บททั้งหมดของ The Blind Billionaire's Fake Girlfriend [ ENGLISH ]: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Sienna POV While waiting for a customer, I leaned back on my chair and stared at my nails. No one had picked me yet tonight, and for the first time in history, I’d been sitting here this long without a single client. My legs were already sweating — still nothing. Weird. I'm Sienna, and I work as an entertainer for VIPs at a bar — entertainer, and that’s where my job ends. It’s not like I let things go beyond that. Sure, I’m no saint and definitely not a virgin anymore, but I still have my limits. The door suddenly opened, and Gary, the bar’s bouncer, came in. “What?” I asked. He never enters this room — not where the entertainers stay. “Someone wants to talk to you.” My brows knitted. “A customer?” Gary hesitated, shifting his weight from one foot to another. “I’m… not sure. He didn’t say.” That hesitation alone made my stomach twist. Gary never acted nervous — not unless something was off. I crossed my arms. “Then tell him I’m not available unless he’s paying for m

Sienna POV Red smirked and raised a hand, pointing toward the table. “There’s an envelope on top of that table. Take it and read what’s inside. It’s not that hard to do.” I took the envelope. Pretending might not be that difficult, but I might end up losing all my hair once I meet this Scarlet woman. Even if I’m brave, there’s nothing I can do if someone grabs my hair—it’s not that easy to escape. When I opened the envelope, there was a folder inside. I pulled it out and frowned as soon as I saw what was written. It wasn’t printed—it was handwritten on plain white paper. What puzzled me was how uneven the writing was; some letters slanted up, some down, making it confusing to read. “I’m sure you’re confused by the handwriting,” he said. “You’re right, I really am—because it’s terrible,” I answered bluntly. “Watch your words, lady. I’m the one who wrote that. I know it’s not neat, but I wanted to write the conditions myself.” “You have employees, right? Why not just hav

Sienna POV “What’s wrong with you? I just went to sleep, and now you’re waking me up at this hour?! Can’t I do whatever you want me to do later—like around noon? Even my breakfast can wait,” I grumbled. My body wasn’t used to waking up this early. “I’m sorry. Sir ordered me to call you now.” I rolled my eyes. “Then tell him to wait. I’ll get up later!” I lay back down. No one could stop me if I wanted to sleep — not even Red, my boss for now, and even if he paid me a fortune. I’m still human. I get sleepy too, especially at this hour! I closed my eyes again, waiting to drift back to sleep, but the same loud noise blasted across the room — even louder than before. Ugh, that butler of Red’s is so annoying. “I told you already, later—” I stopped mid-sentence when I saw that it wasn’t Nicolas holding the megaphone anymore. It was Red himself, looking as irritated as ever. “Just a reminder, Sienna. I’m the one in charge of everything here — including the time you wake up. You’

Sienna POV That sounded easy enough. “Come here, Ms. Sienna. Today, I’ll teach you Lessons 1 and 2.” I walked toward the center of the living room, right in the middle of the circle of chairs surrounding me. Then something lightly smacked my back—not hard, but enough for me to feel it. I turned to Belle, startled. The smile she had earlier was completely gone. She looked strict and serious now, like a different person when it came to work. “If you’re going to stand, Ms. Sienna, your posture is completely wrong. Your head is too low, your back is bent forward, and it looks unpleasant. Relax your body, stand straight, lift your head slightly, and stomach in.” My brows furrowed. Stomach in? How was I supposed to breathe if I did that? But when I saw Belle’s stern face—no trace of softness left—I swallowed hard and pulled my stomach in anyway. My body protested, especially after everything I had just eaten. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Nicolas shaking his head and quietly

Sienna POV I shook my head. “When I get angry, it lasts the whole day. As long as I see the person who made me angry, it won’t go away, and I might end up saying something I’ll regret. I’d rather not eat.” I turned to Nicolas. “I’ll go to my room first. Belle’s still eating anyway. I’ll just come back later when she’s done.” I couldn’t read Nicolas’s expression, but he gave me a small smile before I walked away. --- Once I reached my room, I grabbed a pillow and punched it repeatedly until I got tired. I dropped to the floor, panting. I didn’t want to lie on the clean bedsheets because I was drenched in sweat and didn’t want it to stick to the pillow and blanket. I sighed and stared at nothing. At the bar, my boss had been so kind, but here—he might be rich, yet his attitude was terrible. I tilted my head for a moment before breaking into a wide smile, remembering the biscuit in the pocket of the shorts I wore last night. I searched for the shorts in the laundry basket beside