I'd Lie Taylor Swift

เพราะความเบื่อหน่ายกับฉากหน้าแสนจอมปลอม เขาเลยอยากหาอะไรทำแก้เบื่อ จนได้มาเจอกับ เธอ หนึ่งในบุคลากรของมูลนิธิที่ครอบครัวเขาสร้างขึ้นมา และเธอคือผู้หญิงที่ถูกเลือกให้มาเป็นทาสรับใช้เขา...บนเตียง แต่เมื่อความซับซ้อนและความแค้น นำมาซึ่งความเจ็บปวด เมื่อเธอถูกเลือกให้ต้องมาเป็นเครื่องมือเพื่อผลประโยชน์สำหรับเขา การแสดงละครตบตาจึงเริ่มขึ้น หลอกให้เธอรัก หลอกให้เธอรอ หลอกให้เธอตายใจ และหลอกให้เธอตายทั้งเป็น ถ้าเธอรู้ว่าเขาไม่ได้รักเธอเลยแม้แต่เศษเสี้ยวชีวิตเธอจะเป็นยังไงในเมื่อเลือกรักคนผิด เอาชีวิตไปจมอยู่กับชายหนุ่มที่หลอกใช้เธอเพื่อการแก้แค้นของตัวเอง "โง่ ๆ แบบเธอหลอกง่ายดี" "ฉันจะทำให้คุณรู้ ว่าการตายอย่างทรมานทั้งเป็น มันเป็นยังไง" ไม่มีนอกกาย ไม่มีนอกใจค่ะ

Love and Marriage is what a woman dreams for, but will it be enough to stay with the man that she never thought would be the love of her life? Only time will tell.

A liar gas has invaded the world permanently. Nobody can lie, else an instant . Ariyah has commited herself to remaining silent for the rest of her life. Her family thinks it is just because she is afraid of , but how can she hide the fact that she is bisexual now that she can't lie? Will she come out to everyone and move on with life or will she let the liar gas rule her world and make her a mute, till she actually dies?You can't lie!

Veil University is a place where illegal is legal, where lies are actually the truth. Where lie lies. Rougjan Aislinn Allejo was a victim of harassment that leads to her life's deepest trauma. Will she put her guard down if she's surrounded by lies? Or is she going to dig her own grave by slowly letting her guard down? Brace yourself and let your own curiosity dig your own grave in hell. Unveil secrets to lose every single person you trust. Painted truths are a great masterpiece, isn't it?

Three months since my husband, Julian Moretti, disappeared. I walked into his favorite den, the grief so deep it stole the air from my lungs. I just wanted to breathe him in, to find any trace of him that was left. Then I heard it. A familiar laugh. And the soft moan of a woman. Through a crack in the door, I saw him. My husband, the man "missing" for three months, had his hand tangled in another woman's hair. "Baby, just a little longer," he said. "Soon as I siphon enough cash from the family's books, we're gone. You and me." In his arms was Bianca, from the Rosso family. "What about your wife?" she purred. "Let her play the grieving widow. She's nothing without me anyway." My fists clenched. The world went quiet, my blood turning to ice. The next day, I put the word out to the entire Family. "I'm holding a memorial mass for my husband." At the service, he stormed in, a ghost returned from the grave, roaring that he was alive and there to take back what was his. But I was standing next to his uncle, Dante Moretti, and all I did was stare him down. "Then explain," I said, my voice cutting through the silence. "Explain the woman. Explain the money. Explain your betrayal... to the Family. And to me."

What can a mother do for the sake of her daughter? " Take it off, your suit!", Asher summoned Max when he accidentally splash water on her uniform. "What?---I---ahhh--", she stuttered. Max has no escape. How can she do it if she's not a guy? Read to find out more.

Kegagalan pernikahan pertamanya membuat Aara sempat terpuruk. Namun, dia memilih untuk bangkit. Hingga akhirnya dia bertemu dengan laki-laki baru yang membuat harapannya kembali muncul. Namun, apa jadinya jika laki-laki itu ternyata seseorang yang ikut andil dalam hancurnya pernikahannya dulu. Mampukah dia bertahan? Atau dia memilih untuk pergi?

After giving my son, Cameron Spencer, one of my corneas, he had a memory distortion and confused me for his father's childhood sweetheart, Joanna Lister. Such dreadful news caused me to be in so much pain that I refused to wake up. However, during the time that I was semiconscious, I heard my son and my husband's conversation. "Dad, does this mean Joanna will keep me company in the future?" "Yes, it does. You've put on a great act, son!" My attending surgeon couldn't stand their heartlessness and said, "Mr. Spencer, your son’s eyes are fine, but you lied to Mrs. Spencer in order for her to donate her cornea for Ms. Lister. If Mrs. Spencer finds out, I'm afraid..." "There's nothing to be afraid of. She loves Cameron and me so much and she's an orphan as well. There's nowhere she could go after leaving us. Joanna's all alone in this city and she's almost gone blind. We can't waste any more time!" I lay on the bed as my hopeless tears soaked the pillow. All they cared about was Joanna. But what they didn't know was that I was dying due to the operation.

To save Hugh, I took the hit—literally. The kidnappers beat me so bad I ended up with a brain hemorrhage. My mind? Stuck at thirteen. Hugh, all guilt and promises, said, "Wenna, I'll protect you forever." And he did. He watched over me. When the house caught fire, he threw himself over me, took the burns, didn't flinch. Then came his oh-so-perfect foster sister. "Mia's not into... slow people. Maybe you should live next door," he said. And my son? The one I nearly died bringing into the world? "Stupid woman! You embarrass me and Dad. You're nothing like Aunt Mia—she's smart and pretty. If it weren't for you, she could've been my mom. You should just die!" To play hero for Mia, my son shoved me into the street. A truck did the rest. When I opened my eyes, I was back on the day Hugh proposed. This time? I wasn't here for his pity. And I sure as hell wasn't marrying him.

Lena Mercer makes a living off saving and believes that love can be saved no matter what. However, when a frightened woman named Claire Reynolds appears at her office door insisting she is being purposely murdered by her husband, Lena is hesitant to trust her. Days go by, and Claire vanishes into thin air. Worrying but brushing it off as coincidence, Lena attempts to pick up where they left off—until she uncovers unsettling information connecting Claire's life to her own. The same scent. The same coffee order. Even bruises in identical locations. And then Lena begins receiving ominous messages: "You know the truth. Don't look for me."