Look For The Lie Book

Ayra Clarissa Prasetya, gadis berusia 26 tahun yang disegani oleh rekan kerja di kantornya serta dikenal sebagai pribadi yang lembut pada atasan juga orang yang lebih tua darinya. Namun, ia akan mengeluarkan tanduknya pada orang yang dianggapnya tidak sopan dan tidak menyukainya. "Apa sih mau mu by ? kenapa kau selalu membuatku menangis dan juga sakit hati ?" Tangis Rissa pecah ketika berdua dengan seorang pria dewasa berusia 30 tahun yang tak lain adalah kekasih sekaligus atasannya di kantor. Ken, ya pria itu hanya menatap gadis disebelahnya dengan pandangan datar dan tidak mengatakan sepatah kata untuk sekedar menenangkan dan menghibur kekasihnya yang masih menangis. Ia hanya membuang nafasnya kasar dan beralih pada kemudi didepannya dan menjalankan mobilnya keluar area halaman resto. "Sudah ku katakan berulang kali bukan,jangan cemburu pada hal - hal yang tidak penting seperti itu. Percaya dirilah jika hanya kau wanita yang akan aku nikahi." jawab Ken datar tanpa mengalihkan pandangannya pada jalanan. Sedangkan Rissa tidak menjawab perkataan Ken dan hanya membuang muka enggan melihat wajah sang kekasih yang dianggapnya tidak memiliki hati itu. Suasana dalam mobil hening hanya terdengar tangis yang ditahan dari bibir gadis cantik berbalut dress sifon peach selutut itu. "Cih.. dasar sialan, dia selalu saja membuatku cemburu dan menangisinya tanpa menenangkan ku. Lihat saja kau Ken sialan, akan ku balas kau.." batin Rissa yang merutuki sikap Ken yang tidak pernah mengatakan maaf padanya. Mampukan Rissa bertahan dalam hubungan yang mengesalkan bersama Ken si angkuh dan ingin menangnya sendiri ?

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."

Oftentimes, we hear about people who are lost in paradise with vague memories about their past. Within the same location, they could find their true love. It could be sweet, romantic, and exciting. But that is the very thing that Essi Paulsson is wary about. Her fiance, Oneil Mercator is missing and she has to take him back before their families might find out. Just when she has finally found him, there is a woman that stands in her way. Essi realized that there is more to fight; both for career and feelings. Racing against time, these two people will keep on recovering the lives that they lost. But with destiny’s trickery, can they try to pursue each other’s wishes after all?

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?"

Shania thought she had it all—her husband Adrian, her home, her future. But that illusion shattered the day her twin sister, Stephanie, appeared on her doorstep, cradling a baby that looked unmistakably like Adrian. The triumphant glint in Stephanie’s eyes delivered the truth: betrayal. Two facts now defined Shania’s life: 1) Her husband, whom she gave up everything for, had slept with her sister. 2) She became pregnant by a stranger after a drunken night, just 240 days after Adrian struck her. Enter Stefan—an enigmatic billionaire with his own dark past. He needed a woman whose name began with 'S' to carry his child. Unbeknownst to Shania, Stefan had been orchestrating her life from the shadows, drawn to her for reasons she could never have imagined. And now, a baby is involved, divorce papers are moving from one home to the lawyer, and a fresh new contract marriage is being drafted. Will Stefan reveal his secrets before it’s too late? And can Shania find the strength to confront her past and embrace the unexpected bond forming between them?

To inherit her late father’s company, Rachel Hartley must get married. She proposes a contract to Damian Westwood—wealthy, devastatingly handsome, and dangerously persuasive. But Damian has secrets, an ambition of his own. Their marriage is not about love, definitely, but about wealth. To him, she’s a pawn, a key to unlocking his own ambitions. Yet the closer they become, the more blurred the lines get between lies and truth, desire and betrayal. Rachel must decide if she can love a man who might ruin her or save her. In a marriage built on secrets, one truth could destroy everything.

Just because I ate one chicken leg more than my brother, my father kicked me out of the house in the middle of a snowstorm. Later on, my father of an archeologist dug up my body. Due to my missing head, he did not recognize me. Even when he saw that the body had the same scars as I did, he did not care. Later on, my mother dug out my heart and showed it to her students. "Today, we will study the heart of someone with congenital heart disease." She once said she would recognize me no matter what I looked like. Mom, now that the only thing left of me is my heart, do you still recognize me?

Celine has been hiding for years now–escaping from the marriage that her father wanted. Marrying someone she doesn't know for her is like killing herself in front of the church. She's a princess of a known country, and now she's living like a normal person. From branded clothes to cheap ones. From mansion to a small apartment. And now, she's working in a restaurant that her best friend owned. She's living now in the Philippines and still hiding her identity to everyone because she's afraid that someone might know her real identity, that's why she always puts on a wig and acts like a nerd. Everything's going smooth for her, then a man named Venz came. She never looks at the eyes of every man, but Venz was the exception. When she looked into his eyes, there's something that she couldn't explain. She thought that staring at that man's eyes would only happen once, but fate was playful when Venz asked her to be his fake significant other. Playing the song entitled "The way you look at me" —Christian Bautista

He owns the night of this city, so he should also possess the most delicate white rose of the nation, Serena, a girl nurtured by love and art, his pure prey. Even though his brother also desires Serena, he’s certain she’ll never escape the palm of his hand. But is that really the case? Because Serena came for one purpose; to destroy this ruthless mafia king. Who is the real prey?

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.