Walang Tayo Lyrics Flow G

"Has anyone heard of this city?! No one seems to remember it, and something horrific might have happened to it."

Tayo, un jeune homme âgé de 24 ans qui vivait avec ses parents, avait fait tout son possible pour obtenir un boulot après avoir pu obtenir tous ses diplômes étant très jeune. Mais n'arrivant pas à trouver un boulot, ce jeune très ambitieux se sentait tellement mal à l'aise malgré qu'il avait ses parents qui étaient présents pour lui. Il se voyait incapable à satisfaire ses propres besoins lui-même et dépendait toujours de ses parents. Grâce aux conseils de sa mère et de son meilleur ami Richy, il arrivait à prendre son mal en patience. Tayo qui se battait dans le but de réaliser son rêve, s'était mis dans la tempête de l'amour lorsqu'il avait rencontré Rosy. Une belle et séduisante femme que Tayo voulait à tout prix, parce qu'il était fou amoureux d'elle. Mais Rosy, ne voyait pas du tout Tayo, pour elle, Tayo n'est pas à la hauteur pour être son genre d'homme. Elle ridiculise Tayo et le traite de tous les noms, tout juste à cause de l'amour que ce dernier a pour lui. Tayo se disait qu'il n'avait de la chance en rien et qu'il était poursuivi par la méchanceté en ignorant que l'amour de sa vie était bien à ses côtés. Oui, Grâce, une des camarades que Tayo avait à l'Université, était follement amoureuse de lui, sans que Tayo ne le sache. Mais il suffit que Grâce vienne redorer le monde de Tayo pour que Rosy refait surface en disant qu'elle est amoureuse de lui. Sachant que Tayo était fou amoureux de Rosy, quel serait le choix de ce dernier ? Reste à voir dans le développement de notre belle histoire bourrée de la pure romance.

"It's my mother's 60th birthday today, but you brought home your first love, and you're asking for a divorce? Couldn't you have waited just one more day?" "Nope!" "Fine. I agree to the divorce. From this day onward, we no longer have anything to do with each other!" After the divorce, a beautiful CEO, a superstar diva, and even a princess all begin making their moves. After the divorce, I stand unrivaled as an expert in both medicine and martial arts, my power and influence unmatched. After the divorce, your family falls apart, losing everything. I know your heart is breaking, and regret is eating you alive, but why are you sobbing at my feet now?

I have been married to Andrew Connolly for four years, but whenever his gaze meets mine, there is no recognition at all. Even my voice doesn't register. He remembers everyone around him, yet the one person he never remembers is that I am his wife. If I put on a hat, he asks who I am. When I tie my hair up, he assumes I am a new hire at his company. To help him remember, I repeat the same outfit, the same makeup, the same hairstyle. Still, despite my daily presence, he treats me like a stranger. I tell myself Andrew is simply buried in work, that the neglect is accidental, right up until a concert night. I watch him cut through the crowd and embrace his first love, whom he has not seen in years. When the stage suddenly collapses, I seize his arm and beg, "Honey, please save me." Andrew shoves me away, his voice flat and cold. "You're not my wife. My wife is at home." I am crushed beneath the falling debris. Choking on blood, I can only watch as Andrew rescues his first love and walks away. That is when I realize it's not that he can't remember me, he just doesn't love me. The bodyguards drag me out of the wreckage. Later, I spend a month confined to bed with serious injuries. While I am in the hospital, I get a photo of Andrew kissing his first love. The blows land one after another and mercilessly jerk me awake. I am done with love, and I am done with him!

A burglar breaks into our home, taking my mother-in-law and me captive. He stabs my mother-in-law's eyes, blinding her. Then, he slices her tongue and strips her, even putting on a live stream to air the whole thing. He claims that he'll auction my mother-in-law's organs if we can't pay the ransom of ten million dollars. The live stream infuriates the Internet, and everyone starts searching for my husband, the city's wealthiest man. No one knows he's on a luxury cruise ship, holding an engagement ceremony with his childhood friend. He snarls, "What a dumb excuse to trick me out of my money! I'll burn the money for them when they're dead!"

I, Daphne Thorn, am an impoverished woman from the slums. William Blackburn, on the other hand, is the son of the richest man in Wylland. Unexpectedly, the two of us who share such vastly different identities end up being together. So far, we've tried out various difficult positions in our bouts of passion during our secret rendezvouses in secluded areas. Like the madman he is, William often torments me in every session. I'm so exhausted that I'm about to fall asleep. That's when a notification pops up on William's phone, which is sitting next to me. So, I take a peek at it. "William, my stomach hurts a lot! I'm suffering so much right now!" It's a text from someone named "Ellie". All the exhaustion in me disappears. I can feel my chest tightening up in discomfort. Once William is done with his shower, he leaves the bathroom and picks up his phone. "You should sleep first. I'm heading out," he says. When I see William turning his back on me, I blurt out, "Are you going to meet that childhood sweetheart of yours?" William wheels around to look at me. Suddenly, he moves to lift my chin. There is a trace of wariness in his eyes. "Don't go around sticking your nose in my business, Daphne. I like my woman docile and obedient." But I end up stalking William all the way to Royale Hotel, where I witness him visiting Elaine Moore, his childhood sweetheart. He coaxes her as though she's the most precious treasure in the world. I don't have the courage to question William in person. But still, I want to know who he thinks is more important to him—me or Elaine? So, I give him a call. "William, my gastritis is acting up again! It hurts so much! Can you drive me to the hospital?" I said. I use the same tactic that Elaine had used earlier. That night, I keep waiting for William, and yet he never returns to me. That's when I decide to not love him anymore.

“I will agree to whatever you want, Ms. Aragon. I will give you a million, but in return, you'll be my mistress and partner in bed...” Hindi kaagad nakahuma si Lalaine sa sinabing iyon ng lalaki. Paano mangyayari ang gusto nitong maging kabit siya gayong kasal sila? “P-Pero kasal tayo, hindi ba?” naguguluhang tanong naman ni Lalaine na may munting kirot sa puso. “Sa papel lang tayo kasal, Ms. Aragon,” sagot naman ni Knives na bakas ang iritasyon sa tinig. “Hindi ko na uulitin ang tanong. Ano ang sagot mo?” malamig pa tanong sa babae. Dahil wala nang pagpipilian pa ay sumagot si Lalaine kahit labag sa kanyang kalooban, “S-Sige, pumapayag ako...” Si Knives Dawson, ang pinakamayamang businessman sa buong Luzon ay palihim na ikinasal sa isang ulilang dalaga na si Lalaine Aragon. Napilitan lang na magpakasal ang dalawa sa isa't-isa dahil sa kagustuhan ng kanilang mga minamahal na lola. May mamagitan kayang pagmamahal sa dalawang taong langit at lupa ang agwat ng katayuan sa buhay? Paano kapag nalaman ni Lalaine na mahal pa pala ng lalaki ang first love nito at nakatakda nang magpakasal ang dalawa. Ipaglalaban ba niya ang kanyang karapatan bilang asawa gayong alam niyang walang pagmamahal si Knives para sa kan'ya?

Nagsimula ang lahat sa isang taya, isang pustahan na ginawa ni Stanford Guzman sa kanyang dating kasintahan, isang pustahan na nagpapahintulot kay Veronica Montenegro na pakasalan ang kanyang lihim na pag-ibig. Naisip ni Stanford na palagi siyang mananalo ngunit hindi inaasahan, na ang pagkawala ni Veronica ang magiging pinakamalaking pagsisisi niya. Nakahiga pa rin ako sa kama, hubo't hubad, na may mga marka sa buong katawan ko, nang binitawan niya ang malamig na mga salitang iyon, "Melissa Johnson is back. I want a divorce." Nagulat ako kung gaano siya ka-callus. Hindi ko pa nasasabi sa kanya ang tungkol sa pagbubuntis ko. Ano ang dapat kong gawin ngayon? Makakalimutan ba niya si Melissa at ipagpapatuloy ang kasal na ito kung sasabihin ko sa kanya? "Malinaw na nakasaad sa kontrata na maaari nating tapusin ang kasal na ito kung hindi tayo magmamahalan sa isa't isa sa loob ng isang taon. Hindi kita mahal, Veronica. You failed to win my heart." Walang emosyon niyang sinabi ang mga salitang iyon, nakatingin sa mga mata ko. Naiintindihan ko na hinding-hindi ko mapapalitan si Melissa sa puso niya, kaya nagpasiya akong ilihim sa kanya ang pagbubuntis ko. "Maghiwalay na tayo," sabi ko Naisip ni Veronica na mabubuhay siya nang masaya kasama ang kanyang sanggol na malayo kay Stanford at sa kanyang malamig at walang pusong mundo. Ngunit gumawa na ng ibang plano ang tadhana para sa kanya. Sa huli ay tumawid siya sa kanyang landas. "Naglakas-loob kang itago sa akin ang anak ko. Ngayon humanda ka sa mga kahihinatnan." Nang muling lumitaw si Stanford sa buhay ni Veronica, naging buhawi ng kaguluhan ang lahat. Paano niya ilalayo ang kanyang sarili at ang kanyang anak sa kanya? Maililigtas kaya niya ang sarili na hindi na muling masaktan?

After working abroad for several years, I returned home, only to have my parents arrange a blind date for me. He was tall and strikingly handsome, honest in character, steady in demeanor, and came from an excellent family background. In short, the perfect candidate for a husband. I told myself that sooner or later, marriage was inevitable, so I settled on him. The day before the wedding, I went to the church—only to be stunned by the sight before me. The entire place had been transformed into something sinister and grotesque. The walls were plastered with terrifying photos of corpses, the floor littered with wax figures of severed arms and legs, and even the flowers had been dyed black, dripping with blood-red stains. But the most infuriating part was the image hanging right at the center of the church—an AI-generated picture of me, pinned beneath my fiancé, as he whipped me. My whole body trembled with fury. I stormed at the staff still working on the decorations, ordering them to stop immediately. Just then, his best friend, Nina Cullen, walked in. "Don't stop. Yves prefers this wedding style." I froze, staring at her in disbelief. "How is that possible? Who in their right mind would decorate something as joyous as a wedding with gore? This is insane!" Nina only gave a cold, arrogant laugh. "That's the theme. If you want to marry him, you'll have to accept it." Speechless, I immediately called Yves. "Yves, I'm not interested in getting married in a haunted house. You'd better restore the church to normal; otherwise, this wedding is off."

Because I saved my husband during a car accident, I lost my eyesight. He wept, promising to treat me well for the rest of our lives to repay my sacrifice. I cooperated with the treatment wholeheartedly, hoping for a full recovery. But on the day I finally regained my sight, I stumbled upon something that shattered my world. In our marital home, his first love lay beneath him, her flushed face betraying the passion of the moment. Their bodies intertwined, and the air around them thick with stifled moans—a vivid tableau of infidelity. "She's just a blind woman. Why haven't you divorced her yet?" the woman murmured impatiently, her voice laced with disdain as she moved against him. My husband, immersed in pleasure, still mumbled an excuse. "My love, just a little longer. Soon, we'll be together openly…" I turned and left without a word, pretending I had seen nothing. As I walked away, I remembered the witch's sacrificial ritual in the misty forest—only a few days away. My husband's betrayal cut deep, carving wounds I couldn't ignore. I made up my mind to return to the forest, to embrace my identity as a witch once more, and to sever all ties with him. Yet, after I disappeared, word reached me that he was searching for me everywhere like a madman. Rumor had it he had completely lost his mind.