Good Goodbye Quotes

On the exterior, Gabriel Cruz's life appears to be flawless and dazzling, but on the inside, it is quite the contrary. Forced to marry a family friend after accidentally sleeping with her and getting her pregnant, everything in his life takes a turn for the worse. After fleeing an abusive marriage, Arian Macavinta returns to the only home she has ever known. Desperate for a job, she finds a vacancy online for the position of a nanny and applies for it. Gabriel turns out to be her boss, and over time, they become attracted to each other. However, Gabriel's marriage stands as a huge obstacle in their search for happiness.

June was someone ordinary, everything changes when a ridiculously hot stud, Andrew walks into her life and then it was a roller-coaster ride. Join them in their little rendezvous. Stay with them as they overcome all the odds for love.

In her previous life, Zoey was killed before realizing that she had misidentified the man who saved her life back then. After being reborn, she kicked away the scumbag man and vowed to take back all the honors she once gifted to her enemies. The most important thing, firmly hold onto the scumbag's uncle's disabled thighs. Some people say: That Zoey, has nothing but borrowing Russell's influence. Financial tycoons, medical godfathers, beautiful movie queens, and tech gurus have all come forward: "Sorry, our zoey never rely on men." The whole network is in an uproar! Everyone is guessing what their relationship was. The next day the video came out, a certain disabled guy not only stood up, but also blocked the little petite wife in the corner, "Zoey, you are mine!" The scumbag man is on his knees again, begging me to come back to him. All I want to say is 'Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right.‘

I was working overtime at the mall on New Year's Eve, only to witness my boyfriend proposing to the broke student, whose scholarship was funded by my family, on the biggest screen in the place. I was about to step forward and confront him when she, with tears in her eyes, accepted the proposal. "Being confessed to in my family’s own estate… is so romantic and meaningful. Thank you for loving me so wholeheartedly for five years." As soon as those words left her mouth, the two embraced, sharing a deep kiss amidst the cheering crowd. They even won the "Best Couple" award for the night. I didn’t cry or make a scene. Instead, I volunteered to present them with their prize. I couldn’t wait to see what fate had in store for two pieces of trash standing together.

{ON HIATUS} It's a contract of lies. And a bloody fucking war. To stop a war, I'm being forced to marry my sworn enemy. Damien Vincenzo is everything hell is. A brutal, domineering, monster with a body built to kill. And now. I belong to him. But one thing I won't ever give him will be my heart. We were a match made in hell. And "Till death do us apart." might be the perfect word to describe this situation but it won't even be enough. It's not supposed to be real. It's not. And one thing I'm sure of is that, I'm out to destroy him just like he did to me. He stole my life, my breath, my entire existence. My name is Anastasia Zhukov and I'm a thief. One that's not after wealth, but lives. His life. _ _ _ Book 1: Anastasia & Damien. Book 2: Isabella & Claud. Book 3: Teal & Vittorio. Book 4: Alexander & Dimitra. T.W: non-con, dub-con, CNC(consensual nonconsent), BDSM, age-gap, ch*cking, forbidden love, explicit content, sadomasochism.

My wife made me get a vasectomy. Not once, but ninety-nine times. Right before the hundredth operation, the doctor looked at me with pity in his eyes as the anesthesia failed to fully kick in. "Ms. Gibson really knows how to destroy a man," he murmured. "She's put him through ninety-nine vasectomies, then had them reversed—again and again. However, his body's long since broken. There's no chance of children now." "It's probably for her ex. Word is, it's his own brother. The scandals in these wealthy families—unbelievable." Because of a hospital mix-up at birth, my and Jeff Cunningham's fates were exchanged. He grew up with the Cunningham family, while I lived a poor life. Years later, my parents found the truth, taking me in and sending Jeff away. To make things worse, I became Wynnie Gibson's new fiancé. I once asked her, barely able to speak through the pain, why she would marry someone she did not love. She looked at me calmly. "To get revenge," she said. "You came home and stole Jeff's place. He was the one I love. He drank himself to death after you returned." Even my biological parents knew she was poisoning me. However, they turned a blind eye. They did nothing to stop her. They knew Wynnie had got pregnant with Jeff's child through IVF—planning to raise the child and let him inherit the family fortune. I coughed up blood and threw myself into the sea. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I was first reunited with them. This time, when I saw the sorrow in their eyes—sorrow not for me, but for the son they lost— I chose to let them go.

Carl Larson's intern is about to die, and her only wish is for him to sleep with her once. I disagree, and he says I'm petty. "It's just a one-time thing. She's about to die! Why do you have to assume I'm up to something dirty?" Is that so? I've seen them together more than once, though. I later agree, and he's relieved… until he sees me lying on his operation table for an abortion. He widens his eyes in disbelief. "What are you doing here?" I smile. I want him to murder his child. I want him to regret this for life.

I loved, I waited, I keep my patience, I believed, I decided, I tried to wish... But I haven't realize that at the same time, I've become stupid. Ako si Rhianna Marques- Gonzales. Tinanggap ko ang Arranged Marriage sa isang anak ng partner campany ng kapatid kong lalake, pero hindi ko inakala na ito ang magiging dahilan para makalimutan ko ang tunay na pagkatao ko. I haven't lost my mind, but why do my heart feel so wrong?

I was reborn. Opening my eyes on the sofa, the television flickered before me, broadcasting another financial news segment about my husband, Jasper Brolin. The Alpha of the Moonblood pack, a man who had sat at the top of the billionaire list for years, was speaking with his usual cool authority. Broad-shouldered and sharp-featured, he carried an air of cold command that made him untouchable. Whenever he stepped into the public eye, the crowd surged with screams and breathless admiration. My marriage to him was the envy of our entire circle, and every woman wished to step into my shoes. As I watched the screen, memories of my tragic death in my last life came rushing back, sending a quiet ache through my chest. My wolf rumbled low in my chest. "So we're back. Now what?" "Break the bond," I whispered. "I'm leaving him." "He'll never agree to that." "That's why I need her help," I replied, thinking of the woman I had always disliked—Halle. Halle walked into the café, a smug smirk was plastered on her face. Having grown up alongside Jasper, she was regarded as his inner circle, and people never failed to give her the highest courtesy. I slid a mate-bond dissolution document across the table. "I need your help, Halle. And of course, there's something in it for you too." She glanced through the papers, suspicion flashing in her eyes. "Are you leaving him?" she asked. My voice was calm, "Maybe you're the one he really wants by his side." In my last life, I was the perfect Mrs. Brolin, envied by all, yet never the one he held closest. This time, I would take my unborn pup and leave quietly.

When I found out I was pregnant, Elroy Lousteau went all out—hired some fancy doctor, loaded me up with meds to "protect the baby." He'd never believed in anything before, but suddenly he went to church, praying like his life depends on it. "You've been through hell, babe. Once the baby's here, I swear I'll make it right." That same day, I picked up his phone by accident. "As instructed, the meds include a compound for permanent infertility. The baby will be stillborn. "Ms. Tillon's baby is healthy and will be delivered safely—as the true Lousteau heir. "Mrs. Lousteau won't suspect a thing. Your relationship's secure. You can rest assured." I looked down at my belly. He never loved me. Not really. So I made up my mind—once the divorce papers were signed, I was gone. No looking back.