บททั้งหมดของ Hired To Love: Games of throne.: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Chapter one"Ma'am, I demand to speak to your superior immediately!" The man's voice boomed across the lobby, drawing curious glances from other guests. Isabella Taylor, Guest Relations Coordinator at the Elysian Grand Hotel, maintained her composure despite the anger radiating from the red-faced gentleman before her."I understand your frustration, Mr. Hawthorne," Isabella replied. "I assure you, we're doing everything in our power to resolve the issue with your reservation."Mr. Hawthorne sneered. "This is unacceptable! Do you know who I am? I could buy this entire hotel chain with my pocket change!"Isabella took a deep breath, reminding herself of the bills piling up at home, of Josephine's medical expenses. She needed this job. "Sir, I apologize for the inconvenience. If you could just give me a moment—""Rubbish!" Mr. Hawthorne spat. "Your incompetence is astounding. I'll have your job for this!"Something inside Isabella snapped. "Mr. Hawthorne. I've been nothing but patient an

Chapter threeThe PropositionBeep!Beep!The sound of the heart monitor echoed through the silent hospital room. Isabella traced her finger along Josephine's pale hand. Her sister's chest rose and fell in shallow breaths.Dr. Martinez's words from earlier thundered in Isabella's head. "Advanced stage lymphoma... aggressive treatment required immediately... experimental therapy might be our only option...Ms. Taylor. Your sister's condition could deteriorate rapidly without intervention." Each word had been another nail in her coffin of hope. The final blow: "We're looking at roughly half a million dollars for the complete treatment protocol."Isabella pressed her eyes shut, but the number still blazed behind her eyelids. More money than she'd make in five years at the hotel.A tear splashed onto their joined hands. Isabella quickly wiped it away. Crying wouldn't pay the bills. Neither would her pathetic savings account or her salary as a Guest Relations Coordinator.She leaned down, pr

The dining room of the Elysian mansion gleamed with polished silver and crystal. Alexander stabbed at his Suya, barely tasting the perfectly cooked meat as Nathan's voice dominated the conversation yet again.Alexander slouched in his chair, rolling a wine glass between his fingers. He'd perfected the art of looking engaged while being completely detached. Years of family dinners had taught him that much."So, Nathan," Dominick Elysian boomed, cutting into his perfectly prepared Suya, "tell us about the new resort project in Tokyo"Nathan's smile was sharp. "It's remarkable, actually. We've managed to secure three additional investor commitments beyond our initial projections."Victoria, Alexander's stepmother, clapped her hands. "Isn't he brilliant?" She shot a quick glance at Alexander.Alexander took a long sip of wine, remembering how he'd originally pitched the Tokyo deal six months ago. The same pitch that had been shot down as "too risky.""The numbers are impressive," Dominick

CHAPTER SEVENIsabella's head throbbed as she flipped through the stack of papers for the hundredth time, cramming every detail about her supposed one year relationship with Alexander into her already overloaded brain. "Harvard Business School, graduated top of his class," she muttered and rolled her eyes at the pages. "Bullshit." The more she read, the more her eyebrows climbed toward her hairline. Student body president, debate team captain, honors society, whoever wrote this fairy tale clearly hadn't met the real Alexander Elysian.The car curved around another bend, and through the tinted windows, she caught her first glimpse of the Elysian mansion.Her sharp mind cataloged every detail of the approaching mansion - Gothic architecture, at least thirty rooms, probably built in the 1900s. She'd researched enough about the Elysians to fill a book, but seeing their world up close made her feel like an ant about to walk into a palace of giants."Ready?" Alexander's voice cut through h

Chapter NineOlivia sat at her desk, tapping her pen against the wood as she eyed the closed office door. Her fingers flew across the keyboard, each click echoing in the quiet hallway.It was unlike Alexander to be late - the man was a human alarm clock, always here before she arrived. But today, the office was unusually quiet. The elevator dinged and Alexander strode in, a smile on his face. Olivia blinked. A smile? From him? "Good morning, Olivia.""Uh, good morning." She sat up straighter and studied him. Something was different. "You seem... cheerful today.""Do I?" Alexander walked past her with his smile still firmly in place. "Hadn't noticed."Olivia rolled her eyes and followed him into the office. "Alright, out with it. What's got you grinning like this early morning?"Alexander paused and glanced at her over his shoulder. "Nothing in particular.""Bullshit." Olivia planted her hands on her hips. "I've worked for you for four years, Alexander. I know when something's up."For