We Dont Talk Anymore Chord

As the top phone service sales representative, I unexpectedly received a malicious complaint. I expect to be given a fair resolution, but nothing of the sort happens. The director calls off my imminent promotion and has an intern take my place. I'm indignant and want to resign, but I accidentally overhear the intern acting coquettishly toward the director. "Daddy…" The director is the general manager's husband, though. Everyone in the company knows they're DINKs. Where would he have gotten a daughter from? I chuckle and shred my resignation letter. Behold my wrath and revenge!

Annastasya, a simple girl-- no scratch that, she's not just a simple girl because she's a witch. Yes, the one who uses witchcrafts, spells and some unknown, undescribable things that no person on earth can explain. Living her life as a normal college student - secretly from her family. She's doing fine and nothing bothers her, except for selling her fishes in the market to sustain her financial needs in school. Everything's fine and doing alright in her daily routine not until that one night. Just one unfortunate night that change her life.

Sean Abelard. Seorang CEO yang gemar berganti wanita cantik. Bersumpah pada diri sendiri tidak akan menikah dan selamanya menikmati tubuh gadis muda nan jelita. Hingga suatu hari, wanita berkuncir kuda dengan make up sederhana hadir dan selalu bersama Sean Abelard setiap hari. Dia adalah Sandra Adira. Lalu, kenapa imajinasi terliar dari hasrat terpanas seorang Sean Abelard justru menginginkan wanita itu? Terobsesi untuk menaklukan dan mencicipinya di atas ranjang! Padahal, Sandra Adira sudah memiliki cincin pertunangan di jari manisnya. Hanya dalam waktu enam bulan ke depan, ia akan menjadi istri orang. Sebuah Gairah Terlarang sang CEO yang entah berakhir dengan senyuman atau ... kesedihan. Apa yang harus Sean Abelard korbankan demi hasratnya kepada Sandra Adira? Apa yang akan Sandra Adira lakukan ketika mengetahui bahwa ia sudah berada di dalam cengkeraman Sean dan tidak ada jalan keluar? Apakah hati satu sama lain akan berubah menjadi cinta suci? Ataukah ... cinta memang tidak harus memiliki?

"I Lillian Camilla Vincent promise to make your life a living hell for as long as I live," I whispered to him, to anyone we were just husband and wife exchanging quiet talk on the altar, but they didn't know we were making a promise to torment each other's life. " And I promise to return the favor dear wife, in a hundred fold," Forced to marry a boy she once bullied, Lillian is determined to make his life a living hell, only problem is, he's not that boy anymore but now a man and he is Antonio Giovanni Gonzalez. The scrawny boy she tormented has become the powerful Antonio Giovanni Gonzalez. She's soon to discover revenge is a dish best served with a side sizzling of passion. Two Captains, one ship, can this ship sail? Or will their quest for revenge consume them? Find out.

My sister and I married into wealthy families at the same time and became glamorous society wives. She had been childhood sweethearts with her husband, a CEO who was admired and respected by all. On the surface, their marriage was harmonious and respectful. But three years after the wedding, she got drunk one night and tearfully confessed to me. "Carrie… he's seeing someone else. He even has a love child now. They've been together longer than we've been married. He's been lying to me all this time. I'm just a joke to him." My eyes burned, brimming with unshed tears. "Actually… Kai's cheating too. He even bought his mistress a luxury car." We cried together all night. Gradually, our sorrow slowly turned into cold, clear resolve. "I don't want that bastard anymore, Carrie." "It's okay, Rachel. If you're walking away, I am too. I don't want my scumbag husband either." After a long talk, we made our final decision: Since this life wasn't working, we'd disappear. We'd leave it all behind and vanish without a trace.

He presses her hard to the wall, but make sure to secure the little girl head, his hands at his ex-wife waist tightened as his trembling lips opened, his voice quivered as he said something near her ears. "I wont be a bad guy anymore Xiara, dont leave me again, okay?" he repeated it over and over again like chanting a spell, but the pit at his stomach only continued to grow. His eyes flash a bit of crazy obsessiveness and paranoia as the hand that hold Xiara head a while ago gently stroke her head with great restraints. Tilting her head, Xiara blinked, "Who are you?"

I had no choice but to become the partner of a mafia boss with an incubus bloodline when his heat cycle began. To my surprise, Lionel Andrus and I got along better than I ever imagined. Every night, he held me close, craving more of me, as if we were made for each other. But right before we got our marriage license, my jealous sister, Tracy Rowe, tried to talk me out of it. "Incubi are born flirts," she warned. "How do you know you're his only woman? Once he's bored, he'll toss you aside." In my last life, I had believed her. I called off my engagement with Lionel and, through her introduction, married a "nice guy" named Jamie Stephenson. After we married, Jamie cheated on me and gave me STDs. Desperate, I went to Tracy's house to ask for help. She turned me away with disgust. "You couldn't control your husband and ended up sick, and you actually came asking me for money? How dare you! You have no self-respect. You don't deserve to be my sister!" Right then, she publicly cut ties with me. Even our parents sided with her, calling me a disgrace and refusing to let me step inside the house. In the end, I couldn't take the pain anymore and ended up hanging myself. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the very day Tracy told me not to marry Lionel.

My husband, Matthew Lorenzo, dies unexpectedly. Soon after, my in-laws come to me with an outrageous suggestion. "Why not let Matthew’s twin brother take you in and look after you? After all, your child needs a father." My sister-in-law, Felicia Dare, furiously calls me a shameless woman. I turn to look at Matthew's brother, Michael Lorenzo. It's like staring at Matthew's face all over again. The grief hits me hard. Just as I'm about to talk my in-laws out of this ridiculous idea, I overhear a conversation behind the door between them and "Michael". "Michael was the one who died. Why did you lie and let everyone think it was you?" Matthew sighs. "The one I love is Felicia. Faking my death was the only way I could be with her openly. And as for this nonsense about taking Luna in and looking after her—drop it. "As for Luna, I gave her a child and a respectable marriage. I don't owe her anything." I turn around and see my daughter standing there with her eyes red. She asks, "Mommy, does Daddy not want us anymore?" I kneel down, gather her into my arms, and hold back the ache in my chest. "Sweetheart, your uncle just wants to protect the person he loves. We shouldn't disturb him; it's time we start our new life."

Upon receiving the divorce agreement, Daniel Faulkner's name was added to Sheila Oscar's list of targets for revenge. But the more she tried to torment him, the more he seemed to enjoy it. As Sheila Oscar's various identities were revealed, Daniel Faulkner found out that she was, in fact, his true savior. The news shook the capital city. "Sheila Oscar, we need to talk," Daniel Faulkner said. Sheila Oscar responded coldly, "Talk about what?" "Remarry me!"

My husband, an anesthesiologist, deliberately increases the sedative dosage on an accident victim so he can get a new heart for his first love, Selena Quigley. After her operation, he cares for her and celebrates her rebirth. He only remembers to contact me after she's recovered. "It's been three months since we saw each other, honey. You shouldn't be mad anymore, right? Why don't you book a flight for tomorrow so you can come home? I'll pick you up at the airport." I won't be going home anymore, though. Not now, not forever. I've already died on his operating table.