บททั้งหมดของ Melting the Billionaire's Heart: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 7

PrologueWriter’s POV“Aaron, I need a divorce”Ophelia sudden voice cut through the quiet living room like broken fragments of glass. The exhausted Aaron who had just gotten back from work after having a long day, froze just inside the doorway. His jacket still slung over his arm. All he had imagined when he returns from the office was to eat, rest and be in his lovely wife and son’s company, not this.This was far from what he expected to hear.“What?” he asked, his voice rough with exhaustion.Ophilia stood a few feet away from the door, her arms folded tightly across her chest. Her posture, eyes and everything about her at this moment was dry and eerily calm, like they’ve lost their meaning.“I said I want a divorce,” she repeated, this time with more seriousness.This wasn’t the first time she had brought this up. She had been like this for more than a week. Always angry, irritated easily or distant but he always made sure to be there for her the best he could. He had always thou

Emily POVI made a stop at the hospital on my way to the club as promised, but it was already past visiting hours when I arrived.I greeted the nurse at the counter, but she wouldn't let me in so I dashed past her in a hurry apologizing as I did.Just as I reached his ward, the doctor in charge of my dad was just coming out of his ward. " Emily?" Dr Williams, one of my dad's close friends, raised a disapproving eyebrow. " Visiting hours are over"" I know I just wanted to clean him up and..."" One of the nurses had already done that... come I need to talk to you" he said walking towards the counter. We all know that whenever he pulls me aside like this, it's all about money." Listen, Doc, I'll get the money for his surgery soon. I promise you just need to give me time," I pleaded before he had the chance to speak. " I know it's hard but if we don't perform the surgery soon, I am afraid there will be some complications.”“I know and I promise before the end of this month I'll bring i

Emily POVWas the universe playing some games with my life? If so, it better stop because this aren’t funny no more.I can't lose this job. I can't afford to go for another unsuccessful job hunting. This is the only way I can be able to raise money for my dad's surgery.Of all the people in this world, why?Why?The study was big, with walls lined with bookshelves and the rich scent of cinnamon and wood filling the air. Not too far stood a tall figure gazing out the big French window. “Sir,” Ryan announced politely, “Miss Emily Carter is here for the nanny position.”I bit my lower lips praying he doesn't remember me from last night or else everything will be over before it even started. He moved closer and I immediately bent my head gripping my already clamped hands, hoping he wouldn't recognize me.Maybe men like him wouldn't remember people like me, right? I mean men like him seem to have a lot going on in their lives to keep a clumsy waitress in their head.From the corner of my

Emily POVI reached across the counter and picked the magazine which boldly had his face plastered on its glossy front page. A sharply chiseled jawline that framed his features, perfectly complementing those green emerald eyes.They had this pull, the kind of pull that didn’t just pull you towards it but held you stuck there with it. Like they knew secrets that echoed through the fields that you yourself doesn’t know about.I stared deeply at it completely oblivious to the sound of Stephanie walking in. My fingers traced every contour of his face on the magazine. If only he wasn’t such a hard guy… maybe he could pass for a good one.Sadly, he wasn’t.“Come on,” Steph said pulling me back to reality. She leaned against the door frame, her arms folded and her lips curled in an annoying smile “is he handsome or not”I didn’t answer immediately, just stared at the magazine one more time before shoving it at Steph. My forgotten disgust, coming back a hundredfold.“handsome” I repeated, walk