Smile Good Vibes Quotes

She placed her faith in a scumbag in her past life, leading to the destruction of her family. After being tormented in an asylum for three years, she was burned to death by the wicked mistress. She's reborn with a heart of hatred and taken back to when it all started. From that day on, the woman that everyone thinks is naive and dumb becomes ruthless and harsh. She's the calculating heiress to a company, a mysterious hacker, and a top star. She stomps all over her scumbag ex and his mistress. Rumor has it that a certain ruthless CEO gets into a flash marriage with a mysterious woman and dotes on her to no end. The online community tries to dig up her identity—all they find is that it's still her!

Megan Hurley orchestrated a bullying scheme to drive a wedge between me and my childhood friend, Eugene. I fell into her trap as she intended, but only saved Eugene Carson. The thugs she hired, however, proved reckless. As a result, she accidentally died. This enraged Eugene to the point of hatred. He was convinced I had set up the bullying that led to Megan's death. On our wedding anniversary, he pushed me off a high building, his face twisted with relentless fury. "This is what you owe me and Megan. Sherlyn, you deserve to die!" When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day of the bullying. This time, I didn't intervene. Later, he knocked on my window in the rain, saying hoarsely in despair, "Sherlyn, why do you no longer care about me?"

Having dated for five years and been married for seven, she had never missed his birthday in the past 12 years. The 12 gifts from previous years were carefully placed in the storage closet. However, this year's birthday gift...

I lucked out, securing a guaranteed admission spot at Westbridge University—the one the real heiress throws away. Nicole Stewart drops out for love and runs off with the school's bully, shattering what should've been her perfect life. Meanwhile, I'm branded a thief, accused of stealing her place. However, I fight my way up to become a powerhouse in business and even marry her childhood sweetheart, Spencer Lowe. Yet, at the peak of it all, I open my eyes to find myself back to graduation day of senior year, right when I'm filling out my choices of colleges. A live barrage of comments flashes before my eyes. "That fake heiress, Gloria Stewart, is nothing but a thief. She stole Nicole's life!" "In her last life, Nicole actually dropped out of school to start a business with some school bully. She even gave her childhood sweetheart, who was her fiance, to someone else! Ugh, she's so stupid and pathetic." "Good thing Nicole gets a second chance. This time, the real heiress has awakened, so let's just see how miserable that fake heiress who stole her life becomes!" I just smile at the scrolling insults. Sorry, but I carve my own path. Nicole can be reborn a hundred times, and she still can't stop me from rising to the top.

Matapos makipaghiwalay sa kanya ng long-time boyfriend niya, nasangkot sa aksidente si Dr. Sylvaine Hope dahilan upang mabawasan ang chance niyang magbuntis. Tanggap na niya ang katotohanang tatanda siyang mag-isa. Hanggang isang araw, pumasok sa kanyang klinika ang isang lalaking may maitim na aura at mas galit pa yata sa mundo. Tinutukan siya nito ng baril sa ulo at hiniling na ipagbuntis niya ang tagapagmana nito. Alam niyang ang kahilingan nito ay isang bagay na hindi niya kayang ibigay. Ngunit paano siya makaliligtas sa isang lalaking kaya siyang barilin sa isang kisap-mata? Ngunit mapaglaro ang tadhana, sa takot na patayin siya nito, natagpuan niya ang sariling tumatakbo palayo rito bitbit ang sanggol sa kanyang sinapupunan. Sa kanyang pagbabalik, kakayanin ba niyang labanan ang isang lalaking tulad ni Gray Hugo Whitlock, o magpapatangay siya sa kabila ng kasamaan nito?

Ako ang anak na pinapangarap nila, at siya ang lalaking pinalaki para sa akin. Hindi kami magka-apelyido o magkadugo ngunit magkapatid ang turingan namin sa loob ng bahay at sa harap ng mga magulang ko. — Heaven Abellana Bata pa lang ay alam ko kung bakit ako pinalaki. Matagal akong naghintay at walang makakapigil sa kagustuhan kong makuha siya. Dapat lang na kunin ko ang bagay na pinangako nila. — Rigel Skye

Malinaw na nakikita ni Rosie Frey Israel ang magiging kinabukasan niya sa kanyang boyfriend na si Rico. Tanging alok na kasal na lamang ang hinihintay niya mula rito. Ngunit hindi niya inasahang sa pagpunta niya sa night club ay malalaman niyang pinagtataksilan pala siya nito. Sa gabing iyon, hinayaan niya ang sariling uminom at kalimutan ang pagiging guro ngunit mas hindi niya inasahan na sa muling paggising niya sa umaga ay ibang lalaki na ang nasa tabi niya. Hindi niya napaghandaan na isang West Severino pala ang magpapabago sa takbo ng kanyang buhay. Kakayanin niya kayang tumaliwas sa tukso o mas pipiliin niyang sumabay sa agos at magpalunod?

Si Beatrix Del Rosario ang bunsong anak ng mga Del Rosario. Pitong taon na itong kasal kay Miggy Sandoval ngunit dahil sa hindi niya mabigyan ng anak ang kanyang asawa ay nagawa nitong mangaliwa sa kanyang pinsan at gusto siyang hiwalayan. Dala ng sakit ay nagpakalasing siya at nagawa pang humila ng isang lalaki sa hotel para lamang mapawi ang sakit na nararamdaman. Paggising sa umaga ay ni ayaw niyang makilala ang lalaking nakasiping at tanging ang tattoo lamang nito sa likod ang kanyang naaalala. Sinubukan niyang kalimutan iyon at ipokus ang sarili sa kumpanya lalo pa't malapit na silang matalo ng isang Levi Archer Alcantara na kanyang kinasuklaman sa taglay na kahambogan at isa ang lalaki sa suspect niya sa pagkamatay ng kanyang pamilya. Ngunit paano kung magbunga ng kambal ang isang gabing dala ng kalasingan? At paano kung makita niya ang tattoo sa likod mismo ng isang Levi Archer Alcantara na kanyang kaaway? At paano siya magiging masaya nang tuluyan kung nakatali pa siya sa dati niyang asawa?

“Camille, I’ll love you forever!” Jameson let out a low, agonized growl. Just as he was about to climax, his phone suddenly began to buzz. He ignored it, of course. Now was hardly the time. However, his phone lit up again. The moment he saw the text on the screen, his body froze. Camille heard him answer the call. “Hello?” In the deep silence of the night, the voice on the phone cut through the stillness, clear and unmistakable. “Jameson, did you know that Sylvia—” Jameson switched languages and cut in with a sharp command, “Keep it down. It's not a good time.” The other person switched languages too, though he was still loud. “The hospital results came in. Sylvia is in the final stages of cancer. She only has a month left! Her last wish is to become your wife. Can you grant her that before she passes?” Jameson’s expression changed immediately. “What?! Wait for me!” He ended the call and turned to Camille. “Camille, something urgent came up. I need to step out for a bit. Be good and stay home. I’ll be back after you’ve had some sleep.” Before she could respond, he rose to wash up, changed his clothes, and left without looking back. Moments later, her phone buzzed. Sylvia: [Camille, you lost. I told you—Jameson has always been mine.] Right above it was a message from three days ago: [If I tell him I have cancer, do you think Jameson will leave you and come to me? I bet he will.] Camille’s gaze slowly shifted from her phone screen to the open bedroom door. What Jameson did not know was that she had already picked up a new language. She understood every word of that call. After a long moment, a faint, bitter smile appeared on her face. “Yeah, I lost...”

At the Mercer family's annual dinner, I accidentally wore a couture gown that belonged to Lucian's late wife. The eight-year-old boy I had raised myself, in front of every key member of the Family, threw a glass of expensive red wine all over my pure white dress. He just stood there, his cold, condescending expression a mirror of his father's. "Don't think you can become the mistress of this house just by dressing like my Mamma." "I swear, when I'm old enough to take over the family business, I'll make you disappear for good!" The cold liquid soaked through the fabric, clinging to my skin. But I felt nothing. My heart had frozen solid the moment I signed my life away eight years ago. I looked at the child I had raised as my own for eight years. There was no anger. The faintest smile touched my lips. I leaned down and whispered in his ear, "You won't have to wait that long, my little lion. I'm leaving, and it will be very soon."