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

It’s past three in the morning and we are at the rockstar Noah Miller’s place. My stupid brother.


“I am so glad you didn’t crash at my house,” I tell him as we enter his living room. This place is messy as hell.


“Nice to see you too, brother, and admit it. You are jealous that you don’t have a boy’s den.”


“I am not a boy.” I tell him and he snorts.


He passes me and hugs Liam. “Long time man!”


Liam chuckles. “Oh well, you are the one who is never around.”


I crash onto his sofa while Liam settles on Noha’s huge bean-bag. I am tired as hell. This has been the hell of a night. I talked to Liam for quite some time and we decided Noah should be informed, too. It would be better if he didn’t figure out the truth from someone else.


“So what is it?” Noah asks while he leans on the counter.


I cock my brow at him. “No drinks, No-nothing. Right straight to the point! Where are your manners, Noah? Where is your southern hospitality?” I take a jibe at him.


Chapter 39 Boy’s Den