All Chapters of Hired Fiance: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Emma's POV " Emma... " His brow furrowed, the confusion in his eyes deepening. "Succeed? At what?""In making me fall for your lies. Your fake charm. The struggling actor routine—what a performance! Mr Heir of the Taylor empire." My voice broke slightly as I continued, the pain overwhelming my resolve to stay calm." It's not like what you think it is. " He looked tensed " Shut up! Don't lie! It's no use; I know everything today. I met one of your ex-girlfriends who came to see me this afternoon and told me. " I looked him straight in the eye, my voice colder than it had ever been. His face paled, his body tensing. "My ex? Who? What are you talking about?""Your ex...my client." " Her name?" I raised my chin defiantly. "Does it matter? Or are there so many of them that you can’t remember which one?"He took a step forward, his expression pained. "Emma, listen to me—""No," I snapped, cutting him off. "I know everything now. You deceived me. Lied to me. From the very beginning. W

Emma's POV I felt a lump form in my throat, and though I wanted to pull my hand away, I couldn’t. His touch was warm and familiar, and despite everything, I craved that comfort. My resolve was weakening, but I didn’t want to admit it—not yet. Not out loud."I just… I need time to process everything," I whispered, looking down at the hand that held mine. "I don’t know what to think right now."He nodded, his thumb stroking the back of my hand gently. "I’ll give you all the time you need, Emma. I just don’t want to lose you. Not over this."I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his words settle deep inside me. I didn’t want to lose him either. But I couldn’t ignore the hurt, the sting of betrayal that still lingered.We finished dinner quietly after that, the tension between us easing just slightly. Once the plates were cleared away, he stood up and walked over to the fireplace, watching the flames for a moment before turning back to me."I love you, Emma," he said, his voice low, fi

Emma's POV He led me inside, and I was immediately struck by the grandeur of the interior. Chandeliers sparkled overhead, the floors gleamed with a polished finish, and art—no doubt worth a fortune—decorated the walls. It was beautiful, yes, but it felt cold and distant. This wasn’t the Ryan I knew. This wasn’t the man who spent evenings curled up with me on our worn-out sofa, sharing quiet moments.“I wanted you to see this,” Ryan said quietly, leading me through the grand hallways. “Because I need you to understand that this—this isn’t who I am. Not really. Yes, I was brought up into this world, but it’s not where my heart is.”I glanced at him, feeling the sincerity in his words. He had never acted like the privileged heir he was. He had never flaunted his wealth or expected special treatment. In fact, he had taken all of it in stride—the way my dad, Daniel, and others had condescended to him and made snide remarks, assuming he was just another struggling actor with no prospects.

Emma's POV I opened my mouth to argue, but then I hesitated and bit my lip, torn between wanting to support him and understanding the precarious situation with his grandfather. I had my own experience with emotionally charged family members. My mother and grandmother could be incredibly sensitive when it comes to family matters, especially weddings and introductions. And while I loved them dearly, I understood how delicate such matters could be. If his grandfather was anything like them, this wasn’t the right time.“But what about you?” I asked softly, searching Ryan’s face. “I don’t want you to go through this alone.”“I won’t be alone,” he reassured me. “The doctors are with him, and his staff are there to take care of everything. I just need to get there as quickly as I can.” A part of me wanted to insist on going, to be by his side through whatever awaited him. But I also understood his concern, and I didn’t want to make a difficult situation even more complicated.“I’ll stay,”

Emma's POV “Wow! What a grand welcome,” he chuckled, his arms tightening around me. “I didn’t know you missed me this much. If I had, I would’ve come back sooner.”“I wish you had,” I whispered against his chest. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming? And how is your grandfather?”“He’s still the same,” Ryan said, his tone softening. “But I couldn’t miss this—being with you, seeing you in your element. So I came. I’ll stay for a few days, catch up on some work at the office here, and then head back. Maybe this time, you can come with me if things are better.”I nodded, my heart still racing from the surprise of seeing him. I couldn’t believe he was here—after all the stress and worry, after all the work, Ryan had made it back to me.Later that evening, we attended a small post-exhibition party, but despite the success and the elation I should have been feeling, I couldn’t shake an overwhelming sense of exhaustion. The day had taken its toll on me, and as the night wore on, I starte