Happiness Rex Orange Lirik

Jakielynn Rose siya ang babaeng pa astig-astig.Troublemaker. Walang magawa sa buhay. At trip lang niyang maging astig. Wala sa bukabolaryo nito ang takot. Siya mismo ang naghahanap ng gulo. Pero ang sa paghahanap nito ng gulo ay may matuklasan siyang tungkol sa kanyang totoong pagkatao. Matatanggap ba niya ito o iiwasan na lang at tumakbo.

Unang araw sa trabaho ni Jean at hindi niya inaasahan na ang nakaaway pala niya sa shop ng kaniyang kaibigan ay ang magiging boss pala niya. “Good morning Ms. Jean Salazar! Remember me?” Sarkastikong sabi nito. At ako naman ay halos manigas sa kinatatayuan ko! At parang gusto ko na lang bumuka ang lupa at lumubog dito! Di ako makapag salita dahil parang walang lumabas na boses sa lalamunan ko, pinagpapawisan ako kahit ang lamig naman sa loob! Napakurap naman ako at tumikhim bago nagsalita. “Huh? Ah ehem,  g-good m-morning sir! I'm Jean Salazar sir! Nice to meet y-you!” "You can sit down Ms. Salazar baka sabihin mo wala akong manners?” sir Sandrex. “Po? si-sige po sir, t-thank you!” utal-utal kong sagot. “So Ms. Salazar, alam kong nagulat ka sa nalaman mo! Right? Na ang gago palang nakabungguan mo kahapon ay ang magiging boss mo ngayon!” sir Sandrex “S-sir! I...” “Ssshhh, Ms. Salazar don't worry I don't mix personal matters in my business!” sir Sandrex. 'Lord! Please gawin mo na kong invisible ngayon!' Binubulong ko to sa sarili ko habang nakatingin ako sa supladong lalaki na to! Aba, Malay ko bang siya pala ang magiging boss ko! Tadhana nga naman oo! Hinawakan nito ang magkabilang armrest ng upuan at inilapit ang muka sa akin! Na halos na aamoy ko na ang mabango nitong hininga at ang pabango nito na alam kong mamahalin! Ang lapit ng muka niya na halos ilang dangkal na lang ay lalapat na ang matangos niyang ilong sa ilong ko! Lord! Please ibuka mo na talaga ang lupa! Now na! “Afraid of what I'm going to do Ms. Salazar? Look straight into my eyes! And tell me what you said yesterday!” Sir Sandrex with his husky voice.

Ten years ago, the world of billionaire Elias Thorne collided with the grounded simplicity of recent grad Vivian Holloway during one scorching, unforgettable summer fling. For a few perfect months, they lived in a bubble of passion and promises, believing their connection could overcome anything. But Elias was the heir to Thorne Global, and his ruthless family—determined to secure a crucial business merger—intervened. His controlling father orchestrated a painful lie: Elias was forced into an arranged engagement, believing Vivian had coldly abandoned him for her career. Meanwhile, Vivian's fervent attempts to contact Elias went unanswered. When she discovered she was pregnant, she made a difficult choice: she would protect her child, from the manipulative Thorne empire, choosing a life of quiet independence over battling a family that clearly didn't want her. She built a quiet, fiercely independent life for herself and her son, far from the cold reach of the Thorne empire. Elias Thorne, a cold and driven CEO, arrives in Vivian’s small coastal town. His latest ambitious real estate project requires him to acquire her property, bringing him face-to-face with the woman he never stopped mourning—and the undeniable, ten-year-old proof of their shared past. The shock of seeing Leo shatters a decade of misunderstandings. Elias realizes he was betrayed by his own family. He demands his place in Leo’s life, furious at the time he lost. But Vivian, fiercely protective, has built a life without him and refuses to risk her son's happiness on the word of the man who vanished. As Elias fights to earn back her trust, proving he is more than just the Thorne name, his family discovers the truth and prepares a new attack. Elias must choose: the corporate legacy he was born into, or the family he fought his way back to.

The Moretti Family's Thanksgiving party was in full swing downstairs—crystal clinks, fake laughs, classic mafia gloss. Meanwhile, I was curled up in a servant's room on the third floor. Jackson Moretti's wife. Legally, anyway. My hands were ice. I gripped the ultrasound report like it could anchor me. Three heartbeats. Strong, steady. It was supposed to be a surprise—his big Thanksgiving gift. To the outside world, Jackson was a polished Stanford grad, running a top-tier consulting firm in San Francisco. But behind the scenes? He ran the Moretti empire—cold, calculated, pulling strings in the West Coast's darkest corners. Three years of marriage and we barely spoke, but I still clung to the hope that maybe... maybe there was something real left. Then I heard him downstairs. "You really not letting your wife come down?" "Isabella?" He laughed. "She'd kill the vibe." Another voice chimed in. "Lina's back, right? Wild you married her twin. Which one do you actually like?" Jackson didn't miss a beat. "Isabella's just a stand-in. Quiet. Predictable. I could tell her to drop dead and she'd say 'okay.'" "So when are you ditching her?" "Dunno. She thinks she matters. I'm just playing her." I slapped a hand over my mouth to muffle the sob. A minute later, I was heading downstairs, numb. I brushed my fingers over my belly. "Sorry, babies," I whispered. Triplets. His. He thought I was blind. Weak. Stuck. What he didn't know? A quiet woman, once she snaps—she can burn it all down.

Vincenzo Moretti was Stonehaven’s youngest financial titan— a tech mogul commanding a multibillion-dollar empire, gracing the covers of business magazines as a modern legend. But only a select few knew the truth: he was also the ruthless Don controlling the East Coast mafia. To him, wealth and power were mere chips in a game. And I? I was just another pawn used to stabilize a fragile family alliance. In our ten-year marriage, he slept with my friends, my coworkers… every single person I once trusted. Then one morning, as I took our one-month-old baby for a routine checkup, Sienna Newton, his latest mistress, ran me down with her car. The baby screamed endlessly. I begged her to take us to the hospital, and when Vincenzo arrived, he looked at me with cold disdain. “Isabella,” he sneered, “when did you learn to stage accidents? “Even if you died here, I wouldn’t bat an eye.” Then he took Sienna’s hand and walked away without a backward glance. By the time I was rushed to the hospital, the child in my arms had suffocated. Upon hearing the news, my mother suffered a heart attack. She didn’t survive. I slipped into a coma for two days. When I finally woke up, I found out that Vincenzo never visited. Instead, his father, Renato Moretti, the true king of the Moretti empire, stood by my bedside. I looked at him calmly and said, “Let me go. Whatever I owed your family, I’ve repaid in full with two lives.” Later, that same Don who had once looked down on me knelt before me, begging me to come home. But I was no longer the woman who waited, silent and broken, for his change of heart. I was the Don’s wife who turned away and never looked back.

"System, I request to leave the mission world." The summoned system quickly appeared. "Ms. Young, your request has been approved. You have half a month to say goodbye to your family in this world." With that said, the system disappeared again. Andrea Young paused for a long time at the mention of the word "Family" before slowly looking toward the family photo on the table beside her. In the photo, her husband and son were each lovingly kissing her cheeks. The happiness captured in that moment suddenly left her stunned. No one knew Andrea was on a mission. Ten years ago, the system brought her into this world to win the heart of Gabriel Fulton, the crown prince of Capital City. They went from attending school together to the wedding altar over the past decade. She not only completed her mission, but also fell in love with the target of her mission.

Mon fiancé Didier Gardet, héritier d'une famille mafieuse parisienne, m'aimait éperdument. Pourtant, un mois avant notre mariage, sous prétexte d'obligations familiales, il m'a annoncé qu'il devait avoir un enfant avec son premier amour. J'ai refusé, mais il n'a cessé de me harceler, jour après jour, insistant lourdement. Quinze jours avant notre mariage, j'ai reçu un rapport médical : cette femme était déjà enceinte de près d'un mois... À quoi bon, alors, feindre de demander mon accord ? À cet instant, j'ai compris : nos années de prétendue passion n'étaient que fragilité et illusion. J'ai annulé le mariage et ai brûlé chaque cadeau qu'il m'avait offert. Le jour même de notre mariage, je suis partie pour l'Italie. Je m'y suis plongée dans des études de médecine clinique, tout en prenant officiellement en charge une mission pour Médecins Sans Frontières. J'ai coupé tout contact avec lui. Dès lors, entre lui et moi : plus rien.

Bella thought she could freeload off her wealthy husband for life, never imagining he'd suddenly want a divorce. A divorce? She demanded a reason! Calmly, in front of the elders, he stated, "Sexual incompatibility." The room fell silent, the parents shocked, their minds racing. Sexual... incompatibility? Damn it! Bella was furious. Where was the incompatibility? What was incompatible? You bastard! Explain yourself!

After three miscarriages for Xavier Lowe, I see it—my mother-in-law has three years left, my father-in-law nine years, and my sister-in-law two years. I say nothing. After the third miscarriage, my mother-in-law blames me, calling me a curse who "kills" children. My sister-in-law sneers, saying she almost died in a car crash the year I married Xavier—as if my bad luck dragged her down. My mother-in-law snaps, "She can't even keep a child. It must be because she's cursed!" Xavier just stands there, silent. He doesn't say a single word for me. I know that, deep down, he believes that I bring bad luck. Maybe it's also because he already has someone else—his secretary, Yvette Snyder. His mother has always liked her better, and he clung to her the night I lost my third child. I don't explain because I know the truth will only destroy them faster. On my 28th birthday, I catch a glimpse of my own countdown in the mirror. On that day, I take a leave of absence. I go to the funeral home and pick out an urn—pure white, just like the wedding dress I once wore. Wearing a beautiful floral dress, I text Xavier, asking him to meet me at the lake where we first met ten years ago. I wait from daylight until nightfall as my countdown ticks to zero. I die, and he never shows up.

My fiance, Dante de Rossi, is the heir to a mafia family in Manhorne, and he loves me dearly. Yet, a month before our wedding, he says his family has arranged for him to have a baby with his childhood friend, Isobel de Luca. Despite my refusal to agree to it, he brings it up daily and tries to push me into it. Half a month before the wedding, I receive a pregnancy report. I find out that Isobel is over a month pregnant. I have yet to give Dante my permission. This is when I realize just how fragile our years-long relationship is. I cancel the wedding and destroy everything he has ever given me. On the day of the wedding, I set off for Etolia to further my medical career. I accept a role with an international medical organization, severing all ties with the mafia. From that moment onward, he and I no longer have anything to do with each other!