-A 23-year-old girl working in a cafe to support herself and her nanny who took care of her when her parents left her on the roadside.
-She is bubbly, clumsy, curious, emotional and fierce.
-A 26-year-old multimillionaire, CEO of Parker Enterprises, the most successful company in America.
-He is the one with anger issues and ruthless and cold behaviour. He is soft towards his son only.
-He is the 5-year-old son of Liam Parker. He is adorable with chubby cheeks and a dimpled smile. He is very smart and intelligent, more than a usual kid his age.
-He is homeschooled and a tutor comes home to teach him. He is only talkative around his father.
Micheal Williams
-He is 26 years old and the best friend of Liam.
-He is also Liam’s right hand at work and a private investigator.
-She is 25 years old. She is the girlfriend of Liam
-A pretty face with bitchy soul. Leo hates her.
-A famous model of New York.
-She is 28 years old.
-He is the only friend of Isabella. He is 24 years old.
-They have had friends since 2nd year of college.
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BLURB:-
It was him.
Liam Parker.
The guy from last night.
My eyes widened in panic as his lips curved into a smirk. Oh no. I am so not getting this job. I bit my lip nervously, and his smirk deepened.
"Miss Brown," he said, looking down at the file in front of him. "Please take a seat."
I sat down, my mind racing.
What do I do? Should I apologise? Explain me. Stay silent?
"So, how are you feeling, Miss Brown?" he asked, leaning back in his chair, his tone casual but laced with amusement.
"I-I..." I stammered, completely lost for words.
"You seem nervous," he observed, leaning forward slightly. "I don’t appreciate that."
I bit my lip again, looking down.
Great, Isabella. Way to make things worse.
He stood up, walking around the desk and leaning against the edge, dangerously close to me. His eyes bore into mine, and my breath hitched at the proximity.
*Say something. Explain. Just... anything!*
"I-I’m sorry about last night," I blurted out. "I was drunk, and I didn’t know what I was doing. I never drink that much, but I was so upset, and I ended up at the club. I didn’t mean to call you a kidnapper, I swear! I was just scared, and I panicked, and then I ran because I thought I’d made a huge fool of myself. I’m not like that! I promise!"
Liam’s smirk deepened as he bent down to my eye level, his face inches from mine. "And what exactly do you think I thought, Miss Brown?"
"I-I..." My heart pounded in my chest.
I can’t do this.
But I need this job….Arghh!
"You’re what?" he pressed, his voice dangerously low.
I gulped. "C-can you stop coming so close?"
He raised an eyebrow, his smirk never fading. "But last night, you seemed to want that very thing when you pulled me."
I shot up from my chair, putting distance between us. "That was because I was drunk!"
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Liam stood up, adjusting his coat and said, "There are rules you need to follow, Miss Brown.
First, don’t lay a hand on my child.
Second, respect my privacy.
Third, there are areas in the house that are off-limits.
Fourth, don’t take him out without my permission.
Fifth, I don’t want any man visiting the house whether he is your friend or boyfriend."
*I don’t even have friends! HUH!!*
I nodded, absorbing each rule.
"And your salary will be $5,000."
My jaw dropped. "$5,000?"
"Yes," he said, not looking amused. "Is that a problem?"
"No, no problem!" I quickly shook my head.
"You start tomorrow at 9 a.m. Don’t be late," he said.
I nodded again, still in shock.
**Five thousand dollars?**
“Remember, arrive at sharp 9 a.m. Hope you remember the address!” he said with a smirk.
As I left the office, I couldn’t help but smile.
**Finally, I have a job.**
Isabella’s POV:Life? Well, it's a mess. Always has been, and I’ve grown used to it. You’re probably wondering how it all began. I was two years old when my mother—or maybe it was someone else, I don’t remember—left me at an orphanage. I grew up there. The place was small, just me and ten other kids. You'd think that would make it a tight-knit group, but nope. They all hated me because Nanny, the woman who ran the place, loved me the most.Nanny? Oh, she’s my everything. If there’s one person in this messed-up world that I call family, it’s her. She’s gotten old now, but let me tell you, she still believes she’s younger and has more energy than me. And trust me, sometimes I think she’s right. You’re probably wondering why I said "used to." Well, it’s not an orphanage anymore. All the other kids have been adopted. It’s just me and Nanny now. She’s tried countless times to get me adopted too, but I always refused. I couldn’t imagine leaving her behind. So here I am, living with Nanny a
Isabella’s POV:I had only one option left. I could ask Lucas for help. He’s the last person I can turn to right now. I know you're probably wondering, "Who is Lucas?" Well, he’s the only friend I have. “Nanny, I’ll be back soon,” I said, kissing her on the cheek.“Where are you off to now?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.“I’m going to see Lucas. Maybe he can help me find a job.”“Why him? You’re capable enough to do it yourself.”“Nanny…” I sighed, choosing not to argue further, and left the house.Nanny always disliked Lucas. She’s always insisted that he’s trouble, but I never believed her. I mean, what would I do without him?When I got to Lucas's place, I rang the doorbell. He opened the door, looking surprised.“Isabella? What brings you here?” he asked, curiosity lining his voice.“Lucas, I need to talk to you about something,” I said, trying to keep calm.“Alright, come on in.” I walked in and sat on the couch,
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ISABELLA'S POV:Today is my first day of work, and I’m standing in front of Mr. Parker’s house, feeling an odd mixture of nerves and curiosity. Yesterday, I left in such a hurry that I completely forgot to ask him something important. It’s been gnawing at me all night, and I need to ask him now or else I won’t be able to focus when he’s around. I take a deep breath and press the doorbell, hoping to catch him before he leaves for work.A few moments later, the door opens, revealing a well-dressed woman who greets me with a polite but somewhat stern look.“Yes? Can I help you?" she asks, her voice crisp.“Hi! I’m Isabella Brown. I’m here for the babysitting job. Mr. Parker hired me yesterday,” I reply, trying to sound more confident than I feel.Her expression softens just a little. “Ah yes, he mentioned you. Come in.” She steps aside, allowing me to enter.The moment I step into the house, my jaw practically hits the floor. Yesterday, I was in such a rush that I didn’t notice how stunn