More Than Yesterday

"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."

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.

"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 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.

Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."

As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?"

Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”

She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"

Scarlett was left betrayed and broken beyond repair when her best friend Megan set her up with the male escort who stole her virginity...Or at least, that's what she thought he was. There was something odd about the strong and strikingly beautiful man that she spent a night with. Despite the pure hatred she felt for him, the deals he ended up offering wasn't one she could refuse. Scarlett always thought she'd marry her soulmate but turns out, that won't be the case for her. But could her mysterious husband make his way through her broken heart and fix it? It's hard to imagine but love has funny ways to manifest in places where it's least expected....

Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.