The Eyes Never Lie Quotes

For three years, Jared never touched Lucia. But late at night, he'd sneak off and get off to a photo of Alice—her so-called sister. Lucia didn't find out until she saw his phone by accident. That's when it hit her—he only married her for revenge. She was the real heiress, swapped at birth. But when she came back, everyone acted like she'd stolen Alice's life. Crushed, Lucia walked away. Back to her true family. What she didn't expect? Jared losing his mind, tearing through the world trying to find her.

It is a forced marriage. They both forced because of a business in their family. Everlynne is a doctor in a famous hospital of her father. Azrael, on the other hand, is a Mafia boss who had a previous relationship and was unexpectedly forced to break up with his girlfriend due to a forced marriage.

Alicia Kenboe, a queen who is away in prison. She drank poison and died, despondent and without hope. However, unknown to her, the deity granted her a second chance at life. She was twelve all over again. And she would live her life differently this time. Six years later, she chooses to become Queen of Ehrlich... "If you want me to withdraw the marriage proposal, I can't." "Marry me for a year and then divorce." And this time, their marriage would be limited to a year. She knew a husband who was different than before... She tried not to love him again, but her heart kept trembling.

After being betrayed by her stepsister and cast out by the people she once called family, Olivia is banished from her pack, stripped of her title, her home, and her dignity. Now, she’s being forced into marriage with Ryan Blackwood, a cold, crippled billionaire who makes it clear he doesn’t want her and vows to make her life miserable. As if that isn’t enough, she’s lost her wolf… and gained weight she can’t explain. But fate has other plans. As buried secrets begin to surface and unexpected sparks ignite between them, Olivia finds herself caught between a dangerous past that refuses to die and a love she never saw coming. Now, torn between revenge, desire, and destiny, Olivia must decide where her heart and her future truly belong.

Adeline Amadeo, the perfect house wife who tends to her hardworking husband. Lucian Amadeo, Adeline's cold husband and the chief executive officer of the Amadeo Enterprise, a company well-known in different industries. Their marriage wasn't made from love, it's a contractual marriage that was pushed by Lucian's mother. That was also the reason why Lucian has the tendency to cheat with other women, but Adeline tried to understand. Until that day came, Adeline and her husband had a car accident. She was comatose for five years, while her husband survived to that unfortunate accident. She expected coldness from her husband when she finally woke up from the coma, but it was the opposite. Her husband, who was cold as ice, was now warm as the sun. He was an entirely different person, it was like he's a doppelganger.

When a mysterious Alpha wolf crashes into her life, Maya discovers that love can be dangerous, irresistible, and bound by more than choice. Drawn together by fate, she and Aiden share a connection neither can deny—a bond that ignites passion, tests loyalty, and awakens a power that could destroy them both. But when a rival Alpha threatens everything they hold dear, Maya must embrace the truth of their bond… or lose the man—and the love—she was never expecting.

After being severely hurt by my husband once again, a reporter comes to me. "Ma'am, wasn't your husband one of the 'Top Ten Most Touching People' ten years ago after he saved you during the earthquake and ended up paralyzed on one side?" I nodded silently. "Ma'am, we're from the TV station, and we're preparing to do a program on the earthquake." I secretly rub my bruised arm and stare at him. "Alright, but could you film it covertly? My husband isn't comfortable with so many cameras around." But to my surprise, on the first day of filming, I end up getting wildly cursed at online.

The Rossi mafia family followed an ancestral rule. Before marriage, the heir received one chance each year to draw lots. Drawing a fortunate lot meant he could choose his own spouse and avoid an arranged marriage. Dante Rossi drew an unfortunate lot for five consecutive years, and I, who had been dating him for seven years, never managed to marry him. This year marked the sixth year. I overheard his conversation with Marco Valentino, the Underboss. "Mr. Rossi, you drew a fortunate lot again." Dante's voice carried an unprecedented coldness. "Same as always, switch it to an unfortunate lot." Marco hesitated, then tried to persuade him. "Mr. Rossi, you've switched it for five years straight. Aren't you worried Celia will leave? Celia's the most beautiful woman in Nopales. Half the men in the city are chasing her." Dante said with absolute certainty, "She won't. Celia loves me too much. She won't marry anyone else. "Years ago, Livia's father died saving me. His dying wish was for me to stay by her side for five years. After this year ends, I'll give Celia a grand wedding as compensation." My last shred of hope died after I heard those words. Dante probably did not know that the Rossi family had one final ancestral rule. If the heir failed to draw a fortunate lot six times, he would lose the right to choose his own marriage. Moreover, I would soon be marrying someone else.

Arielle Santos 24 years old never imagined that her life would be written for her — even her love story. She was raised in a modest family, a dreamer who painted her hopes in colors only she could see. But one evening, her world collapsed when her parents revealed the truth: to save their family from bankruptcy, she had to marry the son of their business partner — Evan Monteverde, the 28 years old, cold and distant heir of one of the country’s most powerful companies. Evan didn’t believe in love. To him, emotions were distractions — weaknesses that could ruin a man. He had long promised himself never to trust feelings again after being betrayed by someone he once loved. So when his father announced his arranged marriage with a woman he barely knew, he didn’t protest for love’s sake — only to end the endless lectures about “duty” and “family legacy.” Their wedding day was perfect — at least in the eyes of the guests. But behind the veil and the smiles, two strangers stood at the altar, reciting vows they didn’t mean. The words “I do”echoed in the church, but neither of them truly did. After the ceremony, they made a deal — they would live together for one year, play their roles for the sake of appearances, and then quietly separate. No love. No expectations. Just peace. But peace was harder to keep than they thought.

I spent five years as Dominic Santoro’s wife in name only. Five years hidden behind closed doors, buried under his sheets, erased from his world. When he finally agreed to take me back to Chicago—to stand beside him, to be seen—I thought I had won. I bought a new dress. Soft. Elegant. Worthy of a Don’s woman. The night before we left, he looked at me through the mirror and said calmly, “Take the makeup off. Change into pants.” I asked why. He adjusted his cufflinks like I was nothing more than background noise. “Juliana Lancaster is back. Tonight is our engagement.” Russian Bratva. Lancaster blood. A marriage alliance. Seeing my silence, he laughed—careless, cruel. “What’s with that look? Didn’t we agree on this when we married? Brotherhood. Loyalty. No love.” Then he turned, eyes sharp and mocking. “Victoria Miller… you didn’t actually fall in love with me, did you?” I stood there, frozen. Because inside the inner pocket of his tailored suit— was my pregnancy report. And the Don of Chicago had no idea the woman he was about to sacrifice was carrying his heir.