All Chapters of The Billionaire's Hired Bride : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Did you hear?” Irene whispers beside me. “Asher’s coming tonight.”I try not to react, but I have heard the name more times than I can count since I got employed two days ago.“Asher Lancaster,” another girl sighs dreamily, dusting flour off her apron. “That man is dangerously gorgeous. I swear, if I wasn’t in uniform, I’d dress to kill tonight.”I say nothing, just focus on arranging pastries on a tray. Honestly, I don’t have time to crush on some spoiled billionaire's son. I keep my head down. I have real problems. My sister is still in a coma, and the hospital bills are growing by the second. Crushing on some rich, cocky guy with magazine cover looks is not on my to-do list.I'm Lila Blakes. The girl who has been living her teenage life by scrubbing floors, washing public toilets and babysitting little children. And today, I'm in Lancaster's home, one of the wealthiest billionaire families in town to work up enough money as a maid for my comatose sister in the hospital.The kitch

I’m still curled up on my bed, wiping the last of my tears, when there’s a knock on my door.“Lila?” It’s another maid, peeking in. “Miss Zara, Mr. Asher’s sister, says you should come to her room. Now.”My stomach sinks. I know how it is to face Zara because she hates me a lot.I drag myself up, fix my uniform, and force my face into something neutral. Whatever she needs, I’ll just do it quickly and leave.When I reach her room, she’s sitting in front of a massive dressing table, surrounded by uncountable perfumes and expensive makeup.“Took you long enough,” she says without looking at me. “My hair’s a mess. Fix it.”I nod quietly, stepping behind her. Her hair is thick and shiny. She probably has stylists fussing over it every day. I run my fingers through it gently, starting to braid as she instructs.“Also do my makeup. Light and natural. I have a brunch to attend.”I reach for the foundation with shaky hands, still drained from the call with the doctor. But I try to stay calm.T

The dining hall glitters like something out of a royal movie. Golden chandeliers, crystal glasses, and silver cutlery are arranged so perfectly it makes me nervous just to reach for water.I sit stiffly at the long table, dressed in an off-shoulder black dress. My hair is curled perfectly, makeup light but sharp. I tried to look normal, but my heart races.Across from me sits Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster, sharing quiet laughs with the Lawsons’s family, their billionaire neighbors and family too. Their mansion is literally a driveway away from the Lancasters’, and tonight, both families have come together for a formal dinner.I try to blend in, nodding when necessary, smiling when spoken to, chewing slowly, carefully, like one wrong move would reveal I don’t belong.But that isn’t the worst part.What truly made my stomach twist isn’t the pressure or the pretense, it was Ryan.He sits two seats away, calm, quiet, and eating like he hasn't once promised me forever. Ryan Lawson. Asher’s cousin

We drive through winding roads, the city lights fading behind us. When the car finally stops, I let out a small sigh of relief. It’s not a hotel. It’s a mansion. Quiet and beautiful. Somehow, that makes me feel safer because the thought of spending time in the hotel room make my stomach turn.As we step out, a couple of stern guards approach and open the door for us. Their eyes flicker to me, sizing me up, but they don’t say a word.The heavy doors swing open, and the cold night air is swallowed by warm light inside. The guards lead us through a long hallway, their footsteps echoing. I try to hide my nerves, but my heart races.Asher walks ahead calmly, while I follow silently behind, wondering who this “someone” he misses could be.As I step into the sitting room behind Asher, I spot Elise already there, sitting like she owns the place confidently and clearly waiting for him.Asher’s eyes find hers instantly. He moves toward her, and she stands up with a bright smile.“I missed you,”

“Shall we proceed now, wife?”.The question rings in my ear. This time the wife doesn't sound like an irony until a teasing smile appears on his thin lips.“It's obvious that you want us to proceed”, he gives me an amusing smile. “ I thought you hate it when I flirt with you but you're actually the one moaning in pleasure with just a touch”.My heart skips. I know he always toys with my emotions but I never expected it to be now. Somehow, I feel sad but can't tell why. Can it be true that I really want him to proceed? To dig into me and make me moan more?He pulls away from our closeness, an amusing smile still on his lips. My cheeks go scarlet with embarrassment. I feel fooled.“Alright Mrs Lancaster. I'll remind you again. I only came to see you in this robe,” he says, glancing at my body with a flirty smile.I look down at the robe. It’s loose around the breasts so I quickly tie the robe, embarrassed. He touched him, he sucked my boobs, he grabbed my ass. Thinking of what just happ