Hello Treasure Lirik

The project I had poured my heart and soul into earned the company over a hundred million in profit, yet the credit was handed to the vice president's nephew. I stood in a corner, the stack of source code documents trembling in my hands, nearly crushed by my grip. That nephew—who couldn't even get Hello World to compile—was now on stage, smiling brightly as he accepted the award. The vice president came over and draped an arm around my shoulder like we were old friends. "You're just an outsourced worker," he said casually. "These honors wouldn't mean anything to you anyway. Jason is new. He's got limitless potential. From now on, you'll be responsible for mentoring him properly." Only then did I realize that decades of struggle had been nothing more than laying out a red carpet for someone else's glory. That very night, while reviewing the project's code repository, I discovered a massive flaw—one serious enough to bring the entire system crashing down within three days.

On the day of the wedding, my fiancee, Bianca Newton, approached me with a bright smile, handing me a glass of wine. I drank it down in one gulp. Suddenly, her male best friend, Xander Lynch, raised his phone and burst out laughing. "See! I told you this idiot wouldn't even notice that it was my piss! Pay up, everyone! Don't forget to follow my account! Pay up!" I started puking uncontrollably, but Bianca merely looked at me with disgust. I demanded that Xander apologize, yet Bianca placed herself in front of him and stopped me. "It was just a joke! Why are you taking it so seriously?" At the same time, Xander said smugly, "Come on, say hello to the views in my livestream! Tell them how it feels to drink piss!" I smashed a wine bottle right on his head. Bianca demanded that I kneel and apologize to him. Then, she hurriedly escorted Xander to the hospital, still in her wedding gown. Looking at the wedding venue in utter chaos, I calmly took my phone out and dialed a number. "Are you interested in marrying me?"

I noticed Stacy besides him and peering at her hand clutching his arm, it was plausible that she is his girlfriend. Leo already moved on? How could he and that quickly? We just got divorced three days ago and he's already dating someone? "Hi Margaret." He smiled at me. I was so startled I couldn't speak my lips faltered and my eye lashes shook. "Hello?" Stacy spanned her hand towards me. I peeked at her lips which were coated with crimson lipstick, her owl-like eyes, her flawless cheeks and her remarkable nose. She wore a dashing ruddy gown which disclosed her curvaceous hips. She shook my hand, "I am Stacy Leo's fiancée." She smiled with her mouth slightly opened I could plainly see her dazzling angel-white incisors. She's not just a girlfriend. Leo's engaged to her? Unbelievable! Little wonder why he always kept late nights while we were together. And the rumors about him having an affair, they were really true.

My parents died when I was ten, and I became an orphan. Darius Rossi, a mafia don, found me and took me out of the beggars' den. He wrapped me in designer clothes and raised me like a prized possession. Everyone said I would grow up to be his wife, that I was the treasure he kept close to his heart. Then came my birthday party. After a night of wild passion, he handed me a photo of his rival, Valerio Warren. He said, "Monica Arden, I've taken care of you for ten years. Now it's time for you to repay me. I'm arranging a marriage alliance with the Costa family. This is the guy Gina Costa has been crushing on, and I need you to seduce him and create an opening for me. I want her to marry me willingly." That was when I finally understood that I was never his treasure. I was just the most disposable piece on his chessboard. I followed his orders and pursued Valerio, doing exactly as he commanded. Yet, on the wedding day, Darius lost his mind when Valerio slipped the diamond ring onto my finger.

“What’s a Luna worth if she can’t even see? A curse, not a blessing. If you’ll have her, Hunter, I’ll count it as a favor. Take her, and let’s toast to peace.” Rejected by the Alpha she sacrificed everything for, betrayed by the sister she trusted most—Lyra’s world collapsed the moment she lost her sight. Humiliated and discarded like a broken toy, she was handed to another Alpha as if her love and her vows meant nothing. But fate had other plans. Diego Hunter, the ruthless Alpha of Silver Blade, never expected to find his mate in his rival’s Luna. She was fragile, blind, and scarred… yet she was his. And when the truth of her bloodline emerges—that Lyra is the last Hexwolf, destined to wield power beyond imagination—she becomes the key to war, peace, and forbidden love. Between betrayal and redemption, hatred and desire, two Alphas will fight for her heart. One to own her. The other to treasure her. And Lyra must decide if love can rise from the ashes of betrayal… or if she was cursed by the Moon Goddess all along.

She's the world's treasure, both cursed and graced with a voice that enchants anyone that hears it. Nicknamed as a siren, it's almost ironic how she is truly a mermaid. Ines is a mermaid with one wish; To return home to the Sea. But having been cursed into a contract with the CEO of her company, she is stuck on land with human legs, forced to create music for the world to hear. But that's all about to change with one fateful meeting. Alaric Clemente is an actor gracing the world with his talents; The embodiment of perfection blessed with good looks, money, fame, and influence, he has it all, but when he meets Ines Agua, a woman always racked in all kinds of rumours, he learns that she's nothing like what the rumours made her out to be, if anything, she's the complete opposite. With the spark of intrigue lighting their meeting, both Alaric and Ines learn that more than just their feelings are at stake in this game of love. With people striving to tear her down, curses chaining her to a land she hates, and a man making her want to risk everything, both the questions and answers are blurred beyond recognition.

Ronald you have to stop, you are my brother, we shouldn't be doing this," Arya whispered in her brother's ears as his hands traced her smooth legs, moving slowly upwards to her hidden cave. We shouldn't be doing this, yet you are holding me tight, we shouldn't be doing this yet you are dripping wet and you can't push me away, admit it, Arya you want this as much as I do, I know it's wrong but we can't help it," Ronald muttered, his hands finally touching her treasure, he caressed it gently making sure she enjoys every bit of it. Ronald!! She moaned with her eyes closed and her fingers digging into his skin. Yeah, louder sis," he said softly sucking on her neck and making sure to leave hickeys. Ronald and Arya Benson are blood siblings but couldn't stop themselves from growing deep erotic feelings for each other despite being under the same roof with their parents. Will their parents find out their secret? Will their love be accepted by the society? Let's find out!!!!!!!

Samantha grew up in a very liberated type of family, so for her, kissing random people is not a big deal. One night, upon going to a bar, her friends dared her to kiss a random stranger, and ask for its name. Since Sam doesn't want to be teased as a weak person, she said yes. But inside her, she's nervously shaking. She never dared to kiss someone before. She's open-minded, but she wants to treasure her first kiss. But that night was different. She cannot refuse. So, she did what she had to do. She kissed the first guy to walk in front of her and her friends, but she didn't imagine that the kiss would last longer as she expected because the stranger kissed back and even held her nape to deepen the kiss which shook her mind to the core. But...what made her head turmoil even more is the fact that instead of pushing the man away, she finds her arms wrapped on the strangers' neck and answers every kiss that the stranger gives.

I am diagnosed with severe systemic lupus erythematosus, and I only have three days left to live. When my husband rejects my 188th plea for help, I take my test results and enter the hospice care center. "Hello, I'd like to schedule my own cremation process and apply for government aid." Ten minutes later, they arrive. Before I can speak, my lawyer husband, Jasper Horton, coldly slaps me across the face. "You're faking a terminal illness just to steal attention from Janice?" My doctor brother, Casey Carter, snatches the medical report from my hand and scoffs at it. "Lupus? If you're going to fake being sick, at least make it believable. Only one in a million people gets this." I endure the pain in my body, return to the counter, and hand in the application form and my medical records once more. The staff member sees the butterfly-shaped rash on my wrist and sympathizes with me. "I have no family left," I say. "I'm requesting cremation in three days, location doesn't matter. I just don't want my death to burden anyone."

My son spiked a sudden high fever, scorching like a flame under my touch. I frantically dialed 911 for help, but the dispatcher on the line kept repeating questions, dragging it out. By the time the ambulance siren finally wailed in the distance, my son had already grown cold and still in my arms. Less than a year later, my husband and I split up amid endless grief and finger-pointing. I dragged on like an empty shell until one day I got an e-invite to his wedding. The moment I clicked the voice message, my blood ran cold. The bride's voice echoed exactly like that sluggish dispatcher from back then. In a breakdown, I bolted out of the house and got caught in the path of a speeding subway train, plunging me into darkness. When I opened my eyes again, my son's cries pierced the air from the next room, his forehead blazing hot against my palm. My husband thrust the phone toward me. "Quick, call 911! I'll grab a cold compress." My hands trembled as I dialed, and a chillingly familiar voice answered, "Hello, 911 emergency services."