Novels by Yanna

The fluorescent lights of the kindergarten classroom flickered with a rhythmic hum, masakit sa mata at lalong nagpapakirot sa ulo ko. Every pulse of the light felt like a reminder of the penthouse—of the cold marble, the expensive champagne, and the way Leo Villafuerte had dismantled my dignity with a single signature.After what happened, pilit kong ibinalik ang sarili ko sa normal. Back to my reality. Back to lesson plans, sticky fingers, and the innocent laughter of children. Pero paano ako magiging normal kung bawat sulok ng katawan ko ay tila minarkahan na niya? I could still feel the phantom weight of his hands on my waist, a heavy, invisible chain.“Teacher Chloe, okay ka lang po?” tanong ni Kian, isa sa mga estudyante ko, habang hinihila ang laylayan ng skirt ko.I forced a smile, though it felt brittle, like glass about to shatter. “Yes, Kian. Pagod lang si Teacher.”I was exhausted—spiritually and physically. Ramdam ko pa rin ang bigat ng mga salita ni Leo. It was a contract

Chloe’s POVNakasandal ako sa likod ng pinto ng master bedroom, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird.Ramdam ko pa rin ang hapdi sa pagitan ng aking mga hita, a physical reminder of the night I surrendered everything to a man who was now treating me like a shameful secret.“Isang hamak na teacher na binayaran mo para lokohin kami.”Ang boses ng ama ni Leo ay bumaon sa pandinig ko gaya ng isang kutsilyo. It was cold, sharp, and dripping with disdain. Pero ang mas masakit ay ang katahimikan ni Leo. Why wasn’t he shouting? Bakit hindi niya ako ipinagtatanggol?Dahan-dahan kong pinihit ang door handle. I knew I should stay hidden, just like Leo commanded. Pero ang pride ko ay nag-aapoy na. I wasn’t just a "paid actress." I was the woman who had just given him her innocence. I deserved better than a locked room.Sumilip ako sa siwang ng pinto. Doon, sa gitna ng malawak na living room, stood Leonard Villafuerte Sr.. He looked exactly like Leo, only older and more ruthless.

Leo’s POVThe morning light filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse felt too bright, too intrusive. It was a stark contrast to the darkness I had lived in for years—a darkness that Chloe Dimaano had somehow managed to breach in just one night.I stayed still for a moment, watching her sleep. She was tangled in the silk sheets, her dark hair fanning across the pillow. She looked so fragile, yet she was the only person who had the audacity to challenge me, to look past the "Ice King" persona and see the man underneath.My arm was still possessively draped over her waist. Every time she shifted in her sleep, the scent of vanilla and rain—her scent—would hit me, erasing the lingering bitterness of Sophia’s return.Fuck. Last night wasn't just part of the deal. It was an awakening I wasn't prepared for. I had broken the most important rule of the contract: No emotional attachment allowed.Dahan-dahan kong inalis ang braso ko, trying not to wake her. I needed to regai

Chloe’s POV The drive back to the penthouse was suffocating. Pagkatapos ng gulo sa opisina nito at ang biglaang paglitaw ni Sophia, the silence inside Leo’s obsidian-black SUV felt so heavy. His hands were gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were ghostly white. He was driving with a reckless precision na tila ba tinatakasan niya ang multo ng kanyang nakaraan. “Leo, talk to me,” I whispered, pero hindi man lang siya lumingon. His jaw was set in a hard, dangerous line. Pagdating namin sa penthouse, he didn't even wait for the valet. He marched to my side, grabbed my hand, and practically dragged me toward the private elevator. The moment the heavy doors of his unit shut behind us, the tension exploded. “Bakit hindi mo sinabi?” I blurted out, my voice trembling. “Sino si Sophia? This was supposed to be a simple arrangement, Leo! Bakit parang ako ang ginagawa mong panakip-butas?” He turned to me, his eyes dark and burning. He didn't say a word. Instead, he stepped into m

Chloe’s POVNakahiga ako sa kama, nakatitig sa puting kisame habang paulit-ulit na nagpa-flashback sa isip ko ang mga nangyari. Especially the way Leo Villafuerte looks at me—it’s dangerous. It's the kind of gaze that makes you forget your own name, a mixture of cold authority and a simmering heat that I can't quite categorize.“Hindi pwede ‘to,” bulong ko sa sarili ko, closing my eyes tight. “Bawal ma-stress sa isang fake fiancé. Lalo na sa lalaking ubod ng sungit.”Pero parang nananadya ang tadhana dahil biglang nag-vibrate ang phone ko. My heart dropped nang mabasa ko ang headlines na nagkalat online: “BILLIONAIRE LEO VILLAFUERTE ENGAGED TO MYSTERY TEACHER!” I groaned and buried my face in my pillow, letting out a muffled scream. Ang OA ng internet, pero ito ang kapalit ng tulong niya para sa chemo ni Mama at para sa school projects ko. I have to remind myself every second: it’s strictly business. Walang personalan.Nang mag-text si Alexa, I decided to meet her at Brew & Bliss Ca

Leo's POVMy penthouse was deathly silent. The chill of the air conditioning seeped through my suit, perfectly matching the "Ice King" persona I maintained.Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, Manila’s skyline was a blur of neon lights, but my entire attention was on the woman sitting at the edge of the leather sofa. Chloe looked so out of place in her plain white shirt and sneakers. A simple kindergarten teacher. That was exactly why I needed her. In a world of scripted lies, she was the only thing that felt real- even if our relationship was the biggest lie of all.I walked toward the coffee table where the folder lay. Every move was calculated. After the scene Sophia made at the gala, I knew I couldn't just let Chloe walk away. I needed a shield, and she needed a miracle.“Wait lang ah,” she said, her voice trembling as she looked at the document. “Bakit may contract? Akala ko ba... isang gabi lang 'yon?”I didn't answer immediately. I let the silence stretch so she could feel th