Lirik Never Be The Same

Rafa memutuskan untuk mengejar cinta Nanda saat perempuan itu sudah berhenti berjuang dan berharap lagi. "Cinta boleh, bego jangan" Ucap seseorang. Sekarang, Nanda mengerti. Hidup tidak melulu soal cinta.

Layla, pressured by her strict mother, finds herself torn between passion and duty on whether she should do law, despite her heart belonging to art. All while her intense and tangled feelings for Aria cause a rift in their friendship - leading to deep heartbreak and isolation once Aria disappears from her life. Just as she resolves herself to recover, an eerie encounter with Aria's ex, Nelle, uncovers that something more sinister is brewing behind the scenes. As emotions collide, and secrets unveiled, Layla is forced to face the truths on growing up and the blurred lines between emotional drama and supernatural mystery.

In the five years of their marriage, Kimberly bore a son for Daniel, believing their life together would last. Then Siena returned to the country. Kimberly finally realized she was nothing but an outsider the whole time. Daniel repeatedly chose Siena over her, and even her son grew attached to Siena. Fortunately, their marriage was just a contract, and in seven days, she would be free to leave.

It was not until after I married Bennett that I found out he had a clingy little childhood friend who loved to play the victim. On the very first day of our marriage, at dinner, I simply asked Bennett to pass me a bite of food. She immediately exploded. "Holly, you're disgusting! Bennett already used those utensils, and you seriously asked him to serve you food? What, don't you have hands?" I froze, completely blindsided. Before I could even react, Bennett put down his spoon and went straight to her, wrapping her in his arms like she was the one who had been wronged. Then he turned to me and said I should just get my own food from now on. However, honestly, wasn't it normal for a husband to serve his wife a bite? What was so outrageous about that? I barely got a word out before Bennett shut me down in a low, firm voice. "That's final. If Rosie doesn't like it, then we're not doing it. End of discussion."

For three years, Jared never touched Lucia. But late at night, he'd sneak off and get off to a photo of Alice—her so-called sister. Lucia didn't find out until she saw his phone by accident. That's when it hit her—he only married her for revenge. She was the real heiress, swapped at birth. But when she came back, everyone acted like she'd stolen Alice's life. Crushed, Lucia walked away. Back to her true family. What she didn't expect? Jared losing his mind, tearing through the world trying to find her.

On the day I was supposed to try on wedding dresses with Charles Jaspier, the mafia leader I had loved for seven years, I walked into the boutique carrying a pregnancy test report—my heart full of hope. Instead, I overheard a conversation that shattered everything. "Registering the marriage with Ellis Olsen was a temporary measure," he said calmly to his closest confidant. "My brother died in a shootout. She's carrying the Jaspier family's only heir. Without a legal status, neither she nor the child would survive in this family." "Everyone would bully them." A cigar rested between his fingers. His voice was cold, edged with resignation. "Zoey Qandor can't have a title—but I can give her everything else. My love. My money. This must never reach her ears." I clenched the pregnancy report, my heart turning to ash. With my best friend's help, I created a new identity—one that ensured Charles would never find me again—and disappeared from his world. If he could not give me and my child a complete family, then this love—built on responsibility and lies—was better cut cleanly, once and for all.

Four years of marriage. One signature—his own—that set me free, though he never realized what he was signing. I was Sophia Moretti, the invisible wife of James Moretti, heir to the city’s most powerful mafia family. But when his childhood sweetheart, the dazzling and privileged Vicky, returned, I finally understood: I had always been temporary. So I played my final move. I slid the papers across his desk—divorce disguised as routine university forms. James signed without a second glance, his fountain pen scratching across the page as carelessly as he'd treated our vows, without noticing he was ending our marriage. But I walked away with more than my freedom. Beneath my coat, I carried his unborn heir—a secret that could destroy him when he finally realized what he'd lost. Now, the man who never noticed me is tearing the world apart trying to find me. From his penthouse to the underworld's gutters, he's turning over every stone. But I'm not some trembling prey waiting to be found. I rebuilt myself beyond his reach—where not even a Moretti can follow. This time, I won't be begging for his love. He'll be begging for mine.

Lena Carter wakes up to a life she doesn’t recognize. A ring on her finger. A marriage contract she doesn’t remember signing. And a husband she’s never met—Nathan Hale, the ruthless new president of Hale Group. She was supposed to be engaged to her longtime boyfriend, David Langford. But at what should have been her perfect proposal, a stranger walked in and called her his wife. The contract is ironclad—three years of marriage before she can even consider divorce. Nathan offers only one explanation: “You asked me to marry you, Lena. You just don’t remember.” Determined to uncover the mystery, Lena dives into her past, only to find blanks where her memories should be. Someone erased her past. Someone wanted her to forget. What really happened during her business trip to Las Vegas? Why did her powerful parents support the marriage without question? And why is David—once the man she loved—suddenly desperate to destroy her? Trapped in a dangerous game of power, deception, and secrets, Lena must figure out the truth before it’s too late. Because someone wanted her to forget that night. And if she remembers—she might not live to tell the story.

After being betrayed by her stepsister and cast out by the people she once called family, Olivia is banished from her pack, stripped of her title, her home, and her dignity. Now, she’s being forced into marriage with Ryan Blackwood, a cold, crippled billionaire who makes it clear he doesn’t want her and vows to make her life miserable. As if that isn’t enough, she’s lost her wolf… and gained weight she can’t explain. But fate has other plans. As buried secrets begin to surface and unexpected sparks ignite between them, Olivia finds herself caught between a dangerous past that refuses to die and a love she never saw coming. Now, torn between revenge, desire, and destiny, Olivia must decide where her heart and her future truly belong.

A unique video went viral overnight. In the video, on a snow-capped mountain peak, my boyfriend, Ted Moretti, knelt on one knee, his expression tender. Amidst applause, the ring on her finger sparkled; it was the ring of the Moretti family's future bride. Within hours, the video topped various trending charts. People hailed it as the most romantic proposal of the year. Anya Rossi later posted a message. "I've been looking forward to this wedding for so long, and now it's finally happening! Thank you!" The comment section was instantly flooded with excited exclamations. "A Mafia family heir and an ordinary woman? I love it!" "It's like something out of a novel." "So enviable." I went to my boyfriend to confirm. Before I could even speak, I heard him talking to a close friend in the study. “Do I have any other choice?” Ted said, a hint of annoyance in his voice. “If I don’t marry her, her gambler father will sell her off.” His friend hesitated. “But what about Carly? She’s been with you for so many years. Aren’t you worried she might lose her mind?” Ted chuckled, unconcerned. “So what if she’s angry? Carly and I have been together for six years. She won’t leave. She can’t leave.” At that moment, something deep inside me seemed to freeze completely. A month later On the same day Ted and Carly got married, I married another man. Our wedding processions met downtown. According to custom, we exchanged bouquets between the two passing wedding cars, and our windows rolled down simultaneously. That’s when Ted saw me. I was wearing a white wedding dress. Not behind him. But in another man’s arms. After knowing Ted Moretti for so many years, his consistently perfect composure crumbled for the first time.