All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE'S HIRED BRIDE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

NAYA’S POV:Cool air slapped over my skin, forcing me to relax onto this soft thing my body was on. Cindy must have taken me home. This feels softer than my bed, though, I thought, as I stretched. Maybe I was in her room.With a little twist of the body, I felt the blanket on my body slip off, allowing the wind to graze my skin more. Needing reassurance of where I ended up for the night, I pulled my eyes apart and immediately cussed for making such a foolish mistake. The dim light of the room I was lying in stung my eyes with such vehemence that had me shutting them almost immediately, a groan escaping from my lips.As though summoned by the sight of light, a headache like never before sank into all the parts of my head, forcing me to twist and turn and-I hadn't noticed it because I thought I might have been in my room but now with the headache, inability to open my eyes and the air, it settles.I was stark naked.Placing one tender hand over my chest, my head went blank — headache

TALON'S P.O.VMy assistant, Manuel, could be such a shithead some days and today was one of those days. I couldn’t believe the idiot hit a lady while on the way and she passed out. Now, he was calling me while I was working, probably trying to give me an update about the lady. Growling angrily under my breath, I snatched my ringing phone up to answer the call, “What?” I snapped. “We are at the hospital, sir,” he replied briskly, not put off by the obvious anger in my voice. “How is she?” I asked. “She’s fine, sir,” he answered, calmly. His calm attitude was getting on my nerves. “I didn’t hit her. She passed out from the shock and sustained just a minor injury which the nurses are taking care of.”“Very good. Make sure everything is settled before coming back here. Is that clear?” I demanded. “Of course, sir.”I paused at his tone, a frown etched on my forehead as I observed how hideous he sounded. I would have asked him what was wrong, but it was none of my business. I was his e

NAYA’S POVAs Cindy walked out of the room, a man strolled in. I was immediately taken aback by the amount of sexiness and confidence the man exuded. He was tall – over six feet, handsome with his hair slicked back. His eyes were sharp and determined and gave him an aura of mystery. He had a stern frown on his face as he walked in, holding a bunch of papers in his hand. And when he opened his mouth to talk, his voice, though cold, was the sexiest tone I had ever heard. “These are the terms of our marriage contract. Sign it, or you’d lose whatever is left of your pathetic life.”I blinked at him once. Then, twice. Ugh? Did I hear him right? A marriage contract? Hold up, maybe the doctor was wrong and I’m suffering from a serious concussion. Or maybe the accident affected me so bad that I’m starting to hear things. The man glared hard at me, obviously irritated by my confused silence. He whirled around, facing Manuel who had immediately rose to his feet. “Is she also deaf and dumb?” he

NAYA'S P.O.VGetting married to Talon was one of the biggest decisions I had ever taken in my life and I was pretty sure I was starting to regret it. Not because I was suffering or anything – far from it. As a matter of fact, I was living more comfortably than I had ever lived. Talon was freaking rich. He had everything at his beck and call and I was benefitting from it insanely. I ate whatever I wanted, no matter how expensive. I had a whole new wardrobe – the wardrobe of my dreams with a lot of amazing outfits. I didn’t have to do any work around the house; Talon had people for that. But all these didn’t stop me from being bored and lonely. I was literally the only person in this house. Talon was a workaholic and he hardly stayed at home. He would leave the house before I woke up and by the time he’d get back, I would be asleep. The only thing I had for companion was the television and my phone and I hated using my phone because every other day, there was always something new abo

NAYA’S P.O.VIf I thought Talon was closed off and a jerk ass before we spent the weekend in his parents’ house and that he couldn’t get any worse, he proved me wrong when we arrived back home. He walked straight into his study without uttering a word to me, slamming the door heavily behind himself while the servants looked at me in pity. I gritted my teeth in anger and frustration. It was probably my fault – stupid little me – for thinking that after the conversation we had at his parents’ house that night, we might have reached some sort of….I don’t know, truce or agreement. But the moment we got back home, he reverted back to his old, grouchy self. I should have seen that coming especially after the way he shut me down that night while we were talking. That hurt, I wasn’t going to lie. With nothing for me to do, I did the only thing I know how to do best – went into my room to wallow in self-pity and solitude. I drag my bag along with me, politely refusing help from the maids an