Congratulations Songs Lyrics Novels & Stories

Ako si Anne Villar Tambalos, 25 years old. May nobyo ako for 3 years at may balak na kaming magpakasal. Sya si Conrad Lim, galing sa mayamang angkan sa Bohol. Akala ko ay ito na ang lalaking para sa akin pero hindi pala.  Nahuli ko itong nagmu-mukbang sa talaba ng ibang babae. Labis akong nasaktan dahil dalawang buwan na lang ay kasal namin.  Lahat sama ng loob ay sinabi ko sa'kin ina. Kaya agad akong pinayuhan na mag-move on ako, dahil hindi lang ito lalake sa mundo.  Kahit masakit ay kinailangan kong mag-move on sa kabiguan ng pag-ibig.  Isang araw niyaya nila akong mag-bar upang mabawasan ang sakit na aking nararamdaman. Agad akong sumama dahil naroon naman si Celyn kaya walang dapat ipag-alala.  Hindi ko alam naparami ang nainom namin. Kaya nagawa kong makipag-siping sa isang estrangherong lalake.  "Congratulations, you're 1 week pregnant!" parang bombang sumabog na aking pandinig. Hindi ko akalain magbubunga pala ang isang gabing pinagsaluhan namin estrangherong lalake. Dahil sa takot nagtago ako dala-dala ang aming anak sa aking sinapupunan at umalis patungo sa Maynila kasama ang aking kaibigan.  Masaya sana dahil natakasan ko ang dalawang lalaking naging malaking parte pagbabago sa buhay ko. Pero ang ama aking anak ay syang magiging Boss ko pala. Dahilan upang magkunwari ako na hindi ko ito kilala o nakita man lang.  Siya si Dixon Stanley Floyd, multi- billionaire. Hanggang umeksena ang kanyang ina at pinagbintangan ako ng isang bagay na hindi ginawa. Hindi man lang kasi ako pinagtanggol ni Dixon sa kanyang ina.  Hanggang niluwal ko ang anak namin, na sya namang muling pagpapakita ng aking ex. Humingi ito ng tawad sa kanyang ginawa noong nagtaksil ito sa'kin. Nais itong tumayong ama sa'king anak.  "Hihintayin ko ang sagot mo, babalik ako bukas. Kaya pag-isipan mo ang aking sinabi!" saad nito, saka tuluyang umalis.

Three years earlier, my adoptive parents were arrested for human trafficking, and the police finally tracked down my biological family. However, tragedy struck before they could bring me home. They were involved in a car accident on their way to pick me up. My parents and younger sister were killed instantly. Only my older brother, Derrick, survived because he had been working overtime that night. Not long after the accident, he was diagnosed with ALS. When we finally met, hatred filled his eyes. “If it were not for you, our family would still be together.” From that moment, I carried the weight of three deaths on my shoulders. I also took responsibility for the debt left behind by the accident, along with the rest of Derrick’s life. I dropped out of school and worked four jobs at the same time. When I felt hungry, I survived on cheap bread. When I became sick, I endured it and kept going. Every dollar I earned went toward Derrick’s medication. For three years, that was my life. Until one day, while delivering food to a private club, I saw the person who was supposed to be bedridden at home, waiting for me to turn him over in bed. Derrick. He stood beside a billiards table with a cue in his hand. His movements were smooth, precise, and completely free. No trace of illness could be seen. He struck the cue ball cleanly. One of his friends laughed and said, “Derrick, you have been faking ALS for three years. Even if this was a test, do you not think it has gone on long enough?” Derrick lined up another shot without looking up. “Harriet was raised by traffickers for ten years. No one knows what she learned from them. How could we bring her back into the Lawson family without testing her first? “Besides, Sheila was terrified that we would abandon her once we found our real family. She cried about it more than once. We needed to give her time to adjust.” A flicker of discomfort crossed his friend’s face. “However, Harriet has worked herself to the bone to pay for your treatment.” Another ball dropped into a pocket. Derrick smiled, pleased with himself. “Sheila and my parents are flying back tomorrow. Once they arrive, I will arrange for Harriet to return to the Lawson family. After that, I will make it up to her.” I lowered my head as a burning sensation rose inside my nose. A mechanical voice suddenly echoed in my mind. [Congratulations, Host. The Obsession Commission has been completed. Would you like to claim your reward?] I wiped away the blood that trickled from my nose. “Yes,” I replied quietly. “Claim it.” In three days, I would finally be going home. The Lawson family had never been the home I wanted.