All Chapters of His Hired Lover: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

SOFIA’s POVThe gentle hum of Mr. Lee’s luxurious SUV faded into the background as his kind eyes lingered on me.“You—very beautiful tonight, Miss Sofia,” he said in his broken English, his Chinese accent curling around the words. He reached for my hand, planting a soft kiss on it before flashing his signature toothy smile.“Good company. I feel good, good…” He nodded after each word, his warmth almost childlike despite his old age.I returned his smile with my usual, well-rehearsed demureness. “It’s always a pleasure, Mr. Lee. You know you’re my favorite client.”We sat comfortably in the buttery-soft leather seats in the back of his SUV, a setting that was suitable for a man of his stature.“Ah, good to know.” He gestured to his driver who handed him a white envelope. “This is for your service, my dear.”“Thank you, Mr. Lee,” I replied, taking the envelope with a practiced grace.After one last polite exchange, the driver opened the door and I stepped out into the cool night air. “T

Rios checked his watch for the third time in a minute, but the sleek silver wrapped around his wrist only mocked him. Only five minutes had passed, yet it already felt like an hour. Exhaling slowly, he adjusted the cuff of his tailored blazer, as if trying to appear relaxed.The luxurious restaurant hummed with quiet conversations. He had specifically told Sasha to make a reservation at this high-end place to impress Sofia Morales. Not that he wanted to prove anything to that woman. He was heir to both the empire of the Estrada and Alcaraz families. If he wanted to, he had all the resources to make her obey him. And yet, Rios wouldn’t do that to her. She seemed like a challenge. Nowadays, he felt he needed Sofia to stay that way.However, first impressions still mattered. If Sofia showed up, he needed to seem like a man in control.But this agonizing waiting left him with a little anxiety. He attempted to divert his attention by listening to the clinking of plates and the low hum of

SOFIA’s POV“Hey! I-I know you. What are you doing in this poorer side of the city?”I could hear the quiver in my landlord’s voice as he watched Rios walking toward us.“I’m afraid you don’t look familiar,” Rios said coolly, one hand tucked in his pocket jeans, the other slinging a tailored coat over his shoulder.Even now, as his dead eyes stabbed like daggers at the already-shaken Donato, the butterflies in my stomach refused to settle. Why on earth would he come here looking like a hot character from a steamy novel? In a snap, my curiosity about him only grew.“Ah, I know now!” my pervy landlord exclaimed as if trying to hold himself together and regain the upper hand. “You’re here for this slut!” he added, grabbing my arm roughly.“Fuck you!” I spat, yanking myself away from him. Instead, Donato pulled me closer, my backside pressing against the huge bulge under his jeans.Honestly, that size might’ve been impressive—if only he understood basic hygiene.Rios stopped walking. “I s

The tires screeched as Rios pulled into the parking lot of Black Moon Bar. The neon glow bathed the pavement in eerie light, the bass-heavy music thudding through the walls like a heartbeat.Inside the bar, Rios could see pertinent faces from the showbiz industry. Celebrities, models, and even corrupt politicians indulged in this place, all drowning in expensive liquor and party drugs that his business associates passed around in secret. However, these patrons were blissfully unaware of the storm brewing behind closed doors.Rios exhaled sharply as he stalked past the VIP lounge, pushing through a private door. Inside, Vincent Madrigal paced with a whiskey glass in hand, rage darkening his features.“You better have a good reason for dragging me here,” Rios muttered, his voice low and edged with warning.Vincent spun, eyes burning. “What the hell were you thinking?” He slammed the glass onto the desk. “Changing drop locations without telling me? Cutting my runners out? Now we’ve got h

Beatrice Sandoval strode into her suite at the Grand Royal Hotel, her heels clicking against the marble floor with practiced elegance. The scent of imported lavender lingered in the air, mingling with the crisp bite of the air-conditioning, but she barely noticed.Her mind was elsewhere—on that damned girl who had bumped into her in the hallway.“Do you know who I am?”“No. And I am really sorry about—"“Name’s Beatrice Sandoval. Remember it.”“Not sure I want to.”The encounter had been brief, but something about the girl’s presence left Beatrice seething. That angelic and delicate face looked almost untouched by the world's filth. And it stirred an unfamiliar irritation within her. ‘How the hell did that lowly creature not know my name?’ The very thought annoyed her more than the traffic in Metro Manila did! It was irrational, even childish, but the annoyance festered like an itch she couldn't scratch. “Just pray we wouldn’t cross paths again, bitch. Or you will be getting what you