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

When I asked Emma to call the candidates for an interview. I hadn’t realized meeting my half sister would sour my mood. The fact that she was completely oblivious that we were blood related didn’t sit well with me either.


I was really curious to meet her. She looked strikingly similar to Noah. I mean, if Noah was a girl and his features were a little feminine. She has dad’s eyes. And I hate her for this. I don’t need a reminder roaming around me all day long of dad’s infidelity.


To sate my curiosity, I asked her where she completed her high school and sure enough; it was the same as Liam’s city and school.


“Fucking great,” I muttered to myself when I figured she was indeed Liam’s ex.


“Excuse me?” She said with a flash of annoyance in her eyes.


Chapter 32 Naughty