Oto No Naru Hou E Lirik

Everyone in Sparrowville said that Margaret Chapman was the happiest woman in town. Gavin Hartley showered her with gifts—a sapphire ring, an asteroid after her name—treating her like she was the center of his universe. Margaret had always believed it, too. Until the day she accidentally discovered the woman he had been hiding in his villa. For ten years, he had kept her there—his childhood sweetheart. After she lost herself to schizophrenia, she had said, "Margaret is me." And so, for nearly seven years, Gavin had courted Margaret and cherished her, playing out a love story that had never truly been hers. Margaret's heart crumbled to ash after she found out the truth. She left without looking back, moving to a country thousands of miles away. But she never imagined that Gavin would lose himself to rage, his eyes burning red as he nearly tore Sparrowville apart. "Where the hell is Margaret?!"

El día que celebrábamos nuestro tercer aniversario de bodas, Camila Estévez —enamorada de mi esposo desde hacía tres años— decidió proclamar su amor por él en Facebook.

It's been ten years now and I've programmed my brain to forget her little did I know that I was deceiving myself. Things changed when I saw her. She looked different. She wasn't the same little girl I had fallen in love with. She was now a grown woman. She was gorgeous. I needed her beneath me just for one night. I'd get her out of my system and move on. That was probably a lie. Months later. Here I am drowning my sorrow in alcohol on my last night as a single man. I was getting married to a woman I never truly loved. Tara gave me a shy smile as she approached the aisle with her father. Kelsey looked away and ignored me. I was about to slide the ring on Tara's finger and her father's voice stopped me. "Stop." I turned around and faced him. Tara grabbed his hand angrily. "Dad what are you doing?!" Tara yelled furiously.

Jihan Yuniar harus selalu mengalah ketika uang jatah bulananya harus diambil oleh Inggar Larasati, ibu mertuanya yang suka bergaya seperti wanita sosialita padahal sebenarnya hidupnya serba pas-pasan dan hanya mengandalkan uang pemberian putranya . Bahkan Jihan harus memenuhi kebutuhan dapurnya dengan hasil dari berjualan seblak dan telur gulung di teras rumahnya. Apalagi sang suami, Rizal Aditama sama sekali tak punya ketegasan untuk menolak keinginan sang ibu. Lalu, bagaimana nasib rumah tangga Jihan dan Rizal pada akhirnya? Sampai kapan Jihan harus berjuang seorang diri untuk memenuhi kebutuhan hidup mereka? Mampukah Jihan merengkuh kebahagiaan bersama Fadil, putranya? Yuk, kita ikuti kisah rumah tangga Jihan dan Rizal yang penuh konflik di novel ini.

On Mia Larson’s birthday, her mother, who had been her anchor, passed away. Her husband, Nick Ford, did not celebrate her birthday, nor did he attend her mother’s funeral. Instead, he was at the airport, picking up his one true love.

***Based on my true story*** Memiliki seorang kekasih seperti Rafael Benedicto adalah salah satu hal yang membuat hidupku menjadi sempurna. Ya, Kesempurnaan yang selama ini aku impikan, yaitu memiliki seorang kekasih yang tulus dan mencintaiku apa adanya. Namun kesempurnaan itu harus dihalang oleh adanya perbedaan agama. Dan pada akhirnya, aku sudah lelah untuk memperjuangkan hubungan ini. Bukan, masalahnya bukan karena lelah memperjuangkan perbedaan itu. Hubunganku dan Rafael hancur karena adanya pengkhianatan sehingga aku harus mengakhiri hubungan ini dan tidak bisa melanjutkan perjuangan untuk mengalahkan perbedaan. Disaat banyaknya rintangan yang sudah kita lalui bersama dan disaat aku sudah memperjuangkan hubungan kita sampai sejauh ini... Mengapa kau malah menjauhi aku, Rafael? Mengapa semua janji memperjuangkan hubungan ini yang pernah terucap seakan mudah untuk dilupakan begitu saja? Perasaan bukanlah sebuah permainan jika kamu hanya ingin mencari kesenangan disaat masa tersulitmu.

The night before I was supposed to marry the heir to the Moretti family, I found a string of ninety-nine filthy texts on my fiancé Leo’s phone. A woman named Ava Collins, telling him she loved him. Shameless. Desperate. She was begging him to call off our wedding, threatening to kill herself if he went through with it. I didn’t waste a second. I shoved the phone in his face and demanded an explanation. The silence stretched for an eternity before he finally broke. “Her brother was Liam. My underboss. He took a bullet for me. My bullet. I promised him I’d look after her.” "Jennifer, we grew up together. You know it’s you. It’s always been you. I swear, I’ll handle it. I’ll cut her off." I searched his eyes, hunting for the lie. I swallowed the acid in my throat and chose to believe him. The wedding was on. This was bigger than us. It was a treaty signed in blood between two families. And God help me, I still loved him. But on our wedding day, as we stood at the altar, vows on our lips, Leo got the call. It was her. Ava. On a bridge, threatening to jump. Demanding he come. Now. The diamond ring, a breath away from my finger, clattered to the stone floor of the church. Not a word. Not a single explanation. He just left. Left me, our families, our future... left me standing alone at the altar. Through a blur of tears, I screamed after him, "Leo, if you walk out that door, we are done!" His only reply, tossed over his shoulder, “She needs me.” He never looked back. Carrying his child, I vanished from his world and never looked back.

Tony Gambino never forgave me. His childhood sweetheart died saving my life, and for seven years, his hatred was a constant, silent burn. I fasted. I prayed. I begged for absolution. He met my penance with a cold sneer. "I'll only forgive you when you're dead." The words were a knife to the heart. So why, when we were both poisoned, did he shove the only antidote down my throat? As the poison claimed him, blood trickling from his lips, he choked out his last words, "Scarlett... in our next life, let's never meet." Later, I tried to visit his grave. His sworn brother and Consigliere, Richard Bruno, blocked my path. He pressed a gun to my forehead. "I don't know how you have the nerve to show your face here, Scarlett. He'd be alive if he hadn't saved you. "I should never have let him give up Elma for you. You're a curse. Everyone who gets close to you gets destroyed." Their eyes were unanimous in their blame. And they were right. So I watched his gravesite from a distance, my own guilt a heavier stone than any marker. Not long after, I was killed in a gang crossfire. When I opened my eyes, I was seven years in the past. This time, I made a different choice: I let Tony go—so that everyone might live.

In the third year of our marriage, my wife’s ex-boyfriend of eight years suddenly posted a picture on social media showing off a multi-million-dollar wedding house. His caption read: “Wow, got myself a huge villa, I’m the master of charming women!” I stared in shock at the picture, which showed my wife swiping her card at a sales office, and left a single comment: "?" A second later, my wife called to scold me. “I was just fulfilling a promise I made to him back when we were dating, buying him a house. Why are you getting mad at him?” “What? Are you really going to be so vicious as to force me to break my word?” That evening, her ex showed off another lavish post, this time flaunting a renovation bill worth hundreds of thousands. I knew it was a gift from my wife to please him. But by then, I no longer cared.

Condemned by her pack and murdered by her own blood, Zoe Aukland awakens in her younger body — gifted a second chance by the Moon Goddess. But with every change she makes, pieces of the memories she depends on are erased. She falls for Jayden Cross, her destined mate, but learns a devastating truth: he is also the Bloodhound, a merciless wolf-killer. Loving him could mean repeating the same destruction that claimed her before. Zoe must outwit fate, destiny, love, and wolf politics … or lose everything, forever.