Death Of A Bachelor Lyrics

Ang boyfriend ko ay forensic doctor. Nakidnap ako at may nakadikit na bomba—meron na lamang sampung minuto bago sumabog. Ang mga nagkidnap sa akin ay pinilit na tawagan ko ang boyfriend ko, pero napagalitan lamang ako. “Ano bang kailangan mo, Michelle? Anong pinaplano mo, ginagamit ang buhay mo bilang palusot dahil lang nagseselos ka?” “Ang pusa ni Vi ay hindi makuha mula sa puno ng tatlong araw na. Mahal niya ito na parang ang buhay nito ay buhay niya! Kung idedelay mo ako sa pagligtas dito, magiging mamamatay tao ka!” Nakarinig ako ng malanding boses sa kabilang dulo ng tawag. “Salamat para dito, Kev. Ang husay mo!” Nakilala ko ang boses na iyon—pagmamay ari ito ng childhood friend ng boyfriend ko. Tinext ko ang boyfriend ko ng sasabog na ang bomba. “Paalam habang buhay. Pinagdadasal ko na hindi na tayo magkita pang muli sa ibang buhay.”

They say that I have gone mad, that I put on "an act of life or death" on the day of my younger sister's coming-of-age ceremony. They also claim that I lied to my husband to gain sympathy. However, they don't know that the true madman is the person whom they have misplaced their trust in. I am Winifred Gardner, the eldest daughter of the Gardners, and I am also secretly married to Zachary Hood, a mafia boss. He never announced our marriage within the last three years because I'm not yet "qualified" to be the wife of a mafia boss. My younger sister, Stella Gardner, acknowledges me as her elder sister while mixing muscle relaxants into my medications to render me weak, dull, and unable to fire a gun. As a result, I am once again mocked as someone useless. She steals my place, my parents' love, and my husband's trust while I'm labeled as mentally unstable and told that I pretend for the sake of sympathy. The moment I sign the organ donation consent form, I smile. This is the only document I can sign on my own initiative. But they're unaware that I've already recorded the truth beforehand. After I die, everyone will know who it was that poisoned me. When that time comes, they will cry and be filled with regret. But I will no longer forgive them.

Ayu terpaksa menikahi Bahtiar karena utang orang tuanya sudah jatuh tempo dan rumahnya nyaris disita. Dalam perjalanannya, ternyata Bahtiar meratukan dirinya. Namun, wanita itu dibenci oleh mertua dan adik iparnya. Suatu ketika, Ayu mengetahui rahasia kelam sang papa mertua. Sebuah insiden membuat keluarga mereka berantakan. Harta habis, adik iparnya masuk pusat rehabilitasi, dan Bahtiar difitnah hingga ditangkap polisi. Rumah tangga mereka nyaris kandas, tetapi mereka dapat melalui ujian demi ujian hingga mahligai itu utuh kembali. Karena Ayu, keluarga Bahtiar bertaubat dan memilih berbisnis dengan cara yang halal.

This is not your Average romance novel. This dark romance novel contains Steamy contents capable of turning your world upside down. - One of your biggest fantasy should not be wanting your boss bending you over his table. - Never allow your boss lead you into darkness, revealing a whole new world you never knew existed. - Never allow your boss perceive your Arousal, and know what exactly you taste like. - Never allow his spanking fly faster than sparks. Just like every worker, Rosa sees her boss as a workaholic who loves his job, invest his time into making it a profiting organization, but what she never knew was that Axel has a darker side of him he never showed to anyone, the dominating, possessive, and demonic side of him. Her biggest fantasies were to get her boss bending her over on his table, doing those terrible things to her, exploring every inch, every curves of her body, most especially her sensitive parts. Rosa's fantasies was becoming a reality the moment a message beep her phone.

Sekar, seorang menantu muda yang awalnya tertekan tinggal serumah dengan mertuanya. Sekar tidak pernah membayangkan hidup serumah dengan mertua bisa sekompleks ini. Hari-harinya penuh tekanan, komentar sinis, dan batasan yang membuatnya merasa seperti tamu di rumah suaminya sendiri.menemukan pelarian unik di loteng rumah tua itu: sebuah radio tua yang ternyata masih bisa memancarkan siaran. Dengan suara tersembunyi dan identitas anonim, Sekar mulai menyuarakan curahan hatinya lewat siaran rahasia bertajuk "Menantu On Air". Tanpa disangka, siaran tersebut justru menjadi fenomena di kalangan ibu-ibu dan menantu se-Indonesia. Curhatan-curhatan jujur tentang hidup bersama mertua, konflik kecil yang berujung besar, hingga kisah cinta diam-diam dalam keluarga, menjadi cermin bagi banyak pendengar. Namun, sebuah telepon misterius mengungkap bahwa ada rahasia besar yang disembunyikan di balik rumah mertuanya — sesuatu yang mengubah cara Sekar memandang keluarga dan dirinya sendiri. Siaran yang awalnya jadi tempat pelarian, berubah menjadi kunci pengungkapan masa lalu. Apakah Sekar siap menerima kenyataan yang selama ini tersembunyi rapat di balik tembok rumah itu? Sekar berfikir “ada sesuatu yang disembunyikan di rumah itu,” Sekar terjebak dalam dilema antara menjaga keharmonisan keluarga atau mengungkap kebenaran ...

My husband was dead. He had saved a girl from drowning, yet he himself perished in the icy river. As I sank into a chasm of grief, the girl's father appeared at my door. He glared at me and demanded, "Where is my daughter's necklace? She was wearing it before she fell into the water!" Rage surged through me, and in the heat of our confrontation, he ended up dead. Then my phone… came alive. "Hide the body. The police are coming. I'll teach you how to dispose of a corpse…"

As the flames engulfed my body in the underground warehouse, I used the last of my strength to call my brother, the new Don of the Moretti family. Just as I was about to draw my last breath, Lorenzo finally answered, his voice as cold as the Sicilian winter wind. "Isabella, what the hell are you up to now?" "Brother, save me…" My voice was barely a whisper, but he cut me off without a hint of mercy. "Can't you go one day without causing trouble?" "Liliana's debutante dinner is next week. If you don't show up, I'll drag you back here myself." He hung up without a second thought, completely oblivious to the desperation in my voice. Despair mingled with the searing agony that wracked my body as the flames danced higher, and I couldn't hold on any longer. As I closed my eyes, tears still trickled from their corners. You won't have to drag me back, my brother. I'm never coming back.

I'm about to give birth to my second child, but my husband wants to care for his true love. I snap, "Aren't you afraid of me dying in labor and taking the baby with me?" He says I'm being unreasonable. Then, he leaves without another look back. Later, the postpartum care center I'm at catches fire. My husband doesn't hear my cries for help. Instead, he carries his true love out of the fire. He subsequently loses his mind after learning of my death.

On Valentine’s Day, I discovered that my brother’s fiancee, Erika Gibson, was cheating on him. So, I tried to tell my brother, Nathan Clinton, about it. However, he yelled at me. He said that I was trying to ruin his relationship and told me to leave. Erika then asked her lover to deal with me, so he kidnapped me. He mocked me for being unable to speak and forced me to sell 200 roses at the night market. I asked Nathan for help, but he replied impatiently. [Moon, I can’t believe you’d lie about something like this… I don’t have time for your games.] I was accidentally hit by a truck while Nathan was having a wonderful time with Erika. Haha. I was finally free, but I wished I had a different brother.

After the plane crash, my body was never recovered. My soul drifted back to the home I hadn't stepped foot in for five years. They didn't know I was dead. They were still waiting for me to come home for Christmas. When my mom got the call from the airline, she froze for a long time, completely at a loss, before breaking down in tears. I followed them as they went to the memorial crash site. That was when I noticed something strange—I could see their levels of regret hovering above their heads. My brother's regret level read: 40%. My father's showed: 60%. Even my sister-in-law had 30% over her head. But my mother's regret level? It flashed a cold, unchanging 0%.