บททั้งหมดของ Falling for the Disgraced Heir: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 7

The clink of crystal glasses, the hum of violins, and the endless chatter of the city’s elite—it was just another Friday night at the Grand Regent Hotel.Julia Bailey balanced a silver tray of champagne flutes against her hip, weaving through the crowd of tuxedos and glittering gowns. Her feet ached from twelve hours of double shifts, but she forced her lips into a polite smile. Tips were good tonight. Rent was due tomorrow. Survival didn’t wait for exhaustion.“Careful, sweetheart,” a banker sneered as she passed, his hand brushing too close to her waist. Julia shifted away, masking her disgust. Same story, different night.She was just about to duck behind the velvet curtain toward the staff area when raised voices split the air.“Enough, Brandon!”Julia turned her head instinctively. The source was hard to miss: a man in his late twenties, tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in an undone tuxedo like he’d just crawled out of a whiskey bottle. His dark hair fell across his forehead in ca

Brandon Carter—or so he called himself—looked perfectly at ease sprawled across Julia’s couch. He stretched like a lazy cat, while Julia stormed around her tiny kitchen, muttering about freeloaders.“You’re still here?” she snapped, tying her apron before work.“You agreed,” he said smugly. “Your landlord should thank me. I’m basically saving his business.”“You’re saving your butt,” Julia shot back. “And don’t touch anything while I’m gone.”Of course, the moment she left for her morning shift, Brandon touched everything.The refrigerator hummed, half-empty save for eggs, pack of instant noodle, and a wilting bunch of spinach. Brandon eyed the eggs like they were a puzzle.“How hard can it be?” he muttered.Ten minutes later, black smoke curled from the frying pan. The eggs were burnt to a crisp, the pan handle slick with grease. Brandon coughed, fanning the smoke alarm with a dish towel.“Why would anyone cook this themselves?” he groaned, dumping the charred remains straight into t

Julia had never thought desperation could taste so bitter. Yet here she was, clutching the crisp white offer letter like it was a rope tied to her survival.Hughes Corporation.Of all places in the city, the universe had decided to shove her into the belly of the beast she despised. The very name of that empire made her stomach churn.Still, rent wouldn’t pay itself. Groceries didn’t magically appear in her cupboards. And her third job at the late-night diner had slashed her shifts again.“Damn it…” Julia muttered, pressing the paper against her forehead as though that could ease the pounding in her skull. “I’ll just swallow my pride. Money first, hatred later.”From the couch, Brandon peeked over the rim of the instant coffee he’d stolen from her stash. He was lounging like a king in exile, legs crossed, looking oddly at home in her cramped apartment.“So… you’re finally going corporate?” His lips quirked into a smirk. “Didn’t think you had it in you.”Julia shot him a glare sharp en

By Monday morning, the entire marketing floor was buzzing—and not because of work.Julia could feel it the second she stepped off the elevator. The stares. The smirks. The half-whispered gossip that stopped whenever she passed. Her skin prickled with heat before she even reached her desk.“Did you hear?” “They live in the same building.” “Same floor, actually. Maybe she’s his… you know.” “No wonder he’s still employed.”Julia slammed her files onto her desk harder than necessary. “Morning,” she muttered.“Morning,” said Brandon cheerfully from the seat next to hers. He looked infuriatingly relaxed, sleeves rolled up, tapping his pen as if the whole world didn’t have its tongue wagging about them.Julia hissed under her breath, “Do you have any idea what people are saying?”He blinked innocently. “That I’m finally getting along with someone?”“They think we’re dating!” she snapped. “Because we come in at the same time!”He tilted his head. “Well… we do leave together too.”Julia’s m