Wisdom Weisz was probably the unluckiest woman in the world. She lost her house and ten-month-old daughter in a fire in a single day. And what’s worse is that on the same day, her husband was making love to her best friend in the latter’s apartment without paying any sort of remorse for her. Weeks after, she was also fired from her job for the viral video that was taken on the time she shamed her ex-husband and ex-best friend in front of many people.
        	Frustrated, she was left jobless and spent her remaining money in a luxury hotel’s bar. With destiny as unpredictable as ever, she met the billionaire in the bar who she already came across at various moments of her life. The man offered her a job and it was called, “Wife for Hire”, meaning she will be his wife without any emotional attachments. Wisdom was skeptical at first when the billionaire showed him the sum of money she will receive weekly. If she accepts, the billionaire will pay her upfront with a hundred dollars in her bank in just a blink of an eye.
        	Wisdom eventually accepts as she deemed this as an opportunity for revenge to her former husband and best friend as the billionaire happened to be her ex-husband’s boss and her ex-best friend's employer.
        	Wisdom Weisz was on cloud nine at first until she realized that her heart was about to fall for him. As a whirlpool of emotions stirred and a web of conflicts weaved, Wisdom will soon find out that this job was not easy as she thought as her heart begins to fall for the man who had employed her to be his hired wife.

Wife for Hire

“When will I taste your lips again, Wisdom?” 


 The bastard has still a gut to say that to me, to face me in this garden. To touch my waist with his rough, sinful hands. 


 But my former boss just cackled; his voice is a death bell to my ears. “When will you leave me alone?!” 


 His nose flared as he closed the distance between us. The scent of cigarettes almost made me sneeze. His left, raspy hands crawled to my waist until it reached my chest. “I thought we have a pinkie promise that we will never be separated, hmm?” 


 I swallowed my fear and shoved it down into my stomach where it would hopefully be digested. My feet are on the urge of fleeing away and retreating behind Verity—mom’s—back. 


 “Thinking of running away, eh?” He glanced at my feet then to my eyes. His hand made its way beside my mouth, a few inches away from my lips. “What good do you think you can gain from running away from me again, Linnea?” 


Chapter 30