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...
"Love, let's go to the park." I went down the stairs, filled with hope, and approached Cloud, hoping for a softer response. "Please, Luna, can you stop this? And don't call me 'love'-I don't love you. Ours is just an arranged marriage, and maybe you've forgotten that you're the reason Stella and I broke up." "Is it my fault, Cloud? I'm a victim too. Do you think I wanted to be tied to a man I don't even love? I'm struggling just as much as you are, Cloud." My voice trembled, pleading for his understanding. "Why don't you just leave me? Oh, right, because you won't have anyone to leech off of if you leave me." He laughed, but his every sneer was filled with anger, especially when our eyes met. "You have no right to say that, Cloud! I've never asked you for money!" I shouted back, holding onto what little dignity I had left. "I'm getting the divorce papers finalized today, and you need to sign them as soon as possible. I can't stand seeing your face every day." But the truth was, every word he said felt like a knife cutting into my heart. "C-Cloud, maybe we can still talk about this." I reached for his hand, still hoping there was a chance, but he pulled it away. "What's there to talk about? Isn't it clear that I don't want you and that I don't love you?" His voice thundered through the mansion, his words like a storm shattering my world. "Right, you don't love me." I laughed, but it was filled with bitterness. I looked at him, trying to hide my tears. "You know, Cloud, I wanted to stay by your side until you learned to love me. But I can't, because you've already given up on us. Yes, you don't love me because I'm the reason you and Stella broke up." "Cloud, I studied how to love you. I admit, at first, I didn't want to be with you. But I couldn't help it. Slowly, I started falling for you, and I foolishly thought that maybe one day, you'd learn to love me too. But no, I was wrong. I just wanted to be loved by you, Cloud, but you denied me even that. My chest felt heavy, and trembling, I stepped back." "You know, I dreamed of you loving me the way you loved Stella. But I guess that's impossible." I laughed again, but this time, it was empty, filled only with sadness and pain. "There's no point in forcing myself on you anymore. Maybe I've suffocated you so much that you're begging for your freedom. I'm sorry for being the reason you and Stella broke up. Don't worry, I'll talk to her." I forced a smile, even as I felt myself breaking inside. "Since your birthday is coming up, my gift to you is my signature on the divorce papers. Just call me when they're ready. I'll start packing." Once inside my room, I collapsed to my knees, letting the tears I'd been holding back flow freely. "Why does it always have to be like this? I just wanted to feel his love..." After I finished packing, I went down the stairs. I found Cloud in the living room, standing with his back to me. "Ah, Cloud, I'm leaving now. Just call me when the divorce papers are ready. Thank you for everything, Cloud." I forced a smile and walked out of the mansion, carrying the feelings I wanted to bury but couldn't let go of. "You're free now, Cloud. You can be with Stella. Even though it hurts, I'll endure it. I took a deep breath. This time, I won't beg for your love."
Synopsis Translation in English She's a Princess... She has everything a girl could ever dream of: Beauty Wisdom Wealth Kindness In short, her life is perfect... But there's one thing she could never have-something more precious than jewels: Freedom. Presenting Yriana Winzyll, the "Princess of Orientalis" from the Kingdom of Hyemenaius. ~~ On the other hand, there is a Prince: Handsome Intelligent Wealthy The only thing he desires is to rule his kingdom and fulfill his destiny as heir to his family's throne. Everything changes when their families decide to arrange their marriage. Will this union end in failure or success? ~~ The story begins with Yriana, caught between her responsibilities and her longing for freedom. Will this marriage bring her closer to her dreams, or will it further bind her in chains? Meanwhile, Kyzer's determination to rule is tested as his heart begins to soften in ways he never expected. Two royals, two dreams, one fate-how will their worlds collide?
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.
Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage.
"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...
"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!
It took only a second for a person's world to come crashing down. This was what happened in Hannah's case. For four years, she gave her husband her all, but one day, he said emotionlessly, "Let's get divorced." Hannah's heart broke into a million pieces as she signed the divorce papers, marking the end of her role as a devoted wife. Within Hannah, a strong woman awakened, vowing never to be beholden to any man again. Embracing her new life, she embarked on a journey to find herself and command her own destiny. By the time she returned, she had experienced so much growth and was now completely different from the docile wife everyone once knew. "Is this your latest trick to get my attention?" Hannah's ever-so-arrogant husband asked. Before she could retort, a handsome and domineering CEO pulled her into his embrace. He smiled down at her and said boldly to her ex, "Just a little heads-up, mister. This is my beloved wife. Keep off!"
We've been married for three years, but I've never truly had his love. When his childhood sweetheart returned, just as promised, all I was met with were the cold, glaring divorce papers. "If I were carrying our child, would you still choose to divorce?" I asked, holding onto the faintest glimmer of hope, making one last desperate plea. His response, as expected, was just as cold as ever. "Yes." I closed my eyes, choking back tears, and finally chose to let go-to honor his decision. Years later, my heart had turned to ash. Lying in a hospital bed, I trembled as I signed the divorce papers. "Alexander, from this moment on, we owe each other nothing..." What I never saw coming was the ruthless, decisive CEO kneeling at my bedside, his voice hoarse, almost broken, as he pleaded, "Vivienne, don't divorce me... please."
Being dumped by my mate, Ethan, on my dream New Year cruise tour was bad enough. Watching him swap spit with Vanessa? Absolute hell. Enter Lucas-the cocky, sinfully hot hockey Alpha-who claims I'm his mate. But he doesn't want love; he wants revenge, proposing a fake relationship to rile Ethan. Now I'm stuck sharing a suite with the guy who has secrets of his own. Christmas and New Year on a luxury ship was supposed to be magical...not a steamy, chaotic mess. What could go wrong?