanted or the gift of love given to her?

Hayden is a perfect husband for Riz. He's sweet, self-orientated and a successful doctor. They are living happily until a crime happened in their city. A crime of the past. Suddenly, their peaceful life will be fully be entangled into the world of serial killing. It will confuse their life, their marriage and trust especially when Riz started to doubt her own husband's personality. It doesn't make sense. Is her husband the serial killer?