Hired For Love, Trapped In Wealth の小説・ストーリー

Why did love have to be this complicated? ***

Kai hissed at the migraine he was having. Since his return to his country, as well as his company, thing had taken a drastic turn. He fired a few executives, managers and departmental heads but got bored at the fact that they won't reveal who sent them. Stealing the company's secrets wasn't as simple as stealing a baby's toy. He had placed them in a place where not even his parents knew with a high level security. He knew within himself that the real traitor was beside him.

“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.

"You had to get her killed too." "I didn't steal anything," I said. "She made her choice. Deal with it." "Her choice?" Liam scoffed. "She was a broke college student. You're a billionaire. You think that was a real choice? You bought her." "I never...." "You bought her," Liam repeated. "Paid her debts. Gave her a job. A place to live. You dangled security in front of a desperate girl and called it love." "She loves me," I said.

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.

“I’m the eldest grandson. The company rests on me. They think I need a wife to secure the legacy.” His smile was faint. His eyes were not. “Your family needed help. I needed a bride.” Mary’s jaw tightened. This was never a marriage from the start; this was a negotiation. “So this is why I was forced to return,” Mary said quietly. “Yes.” He faced her fully now. “Now, Mrs. Lipton, there are rules,” he said, checking his wristwatch . Her chest tightened again, but this time, she held his gaze. “You don’t leave without my knowledge.”

"Are you sure you can get out of this trap, Arka? The trap you created for yourself long ago." The sentence haunted Arka's mind every time he looked at the woman who was now sitting gracefully on his lap. Amidst the glimmer of crystal lamps and the sheen of a gold dress, his ex-wife, Kania, looked like a queen who had just reclaimed her throne. Arka knew they were no longer bound by a sacred vow. Their divorce was final, signed on stamped paper years ago. Yet, in this private room, with the aroma of whiskey and Kania's challenging gaze, Arka once again became the helpless, foolish man.

He started the car and said with a gentle gaze, "Caroline, I'd do anything for you. Moreover, these are just material things. You will be Mrs. Jordan, my wife, starting tomorrow. What's the harm in entrusting my entire wealth and even my life to you?" Caroline sobbed. "Evan, I don't want all these. I just want you." Evan drove to Caroline's location and teased, "If you break it down like that, you're greedier than I imagined." Caroline stopped crying, looked up, and asked, "What do you mean by that?"