One Of Us Is Lying Cast

Emily, adopted at eleven years old by a very rich socialite after ten years of being placed from one foster home to the other. She was given a life of luxury and groomed for seven years for a role she didn’t know about. At eighteen, she began her life as a -worker, lacking companionship and love, she never experienced it until she had a one-night stand with a handsome stranger. One-night of passion that changes everything. Damian grew up privileged, he had it all; looks, money, charm, success and endless array of beautiful women who threw themselves at him. He then met Emily, a breath of fresh air. Their one-night-stand together ignited something in him, he wanted to own and possess her, but Emily had other plans. Will he be able to get what he wants? Will he be able to claim her? Or will her secrets crush or destroy any chance they have at being together?

Love that was tested by faith and time. Ganyan ang story nila Emelyn at Damian. They were separated by a tragedy. Ang isa ay nawala habang ang isa ay nag hahanap... at sa muling pagtatagpo nila ay iba na ang katauhan ng isa.. "Ikaw ang asawa ko, and I will prove it to you..." sabi ni Damian sa kanya. "Hindi ako ang asawa mo! bakit ba ang kulit mo?" hinapit siya nito sa bewang at napipikong tinitigan siya sa mata. "You are mine! rightfully mine! sa ayaw at sa gusto mo!" and then he seal it with a kiss, a very deep kiss na parang pati kaluluwa niya ay matatangay nito.

นิยายโรมานซ์มีเรท NC20+ ฟิลกู้ด และ ฟิน เพราะปาร์ตี้สละโสด หรือเพราะอะไรก็ตามที่ดลใจให้เธอ ซินเดีย ทรงโอสถ ยินยอมเสียความสาวในคืนวันไนท์สแตนด์ให้กับหนุ่มหล่อดีกรีนักเรียนทุนปริญญาโท ทิ้งเงินไว้ให้เล็กน้อยเป็นค่ารถกลับเป็นค่าขึ้นครู คิดเพียงว่าคงไม่ได้เจอกันอีก แต่โลกมันกลมอย่างไม่น่าเชื่อ เมื่อสี่ปีต่อมา ผู้ชายคนนั้นโผล่เข้ามาในชีวิตอีกครั้ง พร้อมตำแหน่งประธานบริษัทคนใหม่ อีธาน สมิท หนุ่มไทยบุตรบุญธรรมเจ้าของบริษัทสายการบินชั้นนำ เข้ารับตำแหน่งประธานบริษัทที่เมืองไทย การมาในครั้งนี้ทำให้เขาพบกับเธออีกครั้ง สาวสวยที่ยอมให้เขาได้เปิดซิง แล้วทิ้งเงินค่าครูไว้ให้สิบดอลลาร์ข้างหัวเตียง แล้วหายเข้ากลีบเมฆไปตลอดกาล คงเป็นโชคชะตาหรือจังหวะชีวิตที่ทำให้เขาออกล่าเหยื่อตัวแสบคนนี้อีกครั้ง อย่างเสือหิวที่ไม่ได้เจอเหยื่อมานาน แต่เหยื่อสุดแสบก็ใช่ว่าจะยอมด้วยง่าย ๆ เหมือนคราวที่แล้ว ทำให้เขาต้องออกแรงเสียเหงื่อสักหน่อยจึงได้ขย้ำสมใจ

One Passionate Night Katarina was devasted after seeing her boyfriend, f**king other woman and pushing her away. Thinking that for many years that they spend together, Dark only seen her as someone that he can't f**k. But little did she know that she's being desired all the time, by a guy who's breaking in into her house, watching every inch of her movements. What will happen if Katarina knew that the man she used to rely on is the man who's following her all the time?

Kezia Chloe Villanueva smart, pretty, brave and talented. she's a princess of Villanueva clan. Iniingatan at Inaalagaan. Over protective sa kanya ang nag-iisang kapatid na si Lucas at ang tatlo nitong pinsan. Pati na rin ang dalawa niyang kababata. Minsan na rin siyang napag-kamalan na tomboy dahil lagi niyang nakakasama ang mga ito. Minsan din ay napapaaway siya dahil sa mga girlfriends ng kanyang pinsan at kababata dahil sa selos o kung hindi naman napag-kakamalan siya na isa sa mga Girlfriend ng mga ito. Her life was going happily, Until one day the person she didn't expect came back. The person she forgot, The person she cried, The person who left her without knowing the reason, Left without even saying goodbye. And also one of her childhood friend. Will she be able to face it again? Especially now, that they live in the same house?

Roseline's stomach turned and her fist clenched tightly around the handle of the big travel box beside her. She heard the clanging sound of the metallic head of Thompson's belt meeting the ground. Next, quite footsteps. Then, Thompson appeared in her view, like a ghost she didn't believe existed. He was completely bare, with his hairy chest rising and falling slowly, his cock shooting out in front like a gun ready to be fired, his balls bloated from desire, swinging from side to side as he walked closer to bed. Roseline's feet stuck to the ground and her eyes refused to blink as they looked on. "That's it, my boy. Hmm! I like what I see", the red hair gasped, rolling her eyes longingly at Thompson. As Thompson climbed unto the bed, his eyes totally locked in hers, she drew her breasts closer him, then, proceeded to rock the big pumpkins against the flushed skin of his face. "You like them?", she asked, moaning lightly. Thompson paused. Then, in a defiant move of uncontrollable desire, dug his chin into her breasts, burying his entire face in them. "Ouch", she gasped, then broke into a weak laugh, pushing his head more into her chest. "The damn bra", she spoke again, twisting uncomfortably as she threw her hands behind her to unhook the material. But Thompson caught her hands. Without words, his head still hidden in her cleavage, he slowly returned her hands to his head. Obliging to his silent command, she cackled loudly, pressing her chest even more into his face and then, with her tongue, glided across his neck and ears hungrily. Roseline froze. She wanted to scream but in that moment, she forgot how to.

She married him for revenge. They say grief makes you fragile. They're wrong. Six months ago, Carmela Ferrara’s sister Elena died under the protection of the one man that was supposed to keep her safe—Don Gabriele Conti. Her husband. Now Carmela has one goal: revenge. But nothing in the mafia is ever as simple as it seems. Gabriele is dangerous, damaged, and hiding deadly secrets about the night Elena died. And the closer Carmela gets to destroying him, the more she realizes her sister's death wasn't what everyone believes. In a world built on blood and betrayal, where every vow is a weapon and trust is fatal, Carmela must choose: continue her revenge or uncover the truth. Because the real killer is closer than she thinks. And in the mafia, that mistake could cost her everything. Some vows are made to be kept. Others are made to ruin. 'Til vengeance do us part. An enemies-to-lovers, dark, morally gray romance novel built on revenge, betrayal, self-destruction and revenge.

Would you rather live apart… or die together? She survives a plane crash and wakes up in a hidden village with rules stranger than death itself. Here, men and women who are not married cannot be seen together. The punishment? Public beheading. But when she meets Yoké, the mysterious, magnetic villager who makes her heart race, one rule becomes impossible to obey. Every stolen glance is a risk. Every touch is a death sentence. And yet, she cannot stay away. ★Prequel to Till Death Do Us Part

She never belonged in his world, and he never wanted her in it. When Nora lands a job at the prestigious Sterling Capital Enterprises, she knows it’s her one chance to escape poverty and prove that success isn’t just for the wealthy. But when a secretary’s mistake places her under the cold, dismissive, and dangerously handsome billionaire Adrian Sterling, she realizes survival in his world will take more than determination—it’ll take everything she has. To him, she’s an inconvenience. To his father, she’s an embarrassment. And to the woman he’s supposed to marry, she’s nothing but a nuisance. Yet, no matter how much they clash, an undeniable pull keeps them from walking away. But when past wounds, family expectations, and an arranged marriage threaten to rip them apart, they’re forced to ask: Are they strong enough to fight for what they shouldn’t want? Or is the weight of them too heavy to bear? .

On my birthday, the dining table was loaded with all my favorites. My mom had been cooking and baking the entire afternoon, insisting everything be perfect for when Mike got home from work so we could celebrate together. But then, he called and said his first love had been drugged at a bar, and he had to go help her. I stopped him and begged him not to go. Mike snapped at me. "Jesus, Em, don’t pull this jealous wife crap. She’s alone, defenseless, and unconscious—I can't let some random dude take advantage of her!" My mother heard those words and was so enraged that she had a heart attack. She died on the spot. Just like that, my mom died on my birthday. I called Mike, asking him to attend my mom's funeral. But before he could reply, I saw Cathy Miller's latest Instagram post, captioned: [Mikey… after all these years, it was always you.] Mike had liked it. My thumb moved before my brain caught up, typing out the only words that mattered: [A homewrecker and a lying bastard. Hope you rot together.]