All Chapters of Billionaire's Hate Game: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Laila Moore _______ 'Hi, I'm Laila, your father's personal assistant. I am calling you from the hospital to inform you that your father is in critical condition. Please call back as soon as you receive this message, thank you.'**I had to assume that my boss' son had lost his phone, or that he was somewhere with poor network coverage. I had left him tons of voice messages and the guy did not seem to respond. Or perhaps I had the wrong phone number. I let out an exhausted breath and averted my gaze from the screen to the deserted hospital hallway. The silence on the floor was a sign that the nurses had managed to put every patient to sleep. It was probably midnight but I was scared to leave my boss alone. I pulled myself off the wall I had been leaning on and then walked to the door of the room he was in. The room where he was busy fighting for his life. Mister Ross was a good man. He was a boss everyone would wish to have. Despite having been his PA for three years, he was also l

Laila Moore _____ It was so ironic how I was starving yet I was an employee at a food organization. Fitfood was a well-known industry that touched every aspect of food products. Mister Ross had his business being the best food supplier in the state and was slowly creeping into the world. I yawned at the mere thought of the meals I usually devoured in the company kitchen. Shaking off the thought, I stared outside through the car window. We had arrived in the hospital. After a flight which mostly found me sleeping and getting woken up by nightmares, we finally landed and drove to the hospital. The blue sky which was dotted with clouds was rapidly turning into a shade of black, an indication that the rain was approaching and the storm was going to fall down. The hospital was industrious as usual. There were movements around the reception area where we were approaching. We hadn't reached the reception when my eyes fell on Susan. Susan was the company secretary. A well-known lady wh

Laila Moore ______ I traveled back to California overnight. I aimed to be at the FitFood building very early in the morning to secure my job. When I ran away from home back three years, the pain never felt this immense. The heaviness I was feeling in my chest as I left New York was unbearable. Many were those who pitied me while on the plane, maybe from how dead I looked. I wanted to give up. I was on the verge of drowning myself to death. But some words kept chiming in my brain. They were Mister Ross' words. 'Never give up' There must have been a reason why everyone in my family hates me. I hoped just a day would come and I would at least know, because it was really hard to bear it all without knowing why I deserved it. I hated everyone, and I was close to changing my name and living like they did not exist. I deleted everyone's number and blocked them from every social media. It was not easy, but it was for the best. They were not gonna hear from me ever again. I had just arr

Liana Moore._____I stuffed my mouth with a fork-full of spaghetti. The restaurant served them best with baby kale salad and an avocado lime sauce which always worked wonders for me. Whenever I felt lazy to cook, since most of the time I ate at work or home with Mister Ross, you'd find me in Cain restaurant enjoying their spaghetti.Some of the waiters knew me. My arrival was always felt and they did not miss to approach me and tease me with my "the usual" order.I sat near a window that gave a view of the busy area. People moved about and vehicles made noises in the street creating an industrious ambiance. That was the noise I was craving for on my shitty Sunday.I had no idea why I needed to eat a lot. It was a day after my father's burial and even though I had resolved to never care about my family, every pain was now on my shoulders. The thought that he was gone forever was what gave me nightmares.I wanted to assume everything and move on but it hit hard to realize I even missed

Liana Moore _____ It was either I was the problem, or something was certainly wrong with Susan. I did not expect us to have a decent conversation, but the point where she couldn't even answer a question about the company was infuriating. I had delivered my papers to the HR office where I found her having a chat with Jonathan. Jonathan was an employee at the HR office.I had no plan to talk to either of them but when I heard her saying she canceled all of Oliver's meetings, I was concerned and I had to ask about it.The last time I checked, Mister Ross was supposed to have a meeting with William Banks. Everyone knew who William was. He had launched a new five-star hotel and a resort. The meeting with mister Ross was for Fitfood to start supplying food to his restaurants.He was to be part of major customers of the company but from what Susan was dishing to Jonathan, it appeared that the meeting was not gonna happen. As if the company hadn't lost customers already.There was an hour