Hired For Love, Trapped In Wealth Romane & Geschichten

What does hiring a wife have to do with losing an inheritance? " He's offering a hundred million dollars. " I froze. A hundred what? " What?! Why is he going as far as offering his whole inheritance just to hire a wife? " Xander chuckled , making me raise an eyebrow. "Ana , I promise you , a hundred million dollars is not even up to a quarter of his whole inheritance " Wait, what? That makes him a.... billionaire?! Xander cleared his throat, " Do you know Howard Inc.? " Howard Inc.? "Howard Inc? As in Howard Construction,Howard Motors, Howard-- " I tried guessing.

I went from getting betrayed by my friend, to almost being hit by a car to getting married to a billionaire. Sometimes, it was like watching a movie and meeting Talon’s weird family made it all worse. I didn’t miss my old life that’s for sure, but at the same time, I wasn’t exactly sure my present life was better than my past life. It was almost the same amount of craziness. Well, at least, this time, I was getting paid to deal with their innate craziness. That was certainly a silver lining. Although, there was this constant fear that my something would go wrong with the plan, that Talon’s family would figure we were deceiving them and probably throw me in prison for that. Okay, maybe that w

People were indeed beginning to look and I could hear the distant flashes of the phones in the background. How did rich people live in this type of world where they could have no privacy? “And you think I don't have a reputation to uphold?”, I asked, my voice lowering as a waiter walked past our table. “You're…not prey to such people, Miss Thompson. Point it, we can just go with the story of you being the lovey-dovey one. We met at an event and you chased me till I agreed and fell In love with you. You understand right? Kinda suits our… positions. Besides it's a believable story, I am very attractive and rich” he said, nodding to himself.

“Of course. Betrayers never have the right words to justify their sins.” Mike ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “I never meant to hurt you, Bella.” Arabella had gone to see Mike that day to talk about the arranged marriage her father had forced upon her. She had planned to confide in him, to seek his comfort. Her father, Edwin, was drowning in financial troubles. The coffee business he managed was on the brink of collapse, and he was deep in debt to banks and loan sharks. Without her consent, he had arranged for her to marry a man named Harry Anderson—a ruthless, paralyzed millionaire who had agreed to clear his debts in exchange for her hand in marriage.

This is the second season of Marco and Letta's story, titled "Trapped: I Can't Escape from the Billionaire." The first season can be read under the title "Trapped: Pregnant with a Billionaire's Child." These two stories are interrelated, and it is recommended to start by reading the first season first. Thank you.

Because of her own greed and recklessness, she had lost everything. That afternoon, the daughter of the TV station’s owner came to her office. A beautiful woman who had completed prestigious studies abroad. She owned a popular cosmetics brand nationwide. Beautiful, smart, wealthy, and from a respected family—she had all the makings of a social darling. But for some reason, that perfect woman had fallen for the wrong man.

“And then? Don’t make me beg for this.” I turned my head to the side, pressing a smile against the pillow. “He hired me on the spot. On the spot.” “No way.” “He said I was overqualified for the job and that he needed someone he could trust working by his side.” Lois went quiet for a second, and I could practically hear the wheels of excitement spinning in her head. “Okay, but why does he trust you?” she teased. “Old college chemistry vibes? Is that the play he is making?”

A heartless gold digger. I curse the day I met her. I hate myself for allowing her into my precious life. If only I did not pity him for loving me so much, I wouldn’t be here. I thought that was her plan to trap me. To get easy access to wealth. To a good life. To a family, a really good family. Something she had never sniffed in all her filthy life. That lying snake didn’t lie to me about her life.

They were cunning, always planning their moves, doing everything for the cameras and the blogs, acting all goody-too-shoes, while they were actually agents of satan. They were reputable moguls, received awards, made headlines, everyone loved them. Till a fire burned their empire to the ground, and they made that stupid imbecile get married to my sweet Michael to save the family business. It should have been me! I deserve to be with Michael, not her! She took everything away from me: the love that parents should have for their child, my opportunity to show daddy I was capable of becoming CEO, my chance to be a star, and the hottest guy ever, Michael.

“Not that I’m complaining, but you do know your husband is extremely rich, right?” Mary remained silent. “If you don’t like the clothes, you can tell me. I will change everything for you.” He paused. “Or better still.” Alexander reached into his pocket and pulled out a black limitless card. “As Mrs. Lipton, you should have this.” He slid the card across the table toward her. “You are my wife now, and my wife shouldn’t be broke.” Mary stared at the card, stunned. “You don’t have to do this.” “And I love the clothes you bought for me,” she said softly.