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

I had a freaking accident. Can you imagine that?


I didn’t know an airbag deployment would hurt so much. And that seatbelt. Oh My God, that hurt just as bad. I shouldn’t be complaining about it. Both definitely saved my life. I am glad it didn’t break my nose or my collar bone. But it still hurts.


I make my way towards Lena’s room, battered and bruised. An officer was generous enough to give me a lift. I think he was trying to hit on me. Doesn’t matter.


Lena opens the door and exclaims, looking at the warm bandage around my left shoulder. “What happened to you?”


I groan, “Don’t ask! I need a bath. Warm one.”


To soothe my aching body. Lena hastily clears a spot on the bed for me to sit. Her clothes are all over the bed.


“What were you doing?” I ask, while slumping on the bed.


Chapter 44 Accidents happen