Badut Part 2 Lirik

Prologue: Moi: Mais papa enfin! Lui: N'insistes pas ma décision est prise. Moi: Tu n'as même pas essayer de m'écouter! Elle: Quand l'homme parle, la femme écoute et se tait. Moi: Maman!... 0_0... Je n'arrive pas à croire qu'elle soutienne la décision de papa. Qu'est-ce que je dis?... Elle a toujours été de son côté de toute fâçon. Mais j'espérais pour une fois qu'elle prenne ma défense vu les enjeux. Moi: comment vous pouvez prendre de telles décisions? Lui: Ce n'est pas à toi de décider ma fille mais à moi. Et j'estime que tu as trop fait l'école. Dans nos traditions la femme ne doit même pas y mettre les pieds mais toi tu y es allée alors maintenant c'est fini. Moi:...mais... Quoi? À cause de ces stupides traditions encore?...je ne sais même plus quoi dire, quoi faire pour les convaincre de me laisser continuer.

At the party for our first wedding anniversary, I hit the floor—face-first on a red carpet, gasping like a fish out of water. Carlo Pipino, my husband, had his arm draped around Gianna Verde, his childhood flame, sipping champagne and laughing. Gianna knew I was allergic to nuts. So, obviously, she bathed everything in hazelnut dressing. One bite and boom—my throat locked, my lungs lit up, and hives popped like confetti. I reached for my allergy meds—came up with a fistful of melted M&Ms instead. Gianna laughed when she saw my face. "Surprise! Carlo swapped your meds. Seriously, Siena, one nut? Dramatic much?" I slid off my chair, wheezing, while the crowd placed bets on how long my "performance" would last. "Carlo... my meds..." I croaked. "Please. I'm gonna die." He sighed, annoyed. "God, you're so dramatic. Why do women always play dead for attention? You know I love you. Just stop this show already." Right then, my heart shattered faster than my lungs could. I stopped begging. Hit the distress signal. Called my real family.

Arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, Mafia/cartel romance As the only daughter of the Kansas City capo, at eighteen years of age, I was given to the son of my father’s consigliere, a man who was expected to accomplish great things for the famiglia. Things didn’t go the way we planned. There wasn’t love. My husband was a traitor, taking part in a coup against the famiglia. He’s now dead. I’m free. Until the fateful night my brother, our new capo, informs me that I’ve once again been promised in marriage. He explains that as a childless widow and the daughter of the late capo dei capi, I am desired. Requested. Aléjandro Roríguez is the son of the leader of the Roríguez cartel. My brother married a woman from the cartel, securing the Mafia/cartel alliance. He says that it’s now my turn. I’ve only met my future husband a few times, but I know without a doubt that I don’t like him. Loving him is impossible. I’ve lived in a marriage without love. I won’t do it again. Aléjandro lives a dangerous existence. Death saved me once before. Maybe it will again. Have you been Aleatha’d?

Meet Cameron Ezekiel MacMillan, all six feet, two inches tall. Ice blue eyes that can melt off your panties, and make you fall head over heels in love with him, with a sinfully gorgeous body. Cameron lost his wife five years ago, left alone with two kids; Summer and Spring, five and seven years respectively. All he wanted was a good nanny who wouldn't quit after a month or few weeks, not a purple-eyed woman who would make his heart race like never before. He hated the way she made him feel because he knew that feeling came with a weakness, one he couldn't afford while being the CEO of a multinational company. Meet Ruby Miller, all five foot five tall, with a very sexy figure, even though she wasn't really aware of her shape that way. Rare purple eyes that feel like they are looking into your soul, with kissable lips. Aside from that, losing people and things were her specialty. Five years ago, she had lost her parents, and now, her job, and her boyfriend just broke up with her. Finding a new job to tide over before going to law school was the plan, not falling for her boss. It is a billionaire-nanny story. Enjoy!

Sohla Kim has everything you could want in life. Born rich and smart, to a family that has status, money, and power, while dominating the investment world. A pre-set betrothment to her childhood best friend, Jyeon Park. The handsome, equally wealthy, and smart, future heir of OLO, their joint family company. An unbreakable bond between two families, a future that looks bright and rosy. Only the perfect picture is only that, and ten years on, alone, holding her head above water, in a loveless marriage laced with tragedy, her entire world is turned upside down. Everything she thought she had and knew comes crashing down one fateful night. New waters, new faces, and a denial of the past will bring her back full circle to really question everything she was born for. Was it always about money? Was she always a tool to elevate Jyeon to higher levels? Did none of them really love her?

On the third day after my death, Eliza Sutton received the call to claim my body. She was resting in another man's arms. She said nonchalantly, "He's dead, huh? Just cremate it and call me afterward." My body was fed to the flames and reduced to ashes. When the staff were done, they contacted Eliza again. Irritation flashed in her eyes as she snapped, "I heard you. I'm on my way."

“No! Please, Santiago--” I whimpered, as his hand seized my wrist with an iron grip, yanking me forward, dragging me effortlessly toward the chair he had pulled into the center of the room the night before. The symbol of my humiliation. He stopped right in front of the chair, spinning me around, facing him. "You want me to be your monster, mi ángel?" His hand grabbed my throat, tilting my chin up until my eyes locked with his dark gaze. I flinched from the sudden movement. "Cause I’ll be your favorite monster — just say the word, cariño." Santiago’s face hovered only inches from mine. His lips so close, I could taste the sweetness of his breath — once making butterflies take flight in my stomach, now curdling my insides into a cold, suffocating fear. Slowly, his free hand rose toward my face. I held my breath. His touch was deceptively soft and gentle, caressing my cheek. His thumb lingered against my lips, tracing them slowly, his eyes fixed there as he spoke — his voice soft, yet heavy with menace. "Divorce is not an option, mi amor. We took a vow five years ago. Remember?" He finally lifted his gaze to meet mine, catching every flicker of fear before he delivered his last words like a verdict: "Till death do us part."

Menikah dengan pria yang baru ditemuinya dalam hitungan hari tidak masuk dalam bayangan dan juga pikiran Naila. Permasalahan dengan pria dari masa lalunya telah selesai tapi tidak dengan dokter yang dijanjikan sebuah jawaban, dan Naila tidak akan bisa menjawab apapun pada dokter tersebut yang tidak lain adalah sahabat sepupunya. Irwan menikahi Naila karena pertemuan pertama saat melamar kerja di cafe milik ayah Naila, pertemuan kedua tanpa sengaja membuat Irwan yakin untuk menikahi Naila. Kemudahan di dapat dengan kehadiran saudaranya yang memiliki hubungan dekat dengan keluarga Naila, saat itu juga Irwan memutuskan menikahi Naila dengan kesederhanaan ketika mereka liburan. Apa tujuan Irwan menikahi Naila? Cinta atau ada sesuatu hal lain? Bagaimana dengan masa lalu Naila?

'ไม่อยากเป็นแล้วเพื่อน ขอเลื่อนสถานะได้ไหม?' เมื่อเพื่อนสนิทตั้งแต่วัยเด็กเริ่มคิดไม่ซื่อ ได้แต่เก็บงำความรู้สึกเอาไว้ในก้นบึ้งของหัวใจ เพื่อรักษาสถานะความเป็นเพื่อนให้คงเดิม ทั้งที่รู้อยู่ในอกว่าเขาเริ่มคิดกับเธอมากกว่าคำว่า เพื่อน

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