She doesn't remember getting married. Why?
Sophia went to Las Vegas only to drink her pain away. Little did she imagine, she would end up becoming someone's wife. But who’s the lucky guy?
Who knows?
Even she doesn't remember. She was fucking intoxicated!
All she has is a marriage contract with an expiry date and a bank balance big enough to pop her eyes out.
Contractual terms:
1. Do not marry anyone else unless I permit you.
2. Try not to whore around. Your mother-in-law wouldn't be happy.
3. If I request a live-in relationship. You have to comply.
4. Sex is optional.
5. Contract Termination? Sorry Honey... In my family, couples don’t divorce.
PS: I was kidding. Let's catch-up after three years to end this shit and get more money.
If there are rules against having sex while drunk, there should be rules against getting married while drunk too.
Because THIS isn't fair!

Playboy's Secret Wife

Oh My fucking God! My head hurts and my mouth tastes just as bad.


That MRI machine— made me puke even more— and Oh God, it was so loud and claustrophobic. Good thing is I only have a mild concussion as I can remember the events, so I will be fine.


I am trying not to think about the incident. My body shivers every time I think about it. How he threatened to ra-e and kill me. Does humanity die inside such people?


Oh Fuck… My head is still pounding. I should try to sleep, but it’s swirling with so many thoughts. I need to rest for two days. No work. Dad was so frantic when he visited me. The nurse didn’t let me talk to him for long. She said I needed rest.


Only if I could shut off my brain right now.


Caleb was here, too. He was shooting glares at My Hot Jerk. Liam or whatever his name is.


I still don’t understand how my whole family left, and Liam is still here. 


Chapter 23 Bed Rest