"You don't know my middle name. You don't know if I want kids, or if I like them. You don't know if I would use you for money... or total your car. You don't know if I have another man on the side, you don't know..." "I can tell a lot about you Jackie." I cut her off and shook my head slightly. "You don't like to drive, but you can. I can tell that by how you look into my mirror when I shift lanes and you are double checking that it's clear. I can tell you at least like kids with how you have treated my daughter. If you didn't you wouldn't have offered to help me host a slumber party. Why would you use me for money when you have a very good business? And as for another man... you would have called him as soon as something happened to you. Instead you let me take care of you." I paused all of her thoughts and she gulped and bit her lip. "However, ... I did tell you my middle name, so how about you tell me yours." "Marianne." She rolled her eyes, but I found it quite cute she was a little embarrassed. "What if you don't like me in two months?" She asked and I winced inside myself knowing I should have seen that coming. "Honey... I have been trying to learn your name for 6 months. I see you every day. I see how you treat your staff. I see you without makeup, I have seen you with makeup. I now have seen you in sweats, and in leggings and in jeans. Maybe in two months I find out that I don't like the way your floss your teeth or leave your hair in my comb... but that is something we can work through."

Sydney spent most of her time trying to make her marriage work. She was a famous model. Everyone thought her marriage was as fabulous as her looking. On the contrary, no matter how much efforts she paid, her husband never stopped embarrassing her in public, showing her a cold face and pushing her away, but not even once did Sydney wanna give up. Until one day, she realized her husband had a mistress, a woman she met everyday but Sydney never thought she's her husband's mistress...

I sassed and got out of his grip ready to move out of the room when he pulled me by my elbow and the next second I was pushed on the visitor's chair. He trapped me completely by keeping his palms on the arms of the chair. I'm not lying, I swear at that moment I felt as if he did a magic spell not allowing air to go into my lungs. "I tried to tell you patiently.", I scoffed at his words. Patience and he don't go in a single f*cking sentence. He gripped my chin making me look into his eyes."Now listen carefully Miss, I want you for Kia as her babysitter. Tell me how much you'll take and we can seal the deal." This time it was me who blinked once, twice and thrice. "But I don't want to work for you." See the reason was absolutely clear. I liked the kid since the moment I met her but I hated this man since the moment I gazed into his eyes. I would have been more than glad to take care of her only if she was not related to Mr Arnold. "How much?" I frowned."You really think your money can make everyone dance on your tips?" "1200 dollars a week." I rolled my eyes making him lean towards me." 1500?" "Make it 15000 and still I won't work for you.", I retorted and pushed him. I walked to the door and gave him one glance."Next time when you talk to me, make sure you keep all your richness aside. That's one thing that I never want to see you again, you self-centred CEO." "We shall see." *** Fiesty but broken. Brave but lonely. Passionate but sensitive. That's Arielle Summers. For everyone, Money, Assets and happiness may be supreme but to her, self-respect is prime. Cold and reckless. Commanding and ruthless. Calculative and emotionless. That's Nicolas Arnold. For him, everything starts with money and ends with power because he believes Wealth is Power. Two worlds, absolutely opposite. What will happen when they clash?