Hired For Love, Trapped In Wealth Novels & Stories

“About what?” She exhaled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “It’s just strange that I don’t feel bad anymore about you hiring a private investigator to dig up on me.” “Maybe because you know that I only did because I wanted to get to know you more, given that I considered you as my future lover that time.” She scoffed but didn’t hide the way her cheeks warmed under the passing streetlights. “I bet you planned this all along. You proposed it where I would be a hired lover, but you were actually planning to trap me into marriage.”

“I had nothing. No parents and nobody to take care of me. Everything I got I got by myself. I worked until my hands bled, until my legs couldn't stand anymore and then I worked some more after that. I worked hard to be accepted into a place I had no business being in, in a college few were fortunate to even be in, spending sleepless nights and praying every night for a chance. And finally I did it.” “And then I fell in love, and I made friends who I loved and trusted. Unlike what you may think, I didn't try to ‘use’ any of them. I didn't even dare take money. I was just grateful that they were by my side, like the family I never had. And I thought everything would be okay until I was met wit

the man explained, adding, “and it comes at a price.” “What price?” Isabella asked, staring irritatingly at him. Mr. Daniel licked his lips seductively and smiled, “You know what I mean.” Standing up, Isabella said, “Get your job done well, then I will see to that.” “Is that a deal?” “Deal” she said and exited the room. *** “Babe, how do you know he is treating you like shit?” Aria heard Sophie ask into the phone. “He bought a bouquet of red roses for a lady! Can you imagine that?!” she shouted.

By the look on her face, she would rather be in hell than be here in this room. "So, Ms. Hilton, give me a reason why I should hire you," Elijah asked, leaning back in his seat again. Desiree put a mask of confidence on her face, but Elijah was experienced enough to see right through it. "I am ambitious, hardworking, competitive and…" "What else?" He asked, cutting her off. "I have an excellent academic record—" "So do the rest of the candidates," he shot back sharply. "I am quick in actions, decisive and..." "Tell me something you didn't pick off wikiHow?" He shook his head irritatedly, and another layer of sweat appeared on her face.

I knew I had to do something. Then I stumbled upon an ad an heir to a wealthy family needed a hired bride for a few months, with huge benefits. It wasn’t a real marriage, just a job. Why not? The pay could cover my brother's debt, and maybe even help me open my own law firm one day. And that’s how I ended up here, standing at the gates of a big mansion.

“I understand wanting to protect what you think is yours. I understand fear of being pushed aside by your own family. But everything you did these past few days, the spying, the threats, the blackmail, that wasn’t about protecting anyone. That was about greed.” Matt’s jaw tightened. “You don’t know anything about what I’ve sacrificed for this family.” “Maybe not,” Jessica admitted. “But I know what real love looks like now, and it doesn’t look like tearing people down to build yourself up. If you want a place in this family, in this company, you’re going to have to earn it differently than you tried today.” “Easy advice from someone who just married her way into everything,” Matt snapped. “I

--- Because if Isabella was telling the truth. Then Adrian had married her while still in love with another woman. --- And that possibility was destroying her. --- Hours later, she found herself standing inside the mansion. The house felt unfamiliar. Like she was seeing it for the first time. --- The grand staircase. The expensive furniture. The luxurious chandeliers. --- None of it felt like home anymore. --- Because home is where you're loved. And for the first time... Amara wasn't sure she had ever been loved here. ---

“You divorced him and he got everything. Then that bitch Lucy stepped in and started spending all his money. YOUR money. The PACK’S money. You earned that money, Trista. You earned these shares.” “When you put it like that..” I chuckled. Hazel could be so convincing sometimes. “Remember when you first graduated from college?” she asked, refilling both our glasses. “You had such a bright future. You were hired, on the spot, by that big company in New York? I was so proud of you. I thought…Trista…she’s going places. BIG places.” I nodded. I remembered. It had been a job. They said I’d have the chance to advance quickly within the company. Beautiful corner office with floor to ceiling windows.

She was speechless. Five million. The words didn’t make sense at first. Her brain refused to process them. Nothing was adding up. It was too large, too unreal, too far removed from anything she had ever experienced. Five million dollars. Enough to pay the hospital bill. Enough to secure her mother’s surgery. Enough to wipe away every overdue notice, every eviction warning, every debt she owed. But it felt too dangerous. Too convenient. Too precise. “But why me?” she asked in a whisper.

That’s all they want, just money. I knew it, I shouldn’t have let history repeat itself. Can’t anyone just love me for who I am and not because of my money? What is the point of wealth if it is attached with betrayal, sadness, heartbreak, a life without LOVE! I’M DONE WITH THIS SHIT! PEOPLE ARE TERRIBLE!’ Oh my God… Tristan loves me?