What Lies Behind Closed Doors

In my dormitory, there was a poor student. With all the good intentions in the world, my roommates and I were eager to help her, not realizing how much our help would cost. She wasn't impressed by the hairdryer we offered, insisting on borrowing a branded one instead. The skincare products we gave her? They were applied to her feet. And, as if that wasn't enough, she specifically demanded luxury face cream. One day, I lent her my tablet to look up some information, and to my surprise, she secretly opened up my gaming app, spent all the diamonds and reward tickets I had saved for half a year, and left me empty-handed. When I asked her to pay me back, she turned the tables and posted a public message online, accusing me. "I'm just a poor student from the countryside, never played games before. Are the materials in the game really worth this much?" Before I knew it, the comment section was flooded with criticisms of me. In a fit of frustration, I fired back with a post of my own, throwing her into the spotlight. "Well, I suppose you've never tasted the bitterness of being cyberbullied, have you?"

At sixty-five, I got served divorce papers. The same day, my husband Sebastian — decked out in his wedding suit, of all things — popped a handful of sleeping pills in a suicide attempt. For years, we were the perfect couple. The kind of pair neighbors whispered about with envy. I couldn't wrap my head around it. The divorce. The pills. None of it made sense. Not until I found the photo and letter in his pocket.

My childhood sweetheart has aplastic anemia and desperately needs a bone marrow transplant. His brother agrees to help, but there's a catch. "I can save him, but you need to marry me." My lover ultimately dies because of medical negligence. I'm heartbroken but still marry Martin Steinfeld per my promise. During the wedding, he gets on one knee before me. His gaze is loving as he says, "I'll treat you well for life, Audrey Lynch. I'll be a thousand times better than Henry; I won't let you shed another tear." I look at his face, which is so much like Henry Steinfeld's. I believe him. Three years after our marriage, I'm five months along when I stumble upon Martin with his mistress. He wraps an arm around her and sighs. "She still can't forget about that dead guy despite us being married for so long. She's not like you, who only has eyes for me. "If not for her insisting on marrying Henry and ruining my future, I wouldn't have had to take my own brother down so much earlier than planned." My blood runs cold, and I tremble all over. Hatred consumes me, and I only have one thought—I have to destroy Martin!

Catherine Hale was wolfless and broken. After her pack was slaughtered, she became a glorified slave to the cruel Crescent Pack. When the Alpha’s son, Ben, publicly humiliated on the mating ceremony night, shattered and numb, Catherine made a deal with the devil. She volunteered to become a spy in the rival Red River Pack. But before then, on that same night and in a moment of vengeful rage, she threw herself at a dangerous stranger in the shadows. She didn’t know he was Alpha Adrian, the same merciless alpha she was sent to destroy. One night of angry, explosive passion changed everything. Now trapped in enemy territory as the official treaty envoy, Catherine is playing the deadliest game of her life. Every touch from Adrian sets her on fire. Every secret she steals makes her question everything. And the more she tries to betray him, the deeper she falls into his bed… and his claim. In a world of blood, betrayal, and war, one thing is certain: Catherine will either return home with the power to destroy the Crescent Pack… or she’ll burn it all down at the side of the ruthless alpha who refuses to let her go.

Si Teresa, nag iisang anak at tagapagmana. Sampung taong gulang pa lamang siya ng mamatay ang kanyang mahal na ina.She grew up and hide her loneliness on parties with girlfriends,she portrays a happy go lucky life. But rumors follow her in everywhere she go, at ang pinakamalupit sa lahat ay ang bali-balitang babae ang gusto niya. Alexander is used to living with society criminals in the mafia.But planned to change his path after meeting Romolo Plaza, Teresa's dad.At ano ang gagawin nang binata kung hilingin nito na pakasalan niya ang dalaga?could he marry a brat ten years younger,and would she deny the strong feelings that only a man like Alexander could arouse in her heart? **** Bahagyang inilayo ng binata ang mga labi sa kanya at bumaba sa makinis niyang leeg. She tilted her head backwards and he whispered on her neck as he kissed her there. "Oh sugar,you're driving me wild. Tell me,does any of your so called girlfriends kissed you like this? Ilang segundo bago niya naintindihan ang ibig nitong sabihin.

After pursuing Yves Chapman for five years, he finally agrees to marry me. Two months before the wedding, I get into an accident. I call him thrice, but he rejects my call each time. It's only because Clarisse Tatcher advises him to give me the cold shoulder for a while to stop me from pestering him. When I crawl out of that valley, I'm covered in injuries. My right hand has a comminuted fracture. At that moment, I finally understand that certain things can't be forced. But after that, he starts to wait outside my door, his eyes red as he asks me to also give him five years.

I once saved Jonathan’s life, but he never knew it was me. Instead, he gave his heart to my younger sister, Seraphina. When tragedy struck, I became the villain in everyone's story especially in Jonathan's story. Years later, a forced marriage filled with resentment and silence, binds us together. When my sister returns, healed and ready to reclaim Jonathan, I walk away only to discover something that will change the course of my fate. I rebuild myself from nothing, rising into power. But the past begins to resurface, and the truth comes out about an unquestioned detail in our childhood memory, and the person I trusted the most was the reason my life was destroyed. Now Jonathan wants forgiveness but this time, I'll only seek the truth even if it burns us all.

Eureka was forced into a marriage with Raymond Blackwood, the CEO who never wanted her. Lies, betrayal, and a broken heart sent her running.   Years later, she returns successful, with a teenage boy Raymond doesn’t even know exist, and the quest to find her daughter because she gave birth to twins, but one was stolen. When fate brings them together again, the truth behind their broken marriage starts to surface.   Can Raymond fix the damage he caused, or is it too late for forgiveness and love?

On Christmas Eve, my father got the man I had secretly loved for ten years drunk and sent him to my bed. When I woke up the next morning, Roy pulled away from my attempt at a good-morning kiss. His voice was cold and distant as he agreed to marry me. After the wedding, Roy wasted no time submitting a transfer request. He took an overseas post and left. He did not return for five years. I gave birth to our daughter, Eve, alone and waited for him to come back home. When I heard that Roy had finally applied to return to a domestic position, I was overjoyed. I spent days preparing, imagining our first reunion as husband and wife. But even when the clock struck midnight, he still hadn't come home. Our daughter, ever so thoughtful, placed her most treasured possession—a photograph of Roy—into my hands. "Don't cry, Mommy," she said softly. "Look, Daddy's right here." I tried to convince myself that his absence was due to a delayed flight. But later that night, while watching the news, I saw him. He was on a crowded city street, holding a young girl in his arms. Beside him stood a woman, her smile soft and warm. Facing the camera, Roy said, "Being with them is my greatest wish." At that moment, something inside me broke. I wrote up the divorce papers, packed our things, and planned to take Eve to change her identity. I didn't want him anymore. The day before we left, a man I had never met came to see me. He was Roy's father. "You could call me Dad," he said, a faint smile playing on his lips. "But I'd rather you call me Ryan." I told him everything about the past five years—how I had waited, how I had hoped. When I finished, he laughed softly, an unusual warmth in his voice. "If it was just business," he said, "perhaps your father should have tied a bow around me and sent me to your bed instead. But I hold my liquor well—if I ever end up wrapped in a bow, you can be sure it's by choice."

In the fifth year of my marriage to Kevin Gray, he, a sailor, is reported dead during a mission at sea. When his twin brother brings home his ashes, I break down and sob until I can barely breathe. Nothing can stand in the way of our love—not even death... or so I think. Grief consumes me. I cannot accept the reality of losing him. I try to end my life five times. Every time, Kevin's mother or his brother saves me. They plead with me to let go, to live on. After all, Kevin's last wish was for me to find happiness in every day of the life I had left. But in the third month of mourning, I discover the truth—he never died. He lied to me. He took his twin brother's identity and spent his days by Evelyn Stewart's side. He told me he still loved me, that he couldn't live without me, and that everything he was doing had a reason. He said he'd explain everything after Evelyn gave birth. To protect Evelyn and her unborn child, he asked me to move out for a while—just temporarily, until the baby was born. Then, he promised to bring me home again. Kevin, don't bother coming to get me. I'm not coming back.