One Call Away Lirik

She: "10,000,000＄. We're done. Just don’t let my husband find out." The call boy took the black card, frowning. She: "Not enough? You're good, but don’t push it." He dressed, leaving behind a cold warning—"You'll regret this😡!" A week later, she knelt before the Lycan King🐺, begging for a divorce ruling. And there he was. Her call boy. Sitting on the throne. He: "(Smirking) Uh-huh😈?"

On my wedding day, Ethan Westbrook's ex-girlfriend sent word that she was terminally ill. Her dying wish was to wear a wedding dress once in her life. Ethan locked me in the waiting room while he prepared to hold the ceremony with her instead of me to fulfill this wish. I heard his impatient voice through the door as he said to me, "Can't you show some compassion? She's dying. What's wrong with granting her one final wish?" Later, the guy next door who had carried a torch for me for years climbed to the rooftop and begged me to marry him. Ethan stared at me with bloodshot eyes. "Are you really going to throw away our seven-year relationship just for him?" I brushed his hand away. "Should I just let him die? It's only a marriage certificate. Where's your compassion now?"

For two years, Lillith Blackwood lived as a hidden wife—unacknowledged, unloved, yet indispensable to her husband’s empire. She endured the coldness. She endured the humiliation. She endured being invisible. Until the day she discovered she was pregnant. Just when she believed she would finally have a place beside Lucas Chen, his long-lost stepsister, Victoria, returned—and everything fell apart. Her position was stolen. Her child was lost. Her marriage was a lie. Worst of all? She was never the wife. She was the pawn. When the truth shatters her world, Lillith walks away—only to discover she is not an orphan, but the missing heiress of a powerful elite family… and the fiancée of a mysterious Formula One legend who has been waiting for her return. This time, she won’t beg for love. This time, they will beg her to stay.

A retired mafia boss of the billionaire Lincoln family was murdered and his first son kingsley was killed by five comrades and the formula on his military mission on hybrid Werewolves supersoldiers was stolen. his father wanted king the heir to his family to have military skills knowing that one day, he might need it against the mafia mob who might return for revenge. Before kingsley death, he discovered that his brother had paid a large some of money to end his life in other to take over the family's wealth. Kinglsely on run to his death, sent a video to his wife informing him about lancaster. Lancaster stole kingsley inheritance. Kingsley's wife Elena, tried to take back the company through the law however she was killed and lance his son was pinned for the murder and almost killed by cops. A mafia man on suit, an enemy of Arnold walks in saving Lance and tells him he will save him only if he becomes a tool to for his revenge to destroy his family. He takes lance to a school called point blank where lance experience despair of a non existent school where you either kill or be killed. To get 50% shares from his dieing grandmother who is on the verge to restore her family, lance must sign a Marriage contract with Hazel to get back his stolen wealth. Lance abuses Hazel every chances he gets so as Hazel can quit the Marriage however when Lance was struck facing Deaths door. Hazel became his only hope which lead to a steamy relationship and a turn of events that would test the love of the duo. When things turns for good, the wolf of the north begins their raid on hazel.

My mother was the Chosen Luna—the one who once conquered three powerful Alphas. When her mission was done, she vanished from this world, leaving behind only me, and the three Alphas who had once loved her with everything they had. My first father, Alpha Jeff Tanners, ruled the Silver Moon Pack—rich enough to buy half the continent. My second father, Alpha Kael Grey, commanded all the warriors of the Northern Alliance. My third father, Alpha Bran Theron, held every medical resource wolves and humans depended on. For eighteen years, I was their cherished little princess. Whatever I wanted, they gave—no questions, no hesitation. Until they brought home that girl—a fragile orphan named Arie Ryker. From that day on, everything changed. She told them I called her a filthy stray, unworthy of our pack. She said I led the young wolves at school to bully her. She said I tampered with her performance costume, that I caused her allergy, that I made her faint on stage. And they believed her. They stopped believing me. The ninety-ninth time they chose her over me, when they shouted, "Don't come back again!", I didn't argue. I just picked up my luggage and left. They thought I'd come running home like before—that my disappearance was just another way to make them see me. But when they found out I had left the pack for good, that my identity had been erased, that I could no longer be found, the three mighty Alphas finally broke.

On our wedding night, my fiancé's best friend barged into our room for the third time, claiming a wedding prank. Having had enough, I warned Sam Whitman that if we didn't consummate our marriage that night, it was as good as over. He glanced at my half-unbuttoned dress and dismissed my words as a tantrum. Then Candace Lombard stormed in for the ninth time, ripped off the covers, and livestreamed our intimate moments. Sam merely pushed me aside and told me to be understanding. She climbed into our bed, smirking as she claimed the spot between us. "Wedding night prank? I get it," I grinned, leaning into her livestream camera. "Alright, everyone, fire up those donations! I'm about to let my husband take a mistress live. Let's make it a show!"

In our five years of marriage, I had given in to my husband, John, for a grand total of three times. The first time was during my pregnancy. He had taken his ex-girlfriend Stacy, who had once taken three bullets for him, back home and cared for her. When I became angry, he immediately sent her away once she recovered. The second time was after childbirth, when I was ready to return to work. To repay a favor, he gave the position I had worked years for to Stacy. He said it was so I could rest well. I looked at my son, who needed me, and I conceded. The third time was during our son’s birthday. In front of the entire company, he had announced that Stacy was his wife, all so she could establish herself in the company. I gave him two choices: divorce or send her away. Without hesitation, he chose the latter and immediately sent her abroad. The fourth time was when my father suddenly had a heart attack and urgently needed surgery. He disappeared again. I searched everywhere for him to cover the hospital expenses, and I finally discovered that he had gone to the airport to pick up a pregnant Stacy, who was returning to the country. Because of that, my father missed the best chance for treatment and died. I was done giving in. I disguised the divorce agreement as our son’s medical bill and tricked him into signing it. No compensation or apology would matter. I did not wish to have him near my son or myself again.

In the previous timeline, my younger brother was adopted by a wealthy family, while I was taken in by a scrap collector. Ten years later, he was cast out by the elite household, while I had built the most prominent steel company in Kingsport City. Given a second chance, my brother tried to walk the same path I once did. He begged the scrap collector to take him instead. Though what he never understood was that without me, the steel company that was renowned throughout Kingsport City would never have existed.

𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗨𝗘 Agad akong nagbihis nang makaalis si Damian, narinig kong mamayang alas syete ng gabi pa ang uwi nito. Pagkakataon kona ito para makatakas Matapos kong magbihis ay sumilip muna ako sa labas ng kwarto. Alam kong maraming bantay ang nandito pero kailangan kong gawan ng paraan 'to. Gustong gusto ko nang makatakas sakanya “ pst! ” sitsit ko sa isang bantay “ Ano po 'yun señorita? ” “ Nauuhaw ako, Gusto ko ng tubig. ” saad ko. “ Sandali lang po. ” Nilibot ko ang aking paningin. Ang ibang bantay ay abala sa paglilinis ng mga armas nila. Kaya naman dahan dahan akong naglakad, halos hindi na ako makahinga dahil sa ginagawa kong ito. Konti nalang ay malapit na rin ako sa pinto Makakatakas rin ako rito.. Makakasama kona ulit sina mama at papa Bubuksan kona sana ang pinto ngunit agad 'yong bumukas at bumungad saakin ang madilim na mukha ni Damian “ trying to escape again? ” “ damian.. ” umatras ako dahil sa takot. dahan-dahan itong lumapit sakin “ you can't escape from here, Avril. ” matigas na sabi nito “ damian, pakawalan mona ako please.. ” nagmamakaawang sabi ko “ Why would i? You're now my wife. ” Umiling ako, “ Nahihibang kana Damian. Kahit kailan hindi ko papatulan ang isang demónyong gaya mo! ” lakas loob na sigaw ko Oo nga't asawa niya ako. Asawa niya lang ako sa papel. mula nang kidnapin ako nito ay naging impyerno na ang buhay ko. Wala na akong ibang naramdaman kundi puro takot at pangungulila sa mga magulang ko “ So this is the evil you're talking about. ” matigas na aniya at pinutukan ang isa sa mga katulong rito. napaiyak ako sa takot. Wala nang buhay ang inosenteng katulong Ito ba talaga ang nakatadhanang buhay para saakin? Ang pang habang buhay na maitali sa isang demònyong kagaya niya? Ang maging isang asawa ng demònyong 'to

I worked tirelessly to secure a major project with the design institute, but my husband fabricated lies out of nowhere, claiming I was dragging the company down. He handed the credit for my work to his first love. Instead of getting angry, I laughed and gave my position as the company's Design Director to his precious first love too. "Working on projects all the time is exhausting. Why don't I just make you the company's Design Director instead?" Every single colleague thought I'd lost my mind, but nobody knew the project could only succeed because of my unique design style and my connections. Without me, the project would not just fail. The entire company would collapse.