Lirik Lagu Ten Thousand Reason

The billionaire's bodyguard What transpires when two unique souls are compelled to maintain one another? Will they break each other apart? Or get consumed by one another? Scott Tracy, daughter of a rich business billionaire, haughty, and pampered, or so everyone sees. Antony Santos, the notoriou s fighter, was never supposed to be a bodyguard but finds himself guarding one of the most powerful lady in the nation. Their relationship is a typical hate-hate. He dislikes her presence, her posture, her voice, everything about her. He agreed that she never has to work for anything. He loathes her. She feels nothing short of the equivalent, convinced that she has no need of a bodyguard. They refuse to accept one another, struggling to end their anguish this is their narrative.

Hindi ko kailanman inakala na ang isang desperadong desisyon ay tuluyang magbabago sa buhay ko. Nang lumobo ang bayarin sa ospital ng aking lola, wala akong ibang pagpipilian kundi tanggapin ang isang hindi pangkaraniwang alok—ang magpakasal kay Conrad, ang bulag ngunit malupit na tagapagmana ng makapangyarihang pamilya Laurier. Sinasabi nilang ipinanganak siyang nagdadala ng kamalasan dahil namamatay ang mga mahal niya sa buhay. Ngunit kailangan nila ng asawa para sa kanya, at kailangan ko ng pera. Dapat sana, isang simpleng kasunduan lang ito. Ngunit mula nang pumasok ako sa kanyang mundo, napagtanto kong may higit pa kay Conrad kaysa sa mga bulung-bulungan. Ang kanyang pagkabulag ay hindi kahinaan—bagkus, ginawa siyang mas matalas, mas mapanganib. Bawat salitang binibigkas niya ay may bigat, at bawat dampi ng kanyang kamay ay nagpapadala ng kilabot sa aking balat. Hindi niya ako pinagkakatiwalaan. Iniisip niyang isa lang ako sa mga babaeng nais samantalahin siya. Pero paano kung unti-unti kong makita ang totoong lalaking nasa likod ng malamig niyang maskara? At mas masama pa—paano kung mahulog ako sa kanya?

It was the six hundredth year since humans started to leave Earth to colonize other planets. Gradual was one of the planets they had colonized and during the most time they were there, they believed they were alone. But in the fourth year of human existence on Gradual, they were attacked by raven beasts, winged creatures born by the planet itself. Immune to all energy weapons of humans. The fight with the raven beasts cost humanity over a billion lives before they finally got victory. Such an expensive victory made the humans bitter, and they directed their wrath to one of the civilizations they had signed a peace treaty with, the AIs, the planet was shared by humans and Gradual but when the war came, the Graduals stayed out of it. Humans protested at all AI bases in Gradual but the AIs remained silent about the whole issue and over time their relationship began to show strains.

“Marry me? Aren’t you scared of death?”Rumor has it Eliljah Moses is a jinx to everyone close to him, that his ill fate was the reason both his sisters and three fiancees had all died.Sally Summers married him with no expectations, and was ready to embrace death should it come for her.Initially she thought she would have to care for him, but little did she expect to be pampered to the nines by him.In his words, “She’s my woman, only I can bully her.”He also said, “Whoever dares to touch my woman, I’ll be sure to make their lives a living hell.”He even said, “My woman will bear me a pile of children!”

When I'm eight months pregnant, my husband, Levi West, becomes a donor to help his ex-girlfriend get pregnant. He even brings her and their illegitimate child home, wanting me to serve them. I refuse, and he calls me inhumane. "Audie's lost her husband—what's so bad about her wanting to have a child? You're a woman, too! How can you be so cruel?" I leave the house in anger, but Levi doesn't care. "Where can a country girl like you go when you're so heavily pregnant? You're going to come back and beg me to take you in again!" I head to the hospital to get an abortion. Then, I return to the countryside and rear pigs with my grandmother. Later, when Levi sees my flat belly and asks to see our child, I throw a handful of ashes in his face. "There you go. It's all there."

I was locked in a fridge for 40 days while the uncensored photos of me spread like wildfire across the internet. In the face of the salacious rumors about me, my mother reacted by reposting them. Then, she turned to warn my sister, "Look at how disgusting the entertainment industry is. Don't join it, alright? Stay home and inherit your sister's assets instead. My dearest daughter must be innocent and pure, unlike her." She forgot. She forgot I only joined this 'disgusting' industry to pay for her cancer treatment.

I was three months pregnant when my fiancé left me to marry his first love, Isabella Thompson. Soon after, I was in a car accident. I survived, but our baby didn't. My childhood friend, Daniel Smith, found out and insisted on marrying me despite his family's objections. He spent a fortune on the best doctors to ensure I recovered fully. Later, he arranged a grand proposal, confessing he had loved me for years. I was touched and agreed to marry him. But three years later, I overheard his conversation with his friend, Mike Perez. "Remember years ago when Isabella stole Jessica's fiancé? To avoid any future trouble for Isabella, you married Jessica and even caused that car accident, which killed the baby she was carrying. Now, can she even get pregnant anymore?" Mike asked. "No, I love Isabella," Daniel replied. "I just didn't want to have any babies with Jessica, so I put birth control in her water." I trembled, unable to believe what I had heard. It turned out Isabella was also Daniel's first love. I figured it was time for me to leave.

I'm having a mental breakdown as I face a clogged drain with my feverish and fussing daughter in my arms. Meanwhile, my husband has reserved a hotel to celebrate another woman's birthday. My mother-in-law spits on the floor. "This is what you deserve. You can't even capture a man's heart!" I clench a fist around the winning lottery ticket in my pocket. I want to get a divorce.

I was twelve when Henry Shaw took me home from the orphanage, gave me a new name, put me through school, and gave me a good life. Ten years later, his first love returned from abroad. Her name sounded like mine, and her face looked like a mirror image. I quickly realized I had been a stand-in all along. Crushing the diagnosis in my pocket, I decided that I was going to live the rest of my life for myself, even if I did not have much time left.

In front of the orphanage gates, Rebecca Schwartz, the impoverished student I had been sponsoring, stood glaring at me with a face full of disdain. "If you don't let Freddie come along, I'm not going to your house either," she declared, her tone sharp and unyielding. In the past, blinded by love and hopelessly infatuated, I would have caved to her demands, humbling myself just to keep the peace. But things were different now—I had been reborn. Staring at this despicable pair, who had once caused my tragic demise, a tidal wave of fury surged within me. Yet, it settled into nothing more than a faint, icy smile on my lips. "Then stay here," I said, my voice cold and steady. "Rot in this place alongside your precious Freddie. After all, trash like you belong in the garbage heap."