I'm hesitant whether to knock or not on the door where the President is. I'm embarrassed by the tight red dress I'm wearing. I couldn't refuse because if I did, they would have dragged me here by force, so I just followed what they wanted. "Should I go in or not?" I whispered to myself. I thought about the money the President's bodyguard mentioned-1 million just to talk to me. I was shocked because I needed the money to pay for school this year. I'm entering Grade 12, and I should have saved up by now, especially since the school year is approaching. "I guess I should go in-" I was about to knock when the door suddenly opened. "Are you going to stay there or leave without your money?" he asked seriously. My eyes widened in shock as I found myself face-to-face with the President of the Philippines. He was incredibly muscular and even more handsome in person. "Ahm... I'm going in," I said, bowing my head as I walked past him. "What do you need? What are we going to do? I can entertain you until tomorrow if 1 million is enough," I said in rapid succession. I was nervous because it was my first time meeting him. I was lucky, but at the same time, unlucky if he planned to do something else-hopefully not. "Sit on my bed," he said, which startled me, so I quickly obeyed. Shit. He's scary. He stood in front of me, making me even more anxious. I looked into his eyes, wondering why he was standing there. I watched as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, never breaking eye contact with me. "W-what are you doing?" I asked, my voice trembling as I averted my gaze. I felt him move closer, so I looked up at him. His facial features were stunning. He was different, very different in person. His eyebrows were thick, and his lips were incredibly red. "Let me taste you," he said huskily while touching my face. I froze at his words and took a step back. I didn't expect him to say that to me. What we were about to do was wrong-it wasn't part of the deal. I couldn't give myself to him. "No, I don't want to..." I said, trembling as I tried to step back, but he stopped me, and I could still feel the floor beneath me. He held my chin and then moved his hand to the side of my arm. "I want you..." I couldn't move because if I refused now, I'd lose the 1 million, and who knows, he might even kill me for saying no. "Mr. President..." I said softly as his hand moved down to my chest. "Lie down," he ordered in a cold tone, so I obeyed him. Our thighs were still touching, so he spread them apart, and I couldn't control myself because of how he held my thigh, which was heating me up. "I want to taste your sweet body and lips." "Please, Mr. President, stop this..." Even though I wanted it, I was still afraid. I could see him licking my entrance as if he were incredibly thirsty. I didn't know where to turn because this was all so unfamiliar to me. "Ahh... Mr. Pres-" I couldn't help but moan because of the pleasure. Mr. President, stop this, I can't control myself. Please. I no longer recognize myself. I want my body, but my body wants him. "You taste so good..." He licked so hard, like I was the most precious dessert of his life. His tongue was out, kissing the sides of my folds. I was going crazy because I could feel something coming out. I couldn't hold it in anymore, so I let it out, and I saw him lick it and swallow it. I was so surprised. "Move..." I did as he said, lying down properly, still in shock from what had just happened. I saw him undress, removing his pants and boxers, which made my eyes widen. He came closer and closer, making me even more anxious. He leaned on me, then removed my dress so that I was fully naked, and he kissed me hungrily. I couldn't keep up, so I kept my mouth shut. "Move your mouth, woman. I want to taste you," he said sternly, scaring me. I kissed him back with the same intensity, making me arch my back. His hands roamed all over my body. He stopped for a moment to look at me completely. "You're so beautiful, damn woman," he whispered to me. I moaned when I felt his hand rubbing my breasts, and slowly, he lowered his head to taste my peak, making me groan hard. "Ahh... woman," he moaned. He returned to my lips, kissing me so hungrily that I couldn't breathe, so I paused before kissing him back again. But I suddenly cried out when I felt him enter me. "Oh, your first time? Are you okay? Do you want to continue?" he whispered to me. "Yes, please..." So he moved quickly, making me moan. I didn't know where to turn, seeing how much he was enjoying himself. Then he kissed me again, not hungrily but passionately, as if he wanted me to stay with him. Then I felt myself release, and he did too. He hugged me, and I felt him kiss the nape of my neck. He fell asleep, and I stayed there, crying, thinking about what I had done. When I woke up, I was surprised to find that I was dressed and remembered what had happened last night, something I hadn't expected. I was still sitting in bed when I caught his.
Chapter 1
A million pesos changed everything for us. I bought groceries, school supplies for Hekasi, and things my mom needed. The remaining money is on the debit card. We've paid off our debts. Life has become a little easier for us. Mama is even planning to start a business. I gave her 200k for the store.
"Ma, I'm leaving early today," I said as I stepped out of my room while she was preparing food.
A week has passed, but there's still no word from President Emerson. It's also been a week, yet Mama hasn't asked how I got a million pesos. It's strange.
I'm glad there are no symptoms yet, but I'm anxious every day until my period arrives. I'll only be at ease once it does.
"The food is ready. Eat first before you leave," Mama said, raising an eyebrow.
I'm not alone in life as they think. They say I'm a prostitute, but I'm not. I only look like one because of the people I'm around at the bar who always gossip about me.
"Yes, Ma. Just let me finish this. You take care here. Hekasi needs parents later. I read it in his notebook. Please go," I said.
Papa is gone. He left us long ago. We haven't heard from him since. So, Mama and I manage everything on our own.
I'm wearing a black tight dress and black heels. Mama is used to seeing me dressed like this, and even though she knows my job, she never scolds me. She just constantly reminds me to be careful.
"Ma! I'm leaving now. I need to get to work early," I shouted, rushing through my meal.
"Take care. I'll handle Heka. But next time, stop doing this," Mama said sadly.
Our house isn't big-two rooms upstairs, and everything else downstairs. It's small, but the rent is expensive, 3k plus 2k for water. It's so costly that I work hard at the bar, even if Mama disapproves. I didn't finish school, so this is the best I can do.
Since I started working here, I've always been the target because I'm the Top Choice every day. I talk to many clients at the bar. I just ignore it because this is the only job I can do.
When I enter the bar, the first thing you see is people kissing. There are private rooms upstairs, but officials go there. I haven't been to the private rooms because I'm not qualified yet.
We think all officials are decent? In this world, we believe they're all saints, but they're not. Even if they're not officials, the rich and powerful are driven by lust, whether male or female.
This is nothing new to me, even though I've been doing this job for months. I've memorized every corner.
"Navida, you're here," Ruth, one of my friends here, greeted me.
"Yeah, I ate first," I replied.
We sat down for a bit in the room just for entertainment. I started getting ready for later.
"I noticed someone following you earlier, that's why I greeted you. He's built. I like him," she whispered.
"And it's impossible he's just after sex. A hat? It seems like he's really after you," she whispered, puzzled.
I turned to her, thinking maybe it was just her imagination. Who would follow me? A bodyguard?
I smirked. "Let him be. Let him follow the orders from above. I don't care," I said, even though I was nervous.
Ruth kept bugging me for minutes about who was following me. Even though I was nervous, I had no idea and couldn't confirm anything.
I glanced at the mirror. We didn't notice the Manager entering.
"Get ready, Navida. Many guests are arriving, and they always ask for you, especially the foreigners. Complain if anyone touches you. Entertain only, no touching," the Bar Manager said. Even he is concerned about me, unlike some of my other colleagues.
It's getting dark, and I'll be able to go home by 10 p.m. I'm 18, so the Manager said I could only stay until 10 p.m. because I'm not yet qualified to stay until dawn.
"Miss?" my customer said.
"Ms. Navida, I'm here to entertain you, but it's already 9:30. We can't talk for long. I'm sorry," I said calmly because some get aggressive when I say we can only talk for a short time.
"It's fine, Ms. Navida. You look so young. 18 years old? For me, you don't belong here. No offense. You can go home and rest. This is my tip for you and my card if you want to contact me for help. Goodnight," he said in a firm English accent.
I was amazed by what he said. He was the kindest customer I've ever spoken to. I wish all customers were like him so it wouldn't be so hard.
"Yeah, I'm sorry again. And sure, I will contact you if ever! Go home too. Goodnight," I said with a smile as he stood up to leave.
I'm so tired today. I talked to ten customers, so I'm exhausted. My colleagues, on the other hand, are giving me dirty looks again.
"Oh, before you leave, Nav, here's a tip from the others who were just eyeing you," the Manager said with a laugh.
"You're something, Manager. I didn't expect that from you. Thank you. I'm leaving now. I'm so tired. Goodbye, see you tomorrow," I said.
I didn't expect to see a familiar face passing by the bar before I left. He looked like President Emerson's bodyguard. I didn't want to confirm it as the one Ruth was talking about.
I kept walking, ignoring his presence. Maybe he's just here for another client.
It's impossible that I'm the only one he fucked that night.
### Chapter 3: Demand
I'm in front of the bar, waiting for a taxi to go home, but I suddenly felt nervous, like someone was watching me. I didn't want to think it was the President's bodyguard.
I tried to ignore it, so I started walking, planning to head to a crowded place. But on my third step, someone grabbed me. I turned around and frowned at the man.
"Stop, Miss. Come with us back to the bar, to the private room. Someone wants to talk to you," he said firmly.
I was shocked by what he said, shaking my head because I'm not allowed in the private room since what happened a week ago.
"Sorry, but I'm not allowed anymore. Go to the Bar Manager. There are many others qualified for the private room. I'm sorry," I said as I tried to remove his hand from me, but his grip was strong, so I had no choice.
"Miss, I already cleared it with the Manager. The President just wants to talk to you. That's all. Don't be afraid," he said calmly as his grip loosened.
But, b-but the President? Why would he want to talk to me? I thought he wanted me out of his life? And he gave me over a million pesos to keep quiet about what happened.
He's the President, so he won't do anything bad to me. I know he didn't do anything wrong a week ago, but I'm still uncertain about what happened between us. I'd rather go with him than fight.
"Okay, I'll go with you," I said hesitantly.
**Chapter 4: Cooking**
There was silence inside the van. I thought we would only talk at the bar, but I was wrong. I didn't resist because, who am I? I have no power.
I could say a lot of horrible things to him. Be gentle yet aggressive, but I can't because I'm not as powerful as he is.
"How many hours until we arrive at his Penthouse? If you want to sleep, feel free to do so," he said calmly.
I sighed. I lost interest when he mentioned it would take a few more hours. So, I decided to research President Emerson instead.
He is our President. I only know him as a President, not as a person.
I didn't vote during the election because I prioritized work. Since I was five years old, I spent my time working. I took on different jobs just to help Mama and Hekasi.
He is powerful; everyone knows that. He has been in office for years, and he worked hard for many years to get to where he is now. I don't want to say he has no dirty records, but most importantly, we are human. We are not saints.
I paused while reading an article about him when I read that he has had several girlfriends.
"We're here, Miss."
I felt a heaviness in my chest. I didn't expect to compare myself to him. I am so different from him. His standards are so high that I could never reach them.
As the door opened for me, I immediately saw the bodyguards surrounding the Penthouse. I couldn't even look at them because I saw myself as just air to him. He can feel my presence but not my whole soul.
"This way, Ma'am," his personal bodyguard guided me.
"Thank you, Sir," I replied.
I walked through the grand entrance of his Penthouse. Some areas were dark, but the fountain greeted me before I entered. The lights on the trees added life to the surroundings.
Upon entering, I was immediately greeted by the receptionist and other staff, busy with their tasks. The bodyguard assisted me in the private elevator. I looked at them again, but I noticed they were used to people coming to the President's Penthouse.
When we reached the top floor, I was amazed by the transitional design and various paintings adorning the walls. I wasn't sure what the paintings were called, but it was evident that his unit was well-maintained and clean. We entered, and I saw the grand staircase and the view outside, which gave me the courage to be here at the President's Penthouse.
To Be Continued...
In my world, if you're weak, you're done for. I refused to be one of the weak, so I committed myself to intense training to become stronger. I pushed my limits, sharpened my skills, and believed that I could overcome any challenge. But in the end, I died... trying to help someone weak. Or at least, that's what I thought. When I opened my eyes, I found myself in an unfamiliar place. And soon, the truth hit me: I had been reincarnated.
"P-please d-don't," I said to him fearfully. "Uh huh, let me enjoy tonight, baby," he whispered in my ear. Tears streamed down my face as my body trembled from his presence. I never wanted to wear this to our prom. I didn't choose this. I should have refused back then so none of this would have happened. I knew he'd be angry seeing me in this outfit, but we ran out of time, so I couldn't argue anymore. "Please, Kairus, d-don't, s-stop, please," I begged him. "Shhh, don't test my patience, baby. You know what I can do, right?" he grinned. "N-no, p-please," I cried. "The more you beg, the more I want you," he smirked. He's Kairus Jei Styles, the son of the owner of my school, and he's the bad boy everyone fears. He has friends who are also feared at Styles University. He's the man who raped me and turned my four years in their school into a living hell. I'm Allysiah Quin De Villa, and I was 17 years old when Kairus took control of my life. He was 20 at the time, and I later discovered that he was a terrifying psycho bad boy.
When she was forcibly dragged out of her Aunt Leonora's house by armed men, she could do nothing but scream and shout. No matter how much she struggled, she couldn't break free, especially when they covered her mouth and nose with a cloth that had a dizzying smell. Eventually, she lost consciousness. She woke up in a luxurious mansion and met the owner and the mastermind behind her kidnapping-Alted Dela Fuente-her husband. She was utterly confused about what was happening, especially when he insisted that she was Candice Dela Fuente, his deceitful wife. Anger, hatred, and disgust were all she could see in the eyes of the man standing before her. The man was very handsome, but he had an authoritative presence, and the first emotion he showed her was anger. He didn't believe anything she said. She wasn't Candice. She knew herself; her name was Aurora, and she knew she had no husband and could not have any relationship with Mr. Dela Fuente. But he refused to believe her; he wouldn't let her go or escape. She knew the man would make her suffer, but what else was new? Her whole life had been filled with hardship and mistreatment. That was nothing new to her. "You can't fool me, Candice, not again," Mr. Dela Fuente told her through gritted teeth. The blazing anger in his eyes was proof that he would never let her go. How could he believe her when she looked exactly like his wife, Candice? Every angle, eye, nose, shape of the face, even their body, looked like a xerox copy. "You're my wife." That statement made her feel overwhelmed. Wife? Impossible, yet something pushed her to pretend to be his wife. She had many reasons to impersonate Candice. Those reasons urged her to assume Candice's identity, borrow her persona, and escape her own as Aurora Sandoval. She was not his wife... she was not Candice. Life had not been fair in her past, so maybe she could be his fake wife and pretend to be Candice for a while. She was Aurora, and she would become Candice, the lost wife of the rich and well-known Alted Dela Fuente.
"You are not my child. "You don't belong in this family! "trash!" "Gross!" "What a disappointment!" "Ugly and trash!" "You're disgusting!" "You don't belong in this school, b*tch!" I let out a deep sigh as I recalled the hurtful words they hurled at me. Whether at home or school, it was the same—nothing but pain was brought upon me. "Why is the world so unfair to me?" This was the question I always asked God. Why was I born into this world only to suffer? All I wanted was to be loved—to be happy—so why does it seem like everything is denied to me? I don't understand why it feels like the world is playing a cruel trick on me, intentionally keeping me from getting what I desire. I sighed again. "I hope in my next life, I will be happy." I forced a smile, hiding the deep pain that lingered within me. I could never have imagined that everyone would be so cruel to me, that I would experience such hardship. I placed my hands on the concrete while gazing at the vast surroundings and the students scattered around. I had been sitting here on the railing of our school building's rooftop for some time. This is where I come whenever I'm sad or when everyone bullies me. I sighed once more and looked up at the sky. "Lord, was I a bad person in my past life? Because the world is so cruel to me." Was I truly bad? Or is it just the people around me who are? No one treated me well. Everyone hates me. I have no friends or even anyone I can call 'family.' Do I deserve to live in this world? I placed my hands on the concrete again to support myself as I stood up. "I'm tired of everything. I want this to end." I looked down. My knees trembled as I realized how high up I was. If I fall from here, I will surely leave this world forever. "Maybe if I die, they will be happy," I whispered sadly as I closed my eyes, recalling the faces of all those who caused me so much pain. Tears streamed from my eyes. I felt trapped in a never-ending cycle of torment, reliving the painful experiences over and over again. I've had enough. I'm tired. Maybe it's time to rest... forever. "To end this pain is to finish everything," I whispered again, opening my eyes and slowly stepping onto the edge of the railing. "Goodby—" I was about to fall when suddenly someone forcefully grabbed my hand, causing me to land on top of someone's body. I recognized the familiar scent of his perfume. I quickly stood up as I realized who it was. It's him again... The guy who became my tormentor, making my life even more miserable. "You should have just let me go. Isn't that what you—and everyone—want? For me to disappear from this world," I said lifelessly. His face remained blank, showing no emotion as he looked at me. "Tsk!" I was startled when he suddenly closed the distance between us and spoke coldly into my ear, "If you want to die, wait for me to be the one... to end your life." Then, he immediately turned his back on me. I don't know why, but a surge of intense anger suddenly welled up in my heart because of what he said. The sadness I felt moments ago was instantly replaced with rage. My face suddenly became devoid of emotion. "Oh, is that so?" I said, colder than ice, which made him stop walking. "Alright," I continued, quickly removing my heeled shoe and throwing it at him with all my might, hitting him squarely on the head. I quickly walked toward him and confronted his shocked face. "Sorry, I didn't mean to," I said, cold as ice, but dripping with sarcasm. After saying that, I picked up my shoe and swiftly turned my back on him.
"I’m done with this nonsense. I can no longer stay in this kind of setup. I’m exhausted, Kai; it’s always the same. You only come back to me when you and she fight. What am I to you? Oh yeah, I forgot, I’m only second to that cursed heart of yours. Why can’t you just choose me? What does she have that I don’t? I’m attractive, sexy, wealthy, kind, and intelligent, but with you, I feel so insignificant. I’m getting tired of this; I’m about to give up." “These are words I’ve been holding onto for a long time.” “No, Jea, you can’t be tired. Remember, you promised me that you wouldn’t leave me no matter what happens. You promised, so you need to keep that promise!” Kai said, as if it were that easy. “Kai, please don’t make this hard for me. I’m tired of being second. If you can’t love me back the way I love you, let’s just end this. I don’t want to hurt anyone else; I’m feeling guilty, Kai. I used to be obedient and kind, but because of my love for you, I defied my parents even though I knew they would be angry because you’re already married, and worse, you’re married to my cousin. Please, let’s just stop this.” I tried to make him understand our situation, even though it was difficult. “Jea, I don’t want to. I love you. I don’t know what I’d do if you left me; I’d go crazy. Please don’t do this to me,” Kai begged as he held my hand and stared deeply into my eyes, tears streaming down his face. “You love me, but you love her more, right?” I said, which silenced him. “Kai, you can’t love two people at the same time. It’s okay now, but there will come a point when you’ll need to choose one to avoid hurting the other. I’m trying not to break down even though the tears keep flowing.” “But you love me, right?”
In a dark and cold room, someone was sitting in a corner, trembling intensely from the chilly breeze, accompanied by soft sobs and the quiet fall of tears. The door opened, revealing the person who had locked them in that room, though they didn't know why. Their face lifted, and their eyes immediately met, causing them to shrink further into the corner, continuing to cry. "Please, don't hurt me," they pleaded, their voice trembling with each word. Their body trembled even more as the person they feared slowly approached. The person lifted their face with a gentle left hand. Their face was pitiful, with slightly flushed cheeks and nose. Their innocent, delicate face, more beautiful than a woman's, was flushed from the cold, as they had developed a fever. The man could no longer bear it and immediately lifted them up. They were slightly startled but lacked the strength to resist, their body too weak from the fever. "Supremo..." they softly whispered before losing consciousness. Supremo quickly brought them to his room, immediately changing and treating them, laying them on his soft bed. He gazed at the innocent face of the young one, and only one thought crossed his mind: "I will mark you as mine."
Three years ago, Cecilia was left battered and alone by the man she loved most, Alston, yet she bravely completed the wedding ceremony while pregnant. Three years later, although they were married, they grew apart over time. Cecilia focused on her career, no longer foolishly believing in love. But her transformation instantly threw Alston into a panic... And what is the secret from 11 years ago that Cecilia has always been reluctant to reveal? *** "She went to a law firm, met with a lawyer..." A lawyer? Is Cecilia suing someone? Who? Is there any recent litigation against the company? Alston suddenly chuckled coldly, "Who could she sue? I'm the CEO of this company. How come such a matter doesn't come to me first?" The assistant swallowed nervously, speaking softly, "Sir, there's no litigation against the company. She met with... a divorce lawyer."
"Miss Brown, I am the butler here at your service," the butler replied. "My master wants to buy the baby in your belly." "What?!" Does that mean the abortion didn't take place? Did they kidnap her from the operating table just to buy the baby? But why her? "You..." Alice was about to ask a question, but the man in front of her calmly continued, as if he had expected her question, "You're pregnant with his child, and he needs a child. That's all I can tell you." Alice was forced to sign a surrogacy contract and eight months later gave birth to two healthy babies. Fortunately, the man was unaware of her daughter's existence. It wasn't until five years later that fate brought them together again...
Sandra Hill, the long-lost real heiress of the Hill family, was shunned by her own kin. Instead of embracing her, they bestowed their affection upon an impostor. They even arranged her to marry a vegetative man in place of her so-called “sister”. Sandra sneered, refusing to put up with this humiliation, cut off ties with the Hill family immediately and ran into the flash marriage with Wesley Cooper, her unconscious billionaire husband. With her incredible medical skills, she defied the odds and revived him. Little did she expect that her husband spoiled her with all his love... A medical genius, a computer prodigy, a national treasure in painting, and a racing legend... Her husband revealed her various identities, leaving the Hill family regretful. Her father came pleading, "It's Dad's fault. Please come back." Her mother wept, "Mom will protect you from now on. Please come back." Even her five brothers knelt before he, begging for forgiveness. Yet, Sandra's smile held a hint of mockery as she vowed, “Never!”
Endless caresses, endless kisses. Clinging to him as if her life depended on it, her body ached for more and she arched into the touch to receive more, more pleasure. "Oh darling, you taste so delicious, I can't get enough." He rubbed himself against her, telling her how much he wanted her, his deep, gruff voice resonating in her head. Her body also desired him. "Come for me, baby," He gave the order, and her body obeyed, following his command. "No!" she yelled, opening her eyes abruptly. Feeling confused and guilty, she gasped and sat up in bed. Scarlett's life takes an unexpected when she discovers that she is pregnant by a stranger with whom she had a one-night stand. She was humiliated and disowned by her parents. She ran away from the pack to start a new life. Will Scarlett find her way back to the father of her kids? What happens when he finds her and does everything possible to make her his? Will they scale through the challenges that life would throw at them? ***** Scarlett wakes up in bed with a stranger and doesn't even remember how she got there. She later discovers that the man she spent that night with was the Lycan King.
Sophia Drake braced herself for the worst when she was forced to move across the country in the middle of her junior year. Desperate to escape her shattered home as soon as she turns eighteen, her plans are disrupted by the enigmatic and captivating Ashford twins. Sophia can't fathom the intense attraction she feels for the twins and tries to avoid them at every turn. As she's thrust into an unfamiliar world, her past demons resurface, making her question her true identity. Will Sophia flee from her past's secrets, or will she embrace her destiny and take control of her future?
Everyone thought Lorenzo truly loved Gracie, until the day of their daughter’s heart surgery. To Gracie’s utter shock, Lorenzo gave the precious organ needed by their child to another woman. Devastated, Gracie opted for a divorce. Fueled by her need for revenge, Gracie joined hands with Lorenzo’s uncle, Waylon, and orchestrated Lorenzo’s downfall. In the end, Lorenzo was left with nothing and consumed by remorse. He pleaded for a reconciliation. Gracie thought she was free to move on with her life, but Waylon held her back in a death grip. “Did you think you can just walk out on me?”