“You’ll pay for what you did to me. I’ll make sure of it.” Ethan Ford vowed, staring furiously at the picture of the woman who had shattered him and destroyed his world. Ethan Ford, the powerful heir to the Ford empire, is the most feared businessman in his country and beyond due to his cutthroat and ruthless nature. Abandoned at the altar and humiliated in front of the world, Ethan vows to hunt down Lily and make her regret every moment of her betrayal. Meanwhile, Hannah Whitmore’s life is spiraling out of control. With her family drowning in a huge debt to one of the most dangerous businessmen Alfred Wolfe, and reeling from the ultimate betrayal by her ex, Sebastian Grey, and sister, she escapes to a new country to start her life over, swearing off love and men, but little does she know that her nightmare is only beginning. She’s saved by none other than Ethan Ford from a group of men assaulting her. Her savior soon becomes her captor, as Ethan sees an opportunity to strike a deal. He makes her an irresistible offer to marry him but with his own hidden agenda. Caught in a web of twisted desires and dark secrets, will Hannah be able to resist Ethan’s power and stand up to her husband especially when she finds out that he's her treacherous sister's ex-fiancé? Or will Ethan’s thirst for vengeance push them both to the edge? Find out in Hired My Ex's Sister as Wife!
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“If you bend over a little bit more, I might just give you a bigger tip.” A huge guy in a red leather jacket said loudly as I cleared the table opposite his.
“Damn girl are you on the menu too? I’d order you anytime.” His friend added whistling as they broke into raucous laughter.
Those words weren’t new to me anymore. Catcalling was a regular thing with the men in Earthly Paradise nightclub.
I’d heard it too many times and learned how to shove it all down instead of getting affected by it.
Lately, I just flash a smile and move along whenever a customer makes a flirtatious advance about my beauty or crosses a line with an inappropriate sexual comment.
I hated working here and did not want to entertain any more of their antics, but I did not have any other option. It was the only place I could find that would hire a college dropout with no degree.
For years I blamed my sister, Lily for how our lives turned out. She tore our family apart. Years ago, our father won a contract deal from Alfred Wolfe, a cutthroat businessman to construct a new building for the Ryuse Group.
Alfred was not the type of man anyone should cross, and Lily damned us to a cruel reality when she stole the Ryuse project money our father had just contracted, and ran away with my boyfriend of four years, Sebastian Grey.
Their betrayal stung deeply and for a long while, I could not still believe it. I could not believe they could do that to me, but it was then that I realized that Sebastian was never truly mine. They'd been dating in secret all along, and I was just the naive fool who believed Sebastian’s promises to marry me.
After they ran away, our family sank into a heavy debt of two million dollars.
Alfred used his influence to take everything we owned; our house, business and savings, leaving us with nothing except an immense debt to pay off.
Our father died shortly after from high blood pressure, struggling to find ways to pay off our debts and my mother found solace in drugs and quickly got addicted to them, causing her to fall ill.
She was part of the reason I took this job that I hated. I’d managed to put her through rehab but her treatment and therapy expenses were too much than my salary could cover.
“Hannah, table 4’s order is ready.” My manager, Ethan called, breaking me out of my thoughts.
I heaved a deep sigh, and returned to the kitchen.
Picking up the tray, I walked briskly towards the diner and stood a good distance away, scanning the room to find table 4.
“Great!” I muttered, counting my bad luck.
I shuddered, irritated as I looked at the table and saw the red leather guy and his pack of friends who from a glance I could tell were already drunk.
Composing myself, I heaved a deep breath, bracing myself for more of their sexual comments.
“Well well, look who it is. I knew she’d come back.” The guy in the red leather said as I set their order on the table.
I tried to ignore him, knowing full well that he was up to no good. My mind was already too preoccupied tonight, focusing on the Screenwriter School exam that was just a few hours after my shift.
Removing the plates from the tray, I continued to serve him and his pack of drunk friends.
“Oooh, looks like she’s gonna make you work for it, Bill.” One of the leather-bound boys chuckled. Still, I continued to ignore them. I knew what men like these wanted, and I was not in the business of selling my body to men like them or any man for that matter.
“Will that be all guys?” I finally asked with a bitter smile plastered on my lips.
“How about a side of you with that burger, huh sweetheart?” Red leather guy said, winking at me.
A sheepish smile escaped my lips, but it wasn’t from a point of flattery. I was simply disgusted by how dumb and pathetic men like these were willing to be.
“Come on baby, I wouldn’t mind seeing more of you. So what time do you get off? I bet that uniform will look better on my floor, don’t you think?”
At this point I was stunned, staring at him in disbelief. I’d been working two years in this nightclub trying to raise enough money for Royal Group screenwriting school, and met a lot of men who sometimes came on too strong, but never one who sucked so bad at taking a hint.
Clearly, red leather guy needed to be told off. Pursing my lips, I shook my head and rested my hand on my hip,
“Look, Bill is it? I bet your catty weak lines usually work on girls that are just drifting like you, looking to have a good time with whatever dick that comes their way, but I’m not that girl, so why don’t you do us both a favor and just maybe save the shitty lines and try your luck somewhere else. Although I’ll pity the unfortunate girl who goes home with you.” I hissed and turned to walk away.
From the corner of my eyes, I could see red leather guy’s face contort in anger. He looked so humiliated and incensed, which did nothing but give me a strange satisfaction.
“Those guys give you any trouble?” One of the waiters, Edgar asked as I returned to the kitchen.
“You know how it is, comes with the job.” I said and he chuckled dryly,
“I’m not sure I can relate.” He replied and a smile stretched my lips.
“Your screenwriters' examination is tonight, isn’t it?” He quickly added, catching me by surprise. I wasn’t sure I’d mentioned that to anyone in this place, and was even more confused by how he knew.
I was about to ask when he quickly interjected,
“You should go home and prepare for it. I’ll cover for you.”
I hesitated at first, feeling unsure about his generosity, but then decided to take up his offer. My entire future was riding on this examination and I did need more time to study.
“Thank you,” I uttered softly, grabbed my bags, and walked out, taking the back alley.
Hurrying down the alley, I checked in my bag to confirm I was with my keys and then felt a sudden sharp blow to my head, sending me crashing to the ground instantly. My vision immediately became hazy, but as I looked up my body tensed in horror as I saw red leather guy with his friends, surrounding me with vicious looks in their eyes.
“You think I was just going to let you get away with humiliating me, huh bitch?” He sneered and kicked me in the stomach. I winced in pain, holding my stomach.
“No one disrespects Big Bill!” He growled as he attacked me again.
“Please stop!” I cried, as he forcefully dragged my hair, pulling me up and landing another heavy punch to my gut.
I tried to use my last strength to scream for help, but his friends muffled my screams, covering my mouth with their hands as Bill continued attacking me.
My vision began to fade and I was about to pass out when I saw red lights from a vehicle approaching.
Desperately, I reached out my hand, hoping whoever was behind the wheel would notice me, but then I felt another blow to the stomach and my vision completely faded.
Ethan
Earthly Paradise was one of the few places I never imagined I’d see myself in, and if Clint wasn’t such a good assistant, I would have fired him for fixing my meeting with Gavin Lockwood here tonight.
I tried my hardest to ignore the depreciating state of the environment, but then something suddenly caught my attention.
Far in the depths of the alley, the car headlights shone on a girl being assaulted by a group of men, but what intrigued me most was her delicate beauty even from a distance, and calm demeanor despite being attacked.
Usually, I’d ignore whatever was going on and just go about my business as quickly as possible just to get out of this depressing environment, but there was something strange about this girl, an air of familiarity about her.
“Pull the car over,” I said hurriedly, and Clint immediately parked the car. I grabbed the small pistol in the glove compartment, and without any hesitation stepped out of the car, walking towards the alley.
The closer I got, I could see the situation better. A hefty man was about to hit her again and I quickly interjected.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” I said, creasing my brows in anger as I stared at the heavy-built man.
Slowly, he unclenched his fist and turned towards me. Taking one glance at my outfit, he smirked mockingly even though he could barely see my face, “I think you should keep walking boy, this is none of your business.”
“It is my business.” I replied firmly, taking a step closer.
The man smirked maliciously and nodded at his boys. Immediately, they threw the girl on the ground and started approaching me.
I heaved a deep sigh, reached into my suit, and pulled out the gun, aiming it directly at the man.
Immediately they saw it, they froze in horror and raised their hands, backing away slowly until the darkness completely covered them.
“Whatever man, you can have the slut.” The man’s voice echoed, followed by his receding footsteps, as they ran away.
I shifted my gaze to the girl, slowly approaching her. Her breaths were weak and her eyes were barely open when I got closer to her.
Wrapping my arms around her body, I picked her up, heading back towards my car, and then her eyes slowly opened,
“Wh-who are you?” She asked, trying to capture my face, but as I turned my gaze towards her, she blanked out completely.
The city lights glowed like stars, and the red carpet stretched ahead like a promise. Hannah stood at the edge of it, her hand resting gently in Ethan’s. Her other hand cradled her growing baby bump. She wore a flowing dark green gown that shimmered under the lights, hugging her figure and showing off her small belly. Her hair was pinned back softly, her makeup simple but elegant. She looked… radiant.Ethan glanced down at her, eyes full of quiet admiration. “You okay?” he asked.She took a breath. “Yeah,” she said, smiling. “I think I’m more than okay.”The moment their feet touched the carpet, the flash of cameras exploded around them. Reporters leaned over the barricades, microphones outstretched, shouting questions.“Hannah! Over here!”“Hannah, are you pregnant?”“Is this your first official appearance as head writer?”“Ethan! How does it feel supporting the woman of the night?”She gave a graceful smile and stopped in front of one reporter.“Yes,” she said clearly, placing her h
It started slow, but Ethan and Hannah had been trying to rebuild their relationship. It started with dinners first, then came weekend play dates. Trips to the park. Movie nights with popcorn and juice boxes. And after the kids went to bed, it turned into late-night talks on the porch. Sometimes about the past. Sometimes about nothing at all.The tension between Ethan and Hannah began to soften, like winter finally giving way to spring. There were still moments of doubt. Still quiet pauses where either one wasn’t sure if the other truly meant to stay. But the longer they kept showing up, the easier it became to believe that maybe this time, they could make it work.The kids noticed first.“Mommy, why is Daddy smiling so much now?” their daughter whispered one morning while eating her cereal.Hannah laughed. “Maybe he’s just happy.”And maybe, for the first time in a long time, she was too. One breezy afternoon, while Ethan was helping the twins build a cardboard rocket ship in the livi
After Julian left, the house felt different. Still and quiet. The air wasn’t tense like before, but it wasn’t calm either. It was something in between. A strange, thick silence that settled over the living room like a fog.Ethan sat on the edge of the couch, his elbows resting on his knees. Meanwhile, Hannah stood by the window, arms folded over her chest, eyes scanning the street, even though she wasn’t really looking at anything.For a long time, neither of them spoke. The only sound between them was the distant hum of traffic and the soft ticking of the old wall clock. The boys were upstairs, quiet in their room, unaware of the storm that had just passed downstairs.Hannah finally turned around and looked at himand she could see almost for the first time that he looked tired. Not just physically, but deeply. The kind of tiredness that sits in the heart and doesn’t go away with sleep.She walked over slowly and sat next to him. Not too close. But close enough that she could feel the
Hannah froze when she heard Ethan’s words at the grocery store. "Why do I feel like you’re hiding something from me?"She hadn’t expected him to say that. Not so directly. Not with that quiet mix of confusion and pain in his voice.Her chest tightened, and for a long second, she just stood there with her grocery bags in hand, her heart racing. She could’ve told him then. Could’ve looked him in the eye and said, “I’m pregnant.”But instead, she smiled weakly, cleared her throat, and said, “Goodbye, Ethan.”Then she walked away. But she didn’t look back. She couldn’t. Later that evening, Ethan sat in his car outside the house, staring at the front door. He hadn’t planned to visit today, but something tugged at him. A gut feeling. Maybe it was the way she walked away earlier… maybe it was her eyes.He just needed to see the kids. Needed to remind himself that he still had a place here, even if everything else was falling apart.He knocked once and let himself in using the spare key. The
The next morning, the sun broke through the windows like it had every other day, but something inside Hannah had changed. Maybe it was the moment with her daughter. Maybe it was the way she’d cried so hard the night before and still managed to get up. Whatever it was, she decided she needed a bit of normal.So she threw on some jeans, a hoodie, and sunglasses and made her way to the grocery store. She told herself it was just for milk and fruit, maybe a few frozen meals. Nothing serious, but deep down, she just needed to get out of the house. Breathe. Pretend everything was fine for a little while.She walked into the grocery store and immediately went to the food section. At this point she couldn’t tell anymore whether it was just her cravings or not, but it felt relieving to be here. She turned the corner of aisle five, scanning for cereal, and then suddenly stopped, frozen in shock. There he was — Ethan.He was standing there, holding a box of granola bars, staring like he didn’t b
Hannah stood in front of the bathroom mirror, her hand resting on her lower stomach. The test was still tucked inside the drawer, but the result lived in her head like an echo she couldn’t silence.She was pregnant. And she hadn’t told a soul. Not even Ethan. Especially not Ethan.She told herself she was just waiting for the right time. But the truth was, she was scared. What if he didn’t want it? What if he saw it as a mistake—something born out of a drunken night and confusion? What if he walked away?She couldn’t handle that. Not again. So she kept it a secret. Over time, it became a silent storm building inside her.That morning, she got ready for the Screenguild meeting. It was an important one. A well-known creative director would be attending, and there was talk about a new series being developed—a major project that could shift her entire career.She touched up her makeup, forced on a confident smile, and told the kids she’d be back soon.Julian texted her on the way: “Want m
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