All Chapters of Marry Me For Money: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

TerranI rushed out of the restaurant, chasing Hailey. Her blonde hair bounced as she moved through the crowd, pushing her way outside. I had seen the look in her eyes when Lance told her his story. I was eternally grateful she hadn’t given him the satisfaction of dropping the bombshell on her. He expected an explosive reaction. She didn’t give it to him.When she had stiffened, I saw that same suit of armor she had been wearing that first day we met in my office. She kept people at arm’s length. I knew it because I did the same thing. She had let me in, and I had hurt her terribly. It physically hurt me to see the pain I had caused her. I had to make it right. I caught up with her outside where she was standing on the sidewalk, unmoving.“Hailey, wait, please,” I begged.She moved to the edge of the sidewalk and put her hand up to hail a cab without looking back at me.I moved toward her. “No, don’t go yet. Wait a minute. Let me explain.” I grabbed her hand and pulled her away from t

TerranIt wasn’t going to happen today. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t find the strength to talk to anyone. I had been holed up in my condo for a week, and I wasn’t ready to leave the comfort of my cocoon. I knew I wasn’t being the responsible adult I should be, but I didn’t care.“Lena,” I said when she answered the phone.“Don’t say it,” she said, scolding me before I said a word.“I can’t. I can’t make it in today. Or tomorrow. Clear my schedule for at least the next few days.” “Terran Maddox! What is going on?”I sighed. “I’m working on a deal,” I lied.“No, you’re not. You didn’t come in at all last week. I’m dodging calls and running out of excuses. You need to get your butt in here.”“I’m sorry. I just need a few more days to get things together.”“Is everything okay?” she asked in a low voice.“Yes, fine. Everything is fine. I’ll be checking emails, but I won’t be in the office.”I hung up, feeling like a coward, but I was unable to face people. Everyone was going to ask me abo

HaileyI walked into the hotel, then followed the directions down the hall to the room reserved by the production company. Gabriel was waiting for me in the hall, on his phone as usual. When he saw me, he waved and held up a finger, telling me to wait.I looked around the area and noticed a few other women who looked nothing like me. I suddenly felt very underdressed. The role was for a professional businesswoman. I had dressed in a short, tight skirt, conservative heels and a white blouse unbuttoned just enough to be sexy, without being sleazy—I hoped. I looked at the woman at the end of the hall and thought she looked vaguely familiar. I had seen her on TV before. Either a commercial or on a show, I couldn’t quite place her. She turned to look at me, and I smiled. She glared back, her dark smoky eye makeup giving her a sinister look.“Oh good, just like in the modeling world,” I grumbled under my breath.“What was that?” Gabriel asked.I shook my head. “Nothing.”He ended the call a

TerranWhen my eyes popped open, a surge of excitement mingled with dread ran through my veins. I had decided, after one too many beers last night, that I was going to see Hailey this morning. I was going to make her listen to me, and then, I was going to grovel. I was going to beg and plead and apologize until I was blue in the face. I had to make her hear me and believe me when I told her I loved her. If she shut me down after that, I would accept defeat. I would crawl away to my lonely, broken world.I showered, shaved, and dressed in a pair of black slacks and a dark green shirt. I knew she liked it when I wore green. It made my eyes appear a more emerald color, which always drove her wild. I was pulling out all the stops. I would stop and get her flowers as well. I debated buying her jewelry but had scrapped the idea. I didn’t want money playing into the conversation at all. I needed her to want me for me just as much as I wanted her.As I sipped on my cup of coffee, thinking abo

HaileyI walked into the coffee shop, scanning the tables until I saw Mandy, her head down as she furiously typed away on her phone.“Hey!” I greeted, taking a seat across from her.“Hi,” she said, exasperation in her voice.“Uh oh, what’s the matter?”She shook her head. “I’m getting denied the special funding I applied for.”“Funding for what?” I asked.“I was talking with the director of the orphanage the other day about getting more supplies for the kids. I hate sending them to school with old, used stuff. In some cases, we can’t even provide the right size clothing for them. I feel like we’re scarring them for life. There’s so much I want to do. I applied for a grant and got turned down. Everyone says their budget is stretched too tight and there’s no money. They keep telling me to apply early next year. That doesn’t help me this year. Not to mention, we are at full capacity and then some. We just had to transform one of the tutoring rooms into living space.” She shook her head.