we go up easy lyrics

Naging masalimuot ang kanyang buhay matapos siyang i-kasal. Matapos siyang makakuha ng kapangyarihan, parehong lumuhod sa harap niya ang kanyang biyenan at hipag. “Huwag mong iwanan ang anak ko,” pagmamakaawa ng kanyang biyenan. Sabi naman ng kanyang hipag, “Bayaw, ako’y nagkamali…”

I've spent the past seven years by Caleb Hale's side, but I don't have a proper identity. He doesn't seem interested in marrying me, either. Later, he has plans to marry the daughter of the White family in a political marriage. They only have one condition—he must throw away the sandalwood bead bracelet he always wears. Caleb doesn't even bat an eye as he says, "It's just a little trinket, and I've grown sick of it." After that, he throws the bracelet into the annex from his balcony. Coincidentally, the annex later catches fire. Everyone is stunned to see me dash inside to retrieve the bracelet without a care for my safety. Subsequently, someone in the online community reveals that I kneeled in the snow outside Highspire Hall to get that bracelet.

Mother-in-law: “You shall leave my daughter immediately, you’re a complete piece of trash who isn’t worthy of her.”Three days later, the son-in-law drives up in a luxurious car.Mother-in-law: “Please, I’m begging you, don’t leave my daughter.”

"Congratulations Mrs Amberlyyn, you have been declared positively pregnant and you are already 2 months pregnant." In fact, she could only feel the happy news that Amberlyn received for a moment. If only he hadn't come home that day, perhaps this unfortunate incident would not have happened to him. Amberlyn died at the hands of her husband, after catching him having an affair with her best friend, Stella. "If I were given a second chance, then I would avenge all my revenge, and would not want to marry a bastard like him." Amberlyn's last words before she closed her eyes, who would have thought that God had given her something special, Amberlyn came back to life, but Amberlyn livedback 3 years.So, will Amber be able to really change her destiny, while Amber will be reunited with the people who hurt her in the future. So, how does Amber get her revenge?

“You belong to me! Mine to touch, kiss, claim and break. Mine alone, Dina!” ____ Unable to pay off her father's debt, Dina was auctioned off to one of the most notorious and ruthless Alphas in the werewolf realm. She thought he was an ordinary man not until she was brought to the werewolf realm, realizing the man who bought her is a werewolf; a species who hates human. She was to be his tool of relief for that one night, which no one had never survived, but she did. She was a weak human girl unworthy of his claim, yet he couldn't take her off his mind. Instead of becoming Alpha Lyko'z plaything, she became his deadliest obsession. But what if there is more to her identity than meets the eye? With enemies lurking around, her ill fate ready to consume her alive, a blind mother waiting for her at home, and a cursed Alpha mate by her side, would they both get the happy ending they expected or the reverse? Read on to find out.

“I hope you don’t loose those who truly value you because you can’t come down to hear them.” Those were the last words he told me before stomping out of the house, leaving me cold, empty and more lonely. ______ Cassandra Heathingways wasn’t your average girl. She was rude and picky, spiteful and proud. And she had every reason to be. She was the only heir to the Heathingways throne, and even though she lost a lot on the way, that was enough to keep her going. Not until her father broke the news of her marriage to the Hudson heir. Will the stuck up and proud bride be able to change her ways for the sake of the marriage?

My husband worked overtime in the studio and suffered from an explosion. His body was blown to pieces. When my bestie frantically told me the news, I just nodded calmly. She called and texted me nonstop. She urged me to go to the site to recognize my husband's body. I blacklisted her and bought a ticket to go abroad. In my previous life, when I heard the news, I stopped at nothing and rushed to my husband's studio. However, I only saw my husband's cold ashes. My bestie said that my husband had poured out his troubles to her once. My husband said that I had run up a mountainous debt for gambling. He wanted a divorce, but I threatened him that he would have a sky-high debt if he divorced me. Even my mother cried and accused me of often going to the casino and taking men home at midnight. But none of this was true. I treated my husband very well; just a few days ago, I gave him a million-dollar watch as a gift. And I had never done anything related to gambling. Facing their accusation, I chose to call the police to prove my innocence. However, the police discovered my diamond necklace at the explosion site, where forensic experts also found my fingerprints. I failed to prove my innocence and became the heinous murderer who killed my husband. My mother took me to court for justice and took over my business empire. In jail, I was retaliated and died. When I opened my eyes again, I regained my life on the day when my husband suffered from the explosion.

After I announced my exit from the music industry, the public response was overwhelmingly positive. The only person who voiced his objection was my girlfriend's rumored lover, the up-and-coming songwriter Lucas Zacker. He put on a show of sincerity in front of a crowd of reporters. "It's all a misunderstanding. Matthew is an irreplaceable talent in the music industry. I sincerely hope he returns to the stage." I shut off my phone and turned a blind eye to his public plea. In my past life, one of my songs had been identical to his supposedly original single. As such, netizens accused me of plagiarism, cursing me and wishing death upon my family. Frustrated, I posted the entire creation process online, but it couldn't stand up to the timeline. His new song had been released ten minutes ahead of mine. Just because of the ten-minute difference, netizens sent me photoshopped mourning portraits of myself and even went so far as to come to my house and vandalize it with paint. The relentless cyberbullying went on for years, and it drove me into a deep depression. My parents exhausted their life savings trying to clear my name, only for crazed fans to set our house on fire, causing my parents to burn to death. In the end, when his song won an award, I jumped off a building. But who would have guessed that when I opened my eyes again, I was reborn on the very day the new song was set to release.

I head to a real estate sales office with my fiancée to purchase a marital home, where we meet a two-faced realtor. He starts off by complimenting my fiancée for everything she's achieved at her young age, especially since she can afford to drive a Rolls-Royce. Then, he hints that I'm wearing a fake watch and pretending to be rich so that I can live off her money and get a house without paying a cent. When he learns that we're buying our marital home, he raises his voice and says to me, "I think the sugar mommy who bought you two houses the last time was pretty nice. Oh, wait—I forgot that you have more than one sugar mommy, Mr. Bellway. Do they know of one another's existences?" I smile. My so-called sugar mommy is my actual godmother, but there's no denying that she's rich. Unfortunately for this realtor, my fiancée is nothing but a poor student whom I sponsored back in the day!

Caught in a ruthless conspiracy, Maisie Vanderbilt lost her chastity and was forced to move out of her home. Six years later, she returned to the country with three little rugrats tagging along, ready for revenge. To her surprise, her adorable angels turned out to be much more resourceful than herself. They tracked down their birth father, a man powerful enough to protect her, and had him kidnapped. “Mommy, we kidnapped Daddy and brought him home!” The man gazed down at the three miniature versions of himself. Then, he backed her up against the corner of the wall. With a brow raised, he suddenly smirked. “Since we already have three, how about another?” Maisie retorted, “Scr*w you!”