Karma Is Real Quotes

In my previous life, my sister thought that since my husband and I had high-paying jobs, she could swap her son with my child without anyone noticing. But twenty-five years later, the tables turned. My son had grown into a street thug, while her son—raised under my care—rose smoothly through life. Young as he was, he had already become a CEO. He was dutiful, bought me a villa, and even sent me traveling around the world. My sister barged into his company, waving a DNA test report, kicking up a scene, only to be thrown out by security. "Mr. Kieran said that even if you are his biological mother, you never gave him a single day of care," they told her. "So he refuses to acknowledge you." Breaking down completely, she drove her car into me and ended my life. When I opened my eyes again, we had returned to the very day she switched our babies. This time, my sister clutched her own child tightly, a wild, triumphant grin on her face. "From now on, you can be the mother of a street thug," she sneered. "The villa and all those riches—they're mine!"

"You thought being pregnant would make you Mrs Rossi??" He growled, gripping my chin tighter between his fingers. I frantically shook my head, let alone being his wife. The thought of marriage alone never crossed my mind. My everything trembled in fear of his anger ...I had never seen this side of him. Warm fresh tears streamed down my cheeks like waterfalls as I tried to pry his hand away from my face, but his grip only grew tighter …so tight I could feel cracks forming on my jawline like streams to an ocean. "You were wrong" he punched me in the face. The force of his punch forced me to fall back on the ground and scrape my elbows when I used them to break the fall. I couldn't feel my nose and the sudden metallic taste in my mouth only enlightened me on the reason why, he broke my nose. As if that wasn't enough pain already he moved closer to me and, gripping a fist full of my hair pulled my head up and punched me again. " ...I love my wife" he stated, the truth I failed to see or perhaps simply ignored all that time I spent clinging to him. When her love takes everything away from her, Angela is left with nothing but hate and need for revenge. She returns back to her homeland after two years of living abroad with a new identity, determined to make everyone who had hurt her and her family pay. Everything takes a complicated turn for the worst when she unintentionally falls in love with her next victim on her death list... Nico Magliolo, her ex-lover's/enemy's son. Continue reading to find out what happens when Nico finds out the truth about the woman he loves...

A kind of story that starts with a employee - employer relationship. Amber was hired to be a new secretary of Dranreb, CEO of Del Real Company. Dranreb fell for her the first time he saw her.

Eden Blake never believed in fairy tales—especially not the kind that begin with a billionaire’s offer and end in a penthouse suite. But when a desperate night leads to a fake engagement with cold, ruthless CEO Cassian Wolfe, Eden signs on for one month of pretending, pretending she’s in love... and pretending she isn’t falling for him. The rules were simple. No touching. No real feelings. No strings attached. But in Cassian’s world of press scandals, public enemies, and hidden trauma, the line between fake and real quickly blurs. And when secrets come to light—and hearts get involved—Eden realizes the most dangerous thing about the deal… is that it might be real after all. In this steamy, emotional billionaire romance, hearts are currency, secrets are leverage, and love might be the most expensive risk of all.

Young, rich, happy go lucky, a womanizer. That is Enrico Joaquin Montefalco's life. But in one snap everything has changed. May nag iwan ng bagong silang na bata sa labas ng kanilang mansiyon at siya ang sinasabing ama nito ayon sa sulat na nakalakip sa basket na pinaglagyan ng munting anghel. Sa dami ng babaeng dumaan sa buhay niya, hindi niya alam kung sino doon sa kanila ang ina ng bata. Hindi niya kayang alagaan na mag isa ang bata lalo na at may negosyo siyang kailangan siya. Kaya nag hire siya ng yaya para sa anak niya. Nadia Carnaje-isang ulila, magaling na mang aawit at raketera na nangangarap na makapasok sa mansyon ng mga Montefalco. Pangarap niyang maging isang sikat na mang aawit, ngunit mas pinili niya ang maging isang yaya ng anak ng babaerong si Enrico Joaquin Montefalco. Ano ang maging papel ni Nadia at Baby Gio sa buhay niya, is it good or bad? Is he accept the fact and reality na isa na siyang ama o magpatuloy sa buhay na kinasanayan niya? Ito na ba ang karma sa pagiging babaero niya?

At my 25th birthday party, my childhood sweetheart got down on one knee, holding a diamond ring. "Diane, will you marry me?" I nodded, my eyes misty with tears, but just as I reached out, he slipped the ring onto my best friend's finger instead. The room went silent for a beat before erupting in laughter. "Just kidding!" Livio Becker laughed. "You didn't take it seriously, did you?" I forced a smile and looked over his shoulder at someone. "I bet he would propose tonight, and I was right. You lost the bet, so tomorrow we're getting married for real."

One month before my wedding to my boyfriend, he announced he wanted to have a child with his "first love." I refused, but he brought it up every single day. Two weeks before the ceremony, I received a prenatal checkup report. That’s when I discovered his so-called "first love" was already nearly a month pregnant. It turned out he’d never intended to seek my consent at all. In that moment, years of affection evaporated like smoke. So, I canceled the wedding, destroyed every trace of our memories, and on what should have been our wedding day, I walked into a closed-off research lab. From then on, he meant nothing to me.

Before our fifth mating anniversary, I was just about to tell my mate that I was about to inherit the pack my Alpha father left behind, when I saw him embracing and kissing the she-wolf who once bullied me. "This game has been going on for five years. It's time to end it." "Watching her come and go like a dog whenever called is really boring. What a fool. A fake mating certificate was enough to fool her completely. Did she really think an orphan like her could marry into the Shadowmoon Pack and become Luna? If she hadn't looked decent back then, I wouldn't have bothered with this charade." I felt like I'd fallen into an ice cave, sobbing uncontrollably. So the salvation that pulled me out of the bullying abyss was nothing but his amusing joke from beginning to end. If that's the case, I don't want this false love anymore.

When my mother finally found the real heiress, she was on her knees selling shoes on the street. And to my surprise, I recognized her—she was none other than my fiancé's first love. Determined to oust me, the fake heiress, she played her part well, putting on a daily show to make me look bad. I was content to play along, enjoying our little game, until my fiancé’s offhand remark, “Was that really necessary?" shattered my composure. Fine, I thought, “You can keep this husband and family. I’ve got better things to do—like finding my real parents.”

On the day my dad, the Don of the Capone family, comes to the orphanage to take me home, I show up in a tactical helmet and a bulletproof vest. "I'm not going home with you. You're definitely doing this to trick me into getting married to a perverted old geezer in a marriage alliance. I bet my adopted sister has made preparations to start fake-crying anytime by loading up on her eyedrops." My dad is amused, to say the least. "Why would any of that happen? Silvia is nothing but welcoming you to our home! Also, our family isn't a lowly organization that deals with human trafficking." But I refuse to believe my dad at all. On the way home, I keep typing something on my phone. My mom, the Donna, leans over curiously. "Are you writing a diary entry?" "Nope. I'm writing tips on 'How to Survive the Mafia.'" 1) My food will definitely be poisoned. 2) If I get close to a staircase, I'll definitely get pushed down the stairs. 3) I'll get framed for something that I've never done before. My parents swear to me that none of the things I've written will ever happen. They tell me that my adopted sister, Silvia Capone, has a great personality, and things are amicable in the family. However, everything changes when Silvia brings me a glass of juice before lunchtime and insists on watching me drink it. Instead, I dump the juice into a nearby vase of flowers. Just as my parents are about to scold me for wasting the juice, smoke begins drifting from the flowers inside the vase. Then, they start wilting rapidly. I calmly leave a bright red checkmark behind the "poison" tip. As my parents stare at the dead flowers, they can feel color draining from their faces. "You should send the juice to a chem lab for analysis."