The Reluctant Heiress

VALERIE’S POV

“That would be five thousand dollars a night, ma’am,” the receptionist said politely, her voice calm and professional.

My brows immediately furrowed at the price she just mentioned. “Five thousand?” I repeated, my tone edged with disbelief. “Are you sure this place is actually a seven-star hotel? Because the price you’re calling seems a little too cheap for that kind of standard.”