Crime Drama Luther

I opened my eyes to a dark, windowless room. Overhead, a voice crackled from the speakers. “Welcome to The Judgment Room. Each player will state the crime they committed. Do not lie. After all six of you speak, you will vote. The one with the most votes will be eliminated. “The game starts now.” In this deadly game, whose sins weighed the least?

Ikinasal si Luther Villarreal at Eunice Sanchez kahit walang pagmamahal para sa isat-isa magkaroon lamang buong pamilya ang anak niyang si Isaac. Ngunit paano kung nung una palang ay mahal na ni Eunice si Luther, kaya rin kaya siyang mahalin nito? Gayong ang mahal naman nito ay si Monica. Samahan niyo akong umiyak at tumawa sa storya ng buhay ni Eunice Sanchez.

demi operasi ibunya, Elisabeth rela bekerja untuk keluarga Smith. merawat seorang pria yang mengidap PTSD dan gangguan panik akibat trauma masa lalunya. berawal dari rumah sakit, ketika Adrian Smith mau berbicara lagi, Anna Smith meminta Elisabeth untuk bekerja merawat Adrian. tapi apa jadinya jika akhirnya, Adrian jatuh cinta padanya padahal ia punya ebuah rahasia masa lalu yang disembunyikan oleh keluarganya. apakah Adrian akan tetap mencintai Elisabeth, atau meninggalkannya?

Menghadapi pernikahan yang rumit membuat Shireen hanya bisa pasrah akan keadaan, namun saat hak asuh anak dirampas, ibu mana yang akan diam saja melihatnya.

I gave birth prematurely, just twenty days before the due date. Two hours after I entered the surgery room, I had a stillborn baby. I did not cry at all. I did not even spare a glance at the dead baby. I endured the pain from childbirth and calmly walked into the hospital nursery. After the door was tightly shut, I turned down the temperature of the air-conditioning. The temperature inside the nursery would be too cold for newborns to bear after an hour. The doctors and parents were begging me on their knees to let their babies live. They screamed and cried. They said I was a mother and hoped that I would understand. Instead, I laughed and said, “Yes, I was a mother. But my baby died!” The gynecologist knelt on the floor and begged, “We may be at fault for not being able to save your baby, but these babies are innocent! “Please don’t be reckless just because you lost your baby! You’re so young. You’ll have more babies in the future.” I gritted my teeth and roared, “But my baby isn’t dead! “She’s still alive. I’ll give you one hour. Bring her back to me!” But I was unsure if she would still be alive after an hour.

Durante o plantão noturno, recusei o pedido de aplicar soro no paciente que minha irmã de criação cuidava. Vi, com meus próprios olhos, um menino de sete anos morrer devido a uma reação alérgica causada pela medicação errada. Na vida passada, mal tinha terminado de aplicar o soro, quando familiares furiosos invadiram o posto de enfermagem e me espancaram até meu rosto ficar irreconhecível. Mas o soro era apenas glicose, não havia razão para acontecer algo assim. Com a consciência turva, ouvi alguém chamar a polícia. Achei que, finalmente, a salvação havia chegado. Jamais imaginei que seria meu próprio irmão, policial, quem me jogaria no chão. Meu amigo de infância, agora médico legista, apresentou o laudo da autópsia e me incriminou. Sem ter como me defender, acabei sendo espancada até a morte pelos familiares do menino, tomados pela fúria. Até o último suspiro, não entendi por que meu irmão querido e o amigo de infância agiram assim comigo. Quando abri os olhos novamente, estava de volta àquela noite.

Walang mga lalaki sa aming nayon. Kapag umabot ng 18 taong gulang ang isang babae, sumasailalim sila sa isang seremonya ng pagdating ng edad sa ancestral hall. Suot ang mga damit pang-seremonya, pumila sila para pumasok, at paglabas nila, ang mga mukha nila ay may halong sakit at saya. Noong ang panganay na kapatid na babae ko ay naging 18, pinagbawalan siya ni Lola na dumalo. Gayunpaman, isang gabi, lumusot siya papunta sa bulwagan. Paglabas niya, hirap siyang maglakad, at may dugo sa pagitan ng mga binti niya.

When I was ten years old, both my parents passed away. My sister, Brianna, and I only had each other left. We were tormented at the orphanage before the Larsons adopted us. They doted on Brianna and me, and even allowed their daughter, Vivian Larson, to get engaged to me when I was 20 years old. It was a wonderful tale of love. Vivian didn't let any of us down. She would have given me the moon if she could, and she loved me with all her heart. During the ten years we spent with the Larsons, Brianna and I led a good life and never suffered at all. The night before we got married, Vivian took out a treasured bottle of vintage wine. It was to be served at our wedding. However, I poisoned the wine and killed everyone in the Larson family, including my own sister.

“Darlene Roberts, you're under arrest for the death of George Martins.”I look up with misty eyes only to see a bunch of cops, guns blazing and aimed at me. Funny enough, I don't even freeze neither do I panic. My attention goes back to my ex lover whose limp body is still warm with blood oozing from his forehead and chest. His shirt is torn and his big eyes are staring blankly at me. I've managed to help shut his mouth which was agape and his twisted lips. It seems he had put up one hell of a struggle before he gave up the ghost.“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used against you in the court of law.Does the cop mean what he has just said? I mean, I'm not the murderer here. I rushed here to help as soon as I could!

I'm the true heir to an affluent family who got switched at birth. But when I'm reunited with my family, they suddenly announce their bankruptcy. The sprawling mansion is repossessed, leaving me, my wife, and my parents to sleep on the streets. My parents are so furious that they end up getting admitted to the hospital—one gets a stroke, and the other passes away. My wife gets her legs broken by one of the creditors, and my son is so frightened that he becomes mentally impaired. To bear the astronomical medical bill, I work countless part-time jobs and put myself through the wringer. Everything changes when, one day, I accept a job as a temporary driver. I go to a lavish hotel's banquet hall. A celebration for a gold wedding is being held there, and I see my late mother and paralyzed father sharing a kiss onstage. My crippled wife is dancing offstage as she enjoys the festivities. Meanwhile, my son speaks fluently in a foreign language as he speaks with a foreign child.