My Everything Lyrics 98 Degrees

My husband’s childhood friend was trapped in an elevator for half an hour. In his anger, he stuffed me inside a luggage bag and locked me inside. “You’re paying double for all the suffering Grace went through.” My body was forced into a curled-up state. I had a hard time breathing. I cried as I apologized, but all I got was my husband’s cold reproach. “You’re going through the entirety of this punishment. Once you’ve learned your lesson, you’ll behave.” He then locked the luggage bag in the closet. I screamed in despair and struggled to break free. My blood seeped out of the bag and soaked the floor. Five days later, he felt sorry for me and decided to end the punishment. “Let this punishment be a warning for you. This time, I’ll let you go.” Little did he know that my body was already rotting inside the luggage bag.

On our wedding night, my husband Grayson's sister-in-law, Scarlette, stumbled drunkenly into our bridal suite and threw her arms around him, refusing to let go. "Kayla, my husband died young, and I really just want a child. Please, lend him to me for one night," she cried through her tears, shoving a toy into my hand. "I promise I'll return him tomorrow. And if you get lonely… you can use this to comfort yourself." I stood there, dumbfounded, my gaze shifting in confusion to Grayson, who was already helping Scarlette steady herself. "You're really going to sleep with her?" He avoided my eyes, his tone strangely urgent. "Don't overthink it. She's drunk and talking nonsense. I'll take her back to her room to rest." As he started to leave with her, I stepped in front of them, blocking their way. "Grayson, it's our wedding night tonight. Are you seriously going to walk out with her?" His expression darkened as he pushed me aside. "You're my wife now—try to be more sensible. Don't get jealous over something so trivial." Then, carefully, he guided her out of the room. I wanted to run after him and stop them, but when I saw the deep concern in his eyes as he looked at her, the truth finally hit me. The love this man had for me was no longer mine alone. And if that was the case, why should I cling to a marriage that had already soured? I might as well walk away with my head held high.

Imbitado si Vida sa engagement party ng kanyang bestfriend. Ang pinakasamayang araw ng kaibigan niya ay siyang pinakasakit sa kaniya dahil hindi niya aakalain na ang magiging fiancé pala nito ay si Marky na boyfriend niya. Labis siyang nasaktan at dahil doon, nakipagsundo siya ng kasal sa arroganteng boss niya na dati na niyang nakaone-night stand noon. “Can’t handle my demands? Then be my wife!”

What were the odds that I'd just fucked my boss and been too buzzed, too horny to clock it? Impossible. Catastrophic. My life was like a ticking bomb of fuckups already; this would only make it explode. "Get a grip, Shayle," I whispered, shaking my head hard. It can't be. -------------- What would you do if you found out you only had four months left to live? In the case of Shayle Vale, she was the definition of a plain Jane; quiet, overlooked, and freshly dumped by a boyfriend who called her ‘boring’. But when the doctor drops her death sentence, she decides ‘boring’ dies today. She made a list; Quit her job, Lose her virginity to her hot next-door neighbor, get a tattoo and Do what the fuck she wants. But life doesn’t play fair. Her shitty boss refused to accept her resignation, her neighbor was allegedly still a virgin, and nothing on her list was going according to plan. Now Shayle’s plain, safe little life is spiraling into messy office wars, late-night temptations, secrets she never saw coming and a toxic love triangle. Will she tick off her last wishes, or will fate throw her off the list completely and into the arms of two sinfully attractive men instead?

When I was in the early stages of brain cancer, my parents begged me to give my sister one of my kidneys. They also told me to give them the money I had saved for my treatment. When my sister left the hospital, it was her birthday. My parents threw her a party while I lay in a hospital bed trying to get better. Later, when my mom found out I had late-stage brain cancer, she begged my sister to give me a kidney. My sister said no. So, on the day of my funeral, my mom buried both of her kidneys with me.

On the day I was kidnapped, my husband was looking after his sick sweetheart. I called him, asking him for help. Yet, he merely replied coldly, "Danica, you are a bad liar." After that, he heartlessly hung up the phone call on me, causing me to get brutally murdered by the kidnappers. I failed to show up as scheduled on the day we agreed to finalize our divorce. He called me in exasperation, only for the phone call to be answered by the police. "Mr. Ferguson, are you a family member of the deceased Danica Reed?"

His texts were the perfect way to get away. His class was like a nightmare come true. And they were the same person. Elena Torres finds comfort in "A.W.," a mysterious stranger who lives far away and whose funny messages are the only thing that makes her happy. She tells him everything, even her frustrations with her infuriatingly rigid literature professor, Adrian Wells. The connection feels safe because they are so far apart. Until the phone rings in the middle of Professor Wells's class. A.W. sends a message, and the app's distance tracker shows a horrible truth: **3 meters away.** The man she is opening up to is the professor she is not allowed to want. A suspicious university dean starts an investigation when their secret relationship becomes dangerous, and threatening notes show up, showing that someone else knows the truth. Elena needs to find out who is blackmailing them before their secret is revealed, since her scholarship and his job are on the line. But when the blackmailer traps her in a dark garage and demands the one piece of evidence that can save Adrian, Elena has to choose between giving up the proof and killing the man she loves or putting everything on the line to protect a love that was never meant to be.

Three years ago, on what was supposed to be the happiest day of her life, Lynell Gibbs was left completely broken. It was her 20th birthday — a day she had been so excited for — but instead of candles and wishes, she got heartbreak. Shaun Hernandez, the guy she loved with all her heart, broke up with her. No fight, no warning. Just a simple, cold explanation: “Nagising na lang daw siya at narealize na hindi na niya ito mahal.” Those words haunted her for years. And no matter how strong she tried to be, the pain left a scar too deep to forget. But she survived. She stood up, rebuilt herself piece by piece, and slowly became the woman she never thought she could be — stronger, wiser, and even more beautiful. Gone was the naïve girl who gave everything to someone who didn’t deserve her. She had learned her lesson. She moved forward and opened her heart again. That’s when Martin came into her life — kind, respectful, and everything Shaun wasn’t. For the first time, she felt safe. Finally, she believed she had healed. Until one unexpected announcement shattered her peace. Their company was under new management. At first, she didn’t think much of it — change was normal. But everything came crashing down the moment she heard the name of their new CEO. Shaun Hernandez. The same man who once tore her apart... was now her boss.

One day, I received a call from the property management. They politely advised me that even if it was a wedding, there was no need to make such a ruckus all night long, disturbing the neighbors. They said they were caught in the middle, and it was hard for them to deal with it. I replied, "You must be mistaken. I don't even have a boyfriend, so how could I be getting married?" Since I refused to admit it, the property management sent me a video from the community's security cameras. In the video, the hallway was decorated with lights and flowers, and guests were coming and going. A large group of people were escorting the bride into the new home. And the groom was none other than my ex-boyfriend, who I had broken up with two and a half years ago!

Ex- boyfriend ni Jenna si Angelo, first sa lahat ng bagay, first boyfriend, first kiss,first love, first sex and first heartbreak. Pumunta cya ng Paris to mend her broken heart. after 2 years ay bumalik cya ng Pilipinas. Di nya akalain na magkikita sila ulit. "I have a proposition Jenna, you can have my body.. you can use me when you feel horny. You can have me as long as you want. "No strings attached, No feelings involve. Napatameme si Jenna sa sinabi ni Angelo.. Tatanggapin ba nya ang offer nitong maging FUBU sila? From Ex-boyfriend to Boss to Lover real quick! Hindi na cya makapag-isip ng matino.... BAHALA NA!