Hired For Love, Trapped In Wealth Novels & Stories

Tracy questioned placing her pillow on her laps as she rested her elbow on it with her hands on her chin. "Oh! That? Promise if I'm going to tell you, you're going to apply for it" queline said "Your wish ma'am"Tracy replied sarcastically rolling her eyes curious to know what her Friend intend to tell her. "I saw a job interview for a cook today and the pay is super huge" queline exclaimed excitedly. "Wow! Lucky you" Tracy replied elated that her friend had finally gotten a well paid job. "What do you mean, lucky you? Queline asked staring at Tracy keenly.

“Well, maybe you should. All these wealthy guys that come in every evening. I’m sure you’ld have gotten quite a few interested in you if you gave them the green light. Then you won’t have to struggle and stress so much about your grandma’s medical bills.” “Not interested Jenny.” I said, irritated about being reminded of my grandmother’s medical bills. “I am working to cover the bill. I don’t need the help of any rich jerk.” She rolled her eyes. “ Being a goody-goody doesn’t pay the bills, Ivy. Sometimes you have to bend the rules if you want life to finally bend in your favor.” “Well that’s not me. I have no intention of cheating on Joe. We love and trust each other.”

The directors picked them up, one at a time. Hart's eyes narrowed. They were surveillance photos. Lucy as she leaves the café. Lucy going to bed in her dormitory. Lucy alone studying in the campus. Hart's jaw clenched. Vanessa smiled triumphantly. This little girl isn't a girl of this world. She referred to Lucy's pictures. "She's poor." "So?" There was a noise made by Hart in the room. Vanessa's eyes locked on to him. She said she would marry you so she can have money.

“Look closely. This is the woman Adrain truly loves. Linda. She’s not only beautiful, but she’s also a princess. Everyone adores her. Tell me, Helen, how long do you think my marriage to Adrain l was ever going to last?” Helen’s face turned ghostly pale. Her lips trembled, and she collapsed helplessly onto the couch. Her carefully painted nails dug into the cushions as she whispered, “No… what should I do? I can’t live in poverty again. I can’t go back…” Her voice cracked, filled with raw desperation, but I had no sympathy left for her. I had carried her burdens long enough. I had been her puppet, her scapegoat, her silent sacrifice. Not anymore.

"The person I loved doesn't exist anymore. She was a fantasy, a carefully constructed image of loyalty and affection. I loved the idea of her." “No. I moved on. Especially after I found out she wanted to marry me for my money. They were planning to bleed me dry and run off together.” The words were bitter, laced with years of suppressed humiliation. Her smile is soft, sad, a profound moment of understanding passing between us. “Must be hard to be rich when you can’t tell the fakes from the real ones.” I don’t answer. She doesn’t need the whole story, the whole ugly truth of how lonely the top of the financial ladder truly is.

I screamed as tears began to stream down my face. I stared at him, at the man I had once loved, and saw nothing but a stranger. Sophia laughed softly, stepping even closer. "Just two hundred thousand dollars? And you’re screaming?" she mocked. With teary eyes, I turned to her. "Do you know what I did for Ken? I worked dusk till dawn to make sure he succeeded, and now he’s treating me like trash. I bought that house so that as soon as he graduated, we could get married and live like one big family."

He’s definitely falling for me, and hard. I don’t know; is it because he’s too rich or just stupid, because I would never let a stranger that I met on the road live with me, and even pay her money. I guess he’s just too quick to trust people, but either ways, it’s a very stupid thing to do; picking up someone from and dumping them in your house without knowing them, and the fact that he just believed everything I said to him is even more baffling.

You can't be married to him, because you don't even love him, you're a slut who likes to sleep with a bunch of men, what do you want with him? "I'm tired of leading that rhythm of life, financially your nephew left me on the street, I'm destroyed, with a pregnancy on board, my family left the country, I'm in complete oblivion, let's say I need Jacob's company and stability, it's convenient for you too, you'll finally have the renowned family you've always wanted. "But not with you anymore Katherine..." Merida stared at her menacingly, at that moment Teresa opened the door and stared at both of them.

"Excuse me?" I answered impatiently, "Don't worry, I'm the one who hired you, no confusion. So, just to be safe: I'm Ariana, 25 years old. The couple getting married are my ex-boyfriend and ex-best friend, and I hired you because I told them I had a hot boyfriend. So don't embarrass me inside. We just need to act like a couple for the night with a few pecks, nothing overly intimate “

Then, I continued, "There's a recording device in it. I initially wanted to monitor him to see if he would betray my feelings. Perhaps you can find the evidence you need in the recording." … Howard and Hector were detained under rape charges. Soon, the police found evidence of the multiple crimes they committed in their house and through my recording. I was admitted to the hospital for an entire month. After being discharged, I found time to visit Howard in jail. His hair had been shaved, and he was wearing a prison jumpsuit. He was no longer as dashing as I first saw him. Instead, he was in a state of despondence. When he laid eyes on me, his eyes widened so much that they bulged.