Glass Houses

"I will be your mistress, Adrian. Just let my family live." Adrian lifted his glass of wine. A faint smile curved his lips. "I thought they would send me the adopted daughter," he said, "I didn't expect you." "Everyone said your brother spoiled you like a princess. Turns out that was just a joke." The tip of the pen paused, stabbing a small blot of ink onto the paper. I signed my name, calm to the point of silence. The contract would take effect in three days. Then, I would cut all ties with the Willis name. I traded myself for the survival of the Willis family and my own permanent release.

“You’ve been a very bad girl, Ley…” He whispered, his eyes dark with hunger, closing the distance between them until her back hit the cool glass wall. Her breath caught, but she didn’t flinch. “You’re arrogant…” “You’re wet.” He wrapped his hand around her waist and leans in… She should walk away, he was her father’s best friend, arrogant, wickedly charming, and knows exactly how to ruin her resolve, but his fingers traced her wrist, slow, possessive, and she knew she would let him ruin her again. He was supposed to be off-limits… but forbidden taste the sweetest.

Jackson steps in front of me, his strong hands cupping my face as he brings his forehead to mine. “I want to replace it. I want to take all your nightmares and turn them into something beautiful, the way you’ve done for me. I just need you to trust me. You think you can do that?” I was only looking at how he gently held me with his huge hands. Considering his bulk frame, I was like a fragile glass he was holding. I don't know why but my heart did skip a beat, but I had to swallow it up and pretend that I didn't feel it.

Synopsis Adrian Velasco, the untouchable 32-year-old billionaire behind Velasco Innovations, built an empire of “living glass” that reshaped Manila’s skyline. Sa mata ng publiko, he is a cold genius; to the elite, a dangerous rival. But beneath the glittering towers lies betrayal and a secret that could ruin him. Enter Elena Vargas, isang fearless investigative journalist. Determined to expose corruption tied to Velasco Innovations, she risks her career—and her life. When a scandal erupts linking Adrian to illegal government contracts, his enemies close in. To protect his empire, Adrian makes a shocking move: he proposes a one-year marriage to Elena, his greatest critic. “Be my shield,” he offers. “Expose me if you can.” Their sudden engagement shakes the nation. Social media erupts with #VelascoVargasWedding, calling it either a PR stunt or a love story. Forced into a public romance, Adrian and Elena clash behind closed doors, yet sparks of attraction begin to blur the line between duty and desire. Elena sees glimpses of Adrian’s hidden heart—funding schools, rebuilding towns—while Adrian is disarmed by her stubborn morality. But the game turns deadly. Rafael Santiago, Adrian’s ruthless rival and half-brother, orchestrates the smear campaign. Backed by political dynasties, he vows to destroy Adrian and claim Elena. Betrayal cuts deep when Adrian’s most trusted ally sells him out, forcing him and Elena to fight side by side. In a glass-shattering climax at Velasco Tower, their fake marriage becomes dangerously real as they confront Santiago. Adrian sacrifices billions to save his legacy; Elena risks everything to expose the truth. When the contract ends, their act has become reality. Elena chooses to stay—not as his shield, but as his equal. Adrian, once cold as glass, finally learns to love again. “This time, no contracts. Just us”

After the young officer Edward Shaw took first place in a high-profile shooting exhibition attended by senior officials, his family adopted a rather peculiar tradition. At the annual family banquet, he would perform a blindfolded shooting. Whichever woman's token his bullet struck was taken as a sign that she would become his fiancée. Determined to marry him, I placed the handkerchief I had carefully chosen as close to him as possible. Yet, for three consecutive years, his shots hit nothing at all. I told myself the handkerchief must have been too light, too easy to miss. So each year, I replaced it with something more refined, more eye-catching than before. That illusion lasted until the night before my eighteenth birthday, when I happened to overhear him speaking with a friend at a reception. "Miss Jasmine's handkerchief is right in front. Even blindfolded, you should be able to hit it. How do you keep missing every year?" Edward swirled his glass, his tone casual. "Tracy's still young. The moment she hears I'm getting engaged, she starts crying. "I promised I'd wait until she's a little older. As for Jasmine, she's waited for me all these years. It's not like she's going anywhere." With that, he casually tossed his glass into a metal bucket in the corner. It rang out with a sharp, hollow clang. I lowered my gaze and thought of my younger sister, only a year younger than me. So it had never been about the token. It was about the person who placed it there. In that case, there was no reason for me to keep holding on. After all, my father had already arranged a marriage for me. Three days later, at that same family banquet, I would be formally engaged.

Camilla Hart’s life is small but warm, filled with early mornings with her best friend Anya and caring for her sick aunt Roseline. An encounter with an arrogant stranger that she spilled coffee, will change everything. That same stranger, Adrian Harrington, a billionaire CEO, shows up at her big presentation. Impressed, he offers her a job as his personal assistant. Camilla is thrown into a world of glass walls, power games, and sharp eyes that never stop watching. Her desk sits just a glass wall away from Adrian Harrington’s — the arrogant billionaire she can’t escape from him. Everything changed when Adrian puts a contract in front of her: one year as his wife. No intimacy, no questions, no strings. In return, her aunt’s surgery will be paid for, and 20 million dollars . Cornered, Camilla signs. A dinner party with Adrian’s powerful family push her to her limits.Eleanor, Adrian's grandmother looks down on her because of her background, his father shows kindness, and just when she starts finding her place, Adrian’s childhood sweetheart, Celine, comes back to claim him. Jealousy simmers, sparks ignite, and the “rules” of their marriage start to break. Between late-night arguments, almost-kisses, and truths they’re too afraid to say , something real grows. But just as Camilla begins to trust what’s happening between them, her world is rocked: her long-lost father returns, wealthy and powerful, carrying secrets that turn her life upside down. When the contract ends, Camilla walks away, determined to stand on her own. But Adrian won’t let her go. In front of both families, at an engagement party no one saw coming, he makes his choice clear: what started as a deal on paper has become the only promise that matters.

Sienna Stone is known to the world as the Stone Princess. Her father is the CEO of the globally renowned tech conglomerate "Stone Enterprises". However, Sienna's life isn't as simple as one would think. She was born prematurely which led to a debilitating lung condition that has made her family extra protective of her. Fed up with everyone treating her like she's made of glass, she begs her twin brothers to train her to fight. Unable to convince her brothers to fight her fully, she picks a fight with the formidable Reaper. Sienna soon learns the hard way that all of our decisions come with a price. The question is, is she willing to pay? Or will she find herself defeated?

I wasn’t meant to survive. My sister killed me, and I should have stayed dead. Instead, I woke in Lenore, a nightmare kingdom built on blood and lies. Here, monsters wear human faces, and Hunters like me are forced into a system that counts every kill and punishes every weakness. They gave me a body that isn’t mine. A name that isn’t mine. A life I never chose. And now I can’t run. I can’t escape. I can only fight… and hunger. Because it isn’t just the monsters that consume me. It’s the men who circle too close. One forged from shadows, dangerous in his silence, the kind of man whose restraint makes me want to shatter it. The other drips temptation like poison, every word a sin, every touch a fire I shouldn’t survive, and yet I reach for him anyway. I shouldn’t need them. I shouldn’t crave them. But I do. God, I do. And while I’m torn between danger and desire, Lenore itself is tearing apart. The Houses want me erased. The monsters want my blood. And the truth of who I really am will destroy everything.

There's an unspoken rule in my household—everyone has to engage in a drinking competition during the holidays. Whoever gets wasted first will have to pay off one year's worth of house and car mortgages for the other two siblings. In the first year, I collapsed after my first glass of alcohol. I had to pay the house mortgage for my oldest sister, Dahlia Zeller. In the second year, as soon as I picked up my glass, I fainted right away. Since then, I had to pay off Jasmine Zeller, my second sister's car loan. For the next 20 years, I've always been the loser. In the end, my wife, Jean McCarthy, is forced to jump off a building because of the huge debt I've racked up. The debtors keep dumping paint onto my residence, forcing me to deter away from it. Ransacked by guilt, I end up damaging my stomach from overdrinking when I attempt to train my alcohol tolerance. As a result, half of my liver has gotten removed. When I'm on the verge of death, I hear my parents snickering outside my ward. "Don't you think we've laced too many sleeping pills in his drink? He almost didn't wake up back then!" "It's fine. He's an idiot who merely thinks he has a low alcohol tolerance. Our family still relies on him for financial survival, you see. We can keep drugging him so that he'll keep getting wasted." When I open my eyes again, I've already gotten reborn in the timeframe when I'm sitting at the dining table in the 20th year.

The student I once sponsored, Lillian Pegg, jacked my identity, slapped on the "rich heiress" title, and started tossing out houses and cars like she was some fairy godmother for "underprivileged" students. Her big mission? Making sure everyone had a roof over their head. My in-laws? Wrapped around her finger. They swore up and down she'd saved their lives. Even Liam—my son with my late husband—acted like she was the only mom he'd ever had. Meanwhile, I was puking blood from ulcers, and everyone treated it like a bad improv act. Liam bought every word out of her mouth. Thought she and my husband were some kind of twin-flame couple and labeled me the evil baby snatcher. Fast-forward: I got locked in a bedroom and left to bleed out. Then I woke up. It was the exact day Lillian was playing Santa Claus. The crowd around her practically worshipped her. "You're the kindest boss in the world! You care about our food, clothes, housing, everything. We'll support you and your company forever!" Yeah, not on my watch. I shut down all her privileges right then and there. This time? Lillian and that backstabbing son of mine were gonna eat regret for the rest of their lives.