Kiss Now Lie Later

Di tengah keterbatasan waktu untuk menyelesaikan kasus gugatan pencemaran lingkungan secara class action terhadap perusahaan Orin, salah satu anak perusahaan TI Wollim, Sophie sebagai pengacara harus mengorek informasi dari seorang saksi di sebuah klub malam. Namun, karena pengaruh obat yang diam-diam dimasukkan saksi ke dalam minuman Sophie, gadis itu justru berakhir melakukan hubungan satu malam dengan seorang pria tampan yang menyelamatkannya, dan jatuh cinta pada pandangan pertama dengan pria tersebut. Masalah bertambah berat ketika Sophie mendapatkan perintah untuk menyamar sebagai karyawan di perusahaan Wollim guna mengorek informasi rahasia terkait kasus pencemaran, dan ternyata CEO Wollim adalah pria yang berhubungan satu malam dengannya, Neil Morianno, terlebih cinta pertama Sophie yang hingga saat ini belum dapat ia lupakan, berkerja di perusahaan Wollim sebagai Wakil CEO perusahaan tersebut. Konflik semakin meningkat ketika ia bukan hanya harus berhadapan dengan permasalahan cinta dan restu, tapi juga melibatkan program kecerdasan buatan, senjata biokimia, serta mafia.

เพราะความเบื่อหน่ายกับฉากหน้าแสนจอมปลอม เขาเลยอยากหาอะไรทำแก้เบื่อ จนได้มาเจอกับ เธอ หนึ่งในบุคลากรของมูลนิธิที่ครอบครัวเขาสร้างขึ้นมา และเธอคือผู้หญิงที่ถูกเลือกให้มาเป็นทาสรับใช้เขา...บนเตียง แต่เมื่อความซับซ้อนและความแค้น นำมาซึ่งความเจ็บปวด เมื่อเธอถูกเลือกให้ต้องมาเป็นเครื่องมือเพื่อผลประโยชน์สำหรับเขา การแสดงละครตบตาจึงเริ่มขึ้น หลอกให้เธอรัก หลอกให้เธอรอ หลอกให้เธอตายใจ และหลอกให้เธอตายทั้งเป็น ถ้าเธอรู้ว่าเขาไม่ได้รักเธอเลยแม้แต่เศษเสี้ยวชีวิตเธอจะเป็นยังไงในเมื่อเลือกรักคนผิด เอาชีวิตไปจมอยู่กับชายหนุ่มที่หลอกใช้เธอเพื่อการแก้แค้นของตัวเอง "โง่ ๆ แบบเธอหลอกง่ายดี" "ฉันจะทำให้คุณรู้ ว่าการตายอย่างทรมานทั้งเป็น มันเป็นยังไง" ไม่มีนอกกาย ไม่มีนอกใจค่ะ

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."

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?

After giving my son, Cameron Spencer, one of my corneas, he had a memory distortion and confused me for his father's childhood sweetheart, Joanna Lister. Such dreadful news caused me to be in so much pain that I refused to wake up. However, during the time that I was semiconscious, I heard my son and my husband's conversation. "Dad, does this mean Joanna will keep me company in the future?" "Yes, it does. You've put on a great act, son!" My attending surgeon couldn't stand their heartlessness and said, "Mr. Spencer, your son’s eyes are fine, but you lied to Mrs. Spencer in order for her to donate her cornea for Ms. Lister. If Mrs. Spencer finds out, I'm afraid..." "There's nothing to be afraid of. She loves Cameron and me so much and she's an orphan as well. There's nowhere she could go after leaving us. Joanna's all alone in this city and she's almost gone blind. We can't waste any more time!" I lay on the bed as my hopeless tears soaked the pillow. All they cared about was Joanna. But what they didn't know was that I was dying due to the operation.

เขาเป็นหลานชายเจ้าของ มหาวิทยาลัยอันดับหนึ่งในกรุงเบอร์ลิน ร่ำรวย มหาศาลมีผู้หญิงมากหน้าหลายตาเข้าหาแต่ทว่า เขากลับสนใจเพียงเด็กทุนของย่าตัวเอง แต่มันก็เป็นเพียงความรู้สึกอยากได้ชั่วครั้ง ชั่วคราว นั่นจึงทำให้เขาเลือกที่จะเป็นฝ่ายเข้าหาเธอก่อนทั้งๆที่มีว่าที่คู่หมั้นอยู่แล้ว อีกทั้งยังยอมทำทุกอย่างเพื่อให้ได้เธอมา แม้จะต้องหลอกลวงเธอว่ารักก็ตาม "เธอเป็นคนแรกที่เขายอมเข้าหาก่อน...แต่ก็ไม่ได้ หมายความว่าจะเป็นคนสุดท้ายที่หยุดเขาได้"

“You are to be his wife in every possible way, except for in your heart.” Ursa Romanova, famously known as the leftover princess, had experienced a war her entire life-- and now, she would be thrown right into the middle of it. After her people's sworn enemy, the Vasils, overtook her country, they demanded only one thing: Ursa's hand in marriage. As Ursa grows closer to her new husband, she finds herself forced to make some difficult decisions: her husband, or her family?

When I woke up that morning and happened to glance at the mirror, a scream tore from my throat before I could stop it. Because on the face I had always taken such pride in, there was now a jagged, horrifying scar. As terror gripped me, a cool, detached female voice cut through the air beside me. "What are you shrieking about so early in the morning? Scared by your own ugly face?" I looked up in shock and realized the voice belonged to my girlfriend, Alicia. Only—she wasn't the same girl from yesterday. Gone was the youthful innocence I remembered. In its place, every movement, every glance radiated the allure of a mature woman. The words slipped out before I could hold them back. "Babe… you're gorgeous…" But Alicia's brows knit together, her gaze colder than ice. "Kurt, drop the act!" Act? I was at a loss. Why would she accuse me of pretending? "Don't call me the way you used to five years ago. It's disgusting." Five years ago? But… I'm still twenty-three… am I not?

A liar gas has invaded the world permanently. Nobody can lie, else an instant . Ariyah has commited herself to remaining silent for the rest of her life. Her family thinks it is just because she is afraid of , but how can she hide the fact that she is bisexual now that she can't lie? Will she come out to everyone and move on with life or will she let the liar gas rule her world and make her a mute, till she actually dies?You can't lie!

The most powerful Godfather in the mafia underworld—Dante Costello—had an expensive diamond signet ring custom-made to fit my finger perfectly and sent straight to our home. He said that whoever could wear the ring would become the lady of his family. The Monroe family had long since fallen from grace. All that remained were four women. On ordinary days, we fought endlessly, tearing each other apart. Every single one of us wanted to marry Dante because marrying him meant preserving a life of dignity and comfort. In the first life, the fake heiress, Blair, secretly had the ring resized smaller and married into the family. Dante took one look at her, then had her thrown into the river to drown. “Not her.” In the second life, my cousin, Chloe, underwent plastic surgery to alter her fingers and force the ring on. Dante gifted her a staged car accident. “Still not her.” In the third life, my stepmother, Catherine, clenched her teeth and forced the ring onto her finger. Her blood hadn’t even dried when she married Dante. He coldly slashed her face, then locked her in the basement, where she slowly wasted away until death. By the fourth life, all three of them were terrified. None of them dared to marry him anymore, so they hurriedly pushed me forward instead. I put on the ring. This time, the size was perfect. Just when I thought my good days had finally begun, Dante stabbed me to death on our wedding night, his eyes burning red with madness. After my rebirth, the consigliere of the Dante family delivered the ring once again. This time, all four of us avoided it like the plague.