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

Having breakfast at Dom’s club lounge was a good idea. Surprisingly, I met some people who could give me a potential investment opportunity. We had decent conversations and shared contact information. Some people were eyeing me. I assume it was odd to share information at a kinky club. I don’t know. But I didn’t care.


I have been contemplating a lot and have decided to make some investments in California before I head back to New York. I will contact my consultant before making a final decision, but it doesn’t hurt to explore on my own.


Right now, my funds from M are split into high yield mutual funds and a savings account, respectively. I asked him what the source of the money was.


He was cocky at first but told me eventually. “It’s a trust fund money I couldn’t access if I was single.”


“Loopholes.” I teased him and he chuckled.


Chapter 43 PI Report