Lie-la

เขารักคนพี่แต่ทำไมเขาต้องแต่งกับคนน้อง.. ไอ้สัญญาระหว่างพ่อกับเพื่อนพ่อถ้าเขาไม่ทำมันก็ถือเป็นการเนรคุณ ดังนั้นการแต่งงานที่ไม่เต็มใจจึงเกิดขึ้นแต่ไม่เป็นไรเขาจะทำให้เธอทนไม่ได้และหายไปเอง “ทำไมคุณพ่อทำกับหนูแบบนี้คะ? เงินนั่นคุณแม่เก็บเอาไว้ให้หนู.. มันไม่ใช่น้อยๆ เลยนะคะ.. แล้วไหนจะเงินเดือนที่หนูส่งมาให้อีก.. คุณพ่อใจร้ายกับหนูมากเลยนะคะ.. หนูไม่คิดเลยว่าทุกคนจะเอาเปรียบหนูได้ถึงขนาดนี้.. พี่มายด์ลูกสาวสุดที่รักของคุณพ่อก็อีกคน.. โตขนาดนี้แล้วทำไมไม่หัดทำงานทำการบ้างคะ จะต้องรอให้แก่ตายก่อนรึยังไงถึงจะคิดได้… หนูรู้ค่ะว่าคุณพ่อรักพี่มายด์มาตลอดแต่หนูเลือกที่จะปิดตาข้างนึงและปลอบใจตัวเองว่าหนูคิดมากไป หนูอาจจะอิจฉาพี่มายด์.. แต่นับวันเมื่อหนูโตขึ้นมันเริ่มไม่เป็นแบบนั้น คุณพ่อไม่แม้แต่จะโทรมาหาหนูและถามว่าหนูสบายดีไหม.. หนูเหมือนอยู่ตัวคนเดียว.. ถ้าวันนั้นหนูเลือกไปกับคุณตาคุณยาย..”

Dahil sa kahihiyang inabot ng mga magulang ni Thea sa gabi ng engagement nila ni Neil ay itinakwil at itinapon siya ng mga magulang niya sa ibang bansa. Five years later, nagbalik siya sa Pilipinas na lingid sa kaalaman ng mga magulang niya at kasama niya ang kambal niyang anak na naging bunga ng isang gabing pagkakamali niya. Nang makita ni Thea na kamukha ng isa sa kanyang fraternal twin ang CEO ng pinagtatrabahuhan niyang hotel na si Nathan Oxford ay gumawa siya ng kasinungalingan. Lakas-loob na ipinakilala niya sa binata ang kanyang mga anak at sinabing ito ang ama ng kambal niya. Dahil do'n ay pumasok sila ni Nathan sa isang contract marriage na sa kalaunan ay naging totohanan na. Ngunit paano kung malaman ni Nathan na nagsinungaling lamang siya rito para magamit niya ang koneksiyon nito sa paghihiganti niya sa mga taong nakagawa sa kanya ng malaking kasalanan? At paano rin kung malaman niya na si Nathan ay ang kinamumuhian niyang lalaki na naka-one-night-stand niya at naging dahilan kung bakit siya itinakwil ng kanyang mga magulang?

Seven years into my secret marriage to Leon Ferrante—Don of the Ferrante Family—and he still wouldn't make it public. Before the vows, I was his Consigliere. Every arms deal went through me. After? Just another housewife. Swapped my holster for an apron. Kitchen counter became my war zone. He didn't want kids. Said he had to take care of his autistic little brother. I got it. So I gave it all up—for his Family, for that kid. The Family blew up fast. The kid? Went from blank stares to sharp comebacks. Even started talking. But Leon still kept me in the dark. His mother wouldn't quit. "Give him a healthy heir. He'll settle down." I thought maybe she was right. I clung to him for a few nights. I got pregnant. Came home with the results, ready to tell him— Then I heard his "autistic" brother ask, clear as day: "Papa, are you gonna divorce Anna and marry someone else?"

My mom ended up in a vegetable state because my husband's childhood sweetheart hit her while drunk driving. When the police asked her to take a breathalyzer, Sarah swore she hadn't drunk anything and dared them to draw her blood for a test. At the hospital, James faked the test results. He staked his career on it, producing a clean report that cleared her of driving under the influence. The day she walked free, he went to pick her up. I screamed at him, "Don't you know she hit my mom?" He shrugged. "Margaret is not dead. She'll wake up, okay? Why are you freaking out, trying to ruin Sarah's life? Will that make you happy?"

A seventeen years old Sera Calix was never meant to set a foot in Virelade Academy, the country's most prestigious elite all boys school. But a paperwork error gave her a chance to escape a life of serving the masters and she'll do anything to hold onto it. Even if it means disguising herself as a boy!. The plan was to keep her head down, graduate and disappear but the problem was Kael Ashbourne, her new roommate, her worst nightmare and on top of that he's the son of the president, the same man where her mom works for. As secrets build, Sera struggles to survive a world that was built to shut her out. But the biggest danger wasn't being caught but it's the way Kael looks at her like he already knows she's lying.

One immigration application ended my marriage— and erased me from my husband’s world forever. I was Arabella Ashford— the wife of the man everyone wanted to marry. An Italian mafia heir—Born into power, wealth, and fear. A bloodline successor watched by international law enforcement, forbidden to cross borders, permanently barred from U.S. territory. They said he adored me— built me a private estate so I’d never hear the city, sent me flowers for no reason, just to make me smile, remembered every little thing I liked, every habit and quirk, No one saw the truth. And while the world called him perfect— he was putting another woman in my place, and another life in her womb. So I made my choice. I filed for permanent residency overseas. With that one signature, I erased myself from his world. From that moment on, he would never find me again. This was the price of his betrayal. He didn’t realize I was losing him that day. When he discovered the woman he betrayed was already beyond his reach. That was when he lost everything. He gave up his position. Walked away from his inheritance. Turned his back on a throne men would kill for— all to cross an ocean he was never allowed to enter.

Six years ago, a corporate acquisition deal I handled went up in flames, and 50 billion dollars vanished into thin air. Bankrupt investors spray red paint all over my front door for a year straight. Dad died from a stroke, and Mom lost her mind and disappeared. I ended up doing six years in prison for embezzlement. After I got out, I changed my name and started delivering food in downtown, running myself ragged for a few bucks per delivery. But then my ex-wife, Shirley Pearce, showed up, and the entire delivery station ground to a halt. She had become a financial powerhouse, a regular on the covers of business magazines. Reporters blocked my delivery scooter, shoving microphones in my face. "Mr. Marcus Quinn, Ms. Pearce has been single for six years, paid off all your debts, and she's been waiting for you to come home!" I stared at that perfectly made-up woman with her adoring eyes and felt nothing but disgust. That so-called "devoted" ex-wife of mine? Six years ago, she had forged company seals to help her boy toy short the stock market. Then, when everything fell apart, she threw me under the bus to save herself.

During the Thanksgiving holiday, my mother-in-law Mary came to visit us from Ohio. I took her to my husband Liam's new spa in Manhattan, Apropos. We enjoyed a basic facial treatment together, which I had purchased for $9.90 on an e-commerce platform. Right after the treatment, the beautician slapped a high-priced package down in front of us. She glanced at us contemptuously and said: "Do you really think you can enjoy our premium services with a $9.90 coupon?Stop kidding. You two look like you’re here to freeload. A single facial here costs thousands of dollars. This isn’t some free trial for cheapskates like you." I suppressed my anger and said coldly: “We have already paid for the basic treatment. How can you call this taking advantage for free?. Go get your manager.” A flashy woman walked over. Her arms were crossed. She looked down her nose at us. “I’m the Boss lady of this place.You and this old hag are just trying to get something for free, aren’t you? Let me be clear. You're buying this five-thousand-dollar hydration treatment today. Or you're not walking out that door.” A five-thousand-dollar hydration treatment? So this was it. This was why Liam suddenly got into the beauty industry. He didn't open a spa. He opened a scam shop to bankroll his mistress. I was about to call Liam, but she beat me to it, dialing a number. “Darling, you need to get down to the spa, right now. I've got a couple of hicks from the sticks making a scene, trying to get free services!”

To make up for past regrets with his first love, my husband, Pierce Ronan, lied that he could see everyone’s lifespan. He told me I had sixty years left, but his first love, Jessica Stone, had only seven days to live. So, for those seven days, he said he had to fulfill the promises of their youth. He brought her home, cared for her, and when they went back to their old college campus to relive their love, I didn’t protest. When he confessed his love to her and planned the wedding of the century, asking me to be the bridesmaid, I didn’t raise my voice. It wasn’t until he wanted to break the final taboo — in our marital bedroom — that he looked at me with guilt in his eyes and begged me to move out. The housemaids watched, snickering behind their hands, but I only smiled and nodded in agreement. I packed my bags, carried our child, and moved into the guest room next door. Seeing how obedient I remained, Pierce was touched. “I promise, this will be the last time I wrong you. Once Jessica passes, I’ll make it up to you.” What he didn’t know was that I had already seen through his lies. What he also didn’t know was that the one truly dying of cancer, the one with only seven days left to live, was me. Three days remained. Then, I would be gone.

My mother and I pushed ourselves, slaving away to pay for my girlfriend’s debt. The work was too hard on her, and she was soon diagnosed with lung cancer. By the time I arrived at the hospital with money for her treatment, my mother had taken her own life and left behind a note. “I can’t go on, Gab. The money is best put toward settling the debts. Noelle is a good kid. She loves you. She’s just lost her way. That’s all. You two should settle down once the debts are cleared.” I held my mother’s ashes and gave Noelle the thirty thousand dollars she had left behind. Back in the office, I overheard Noelle talking to several creditors. “Ms. Strom, Mr. Lamb has passed your test. What’s next on the agenda for him?” Noelle’s childhood friend, Charles, jumped into the conversation. “Gabriel has proven that he’s willing to be there for you through thick and thin, but will he stick around in wealth? Noelle pursed her lips. “I need to know if he genuinely loves me. If he isn’t blinded by greed when learning about who I am, I’ll marry him.” I stared at my mother’s ashes, tears rolling down my face. “Noelle, my mother was wrong about you, and so was I. I don’t want to marry you anymore.” I thought to myself.