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 make my way towards the beach. It’s a full moon and everything looks brighter. A little spooky even. I love this moment right now. I will join everyone on the trek to the falls. There is no point in hiding in my room. If a walk to the beach is so refreshening, I can only imagine how wonderful the walk through the forest would be.


I walk through a dense passage of trees. That’s when I hear a shuffling of leaves behind me. The hair on the back of my neck rises. Is someone following me? This is a private property. It’s highly unlikely that some intruder has made his way inside. The thought doesn’t assure me. I fasten my pace so I am not obscured by trees anymore. I hear heavy footsteps to match mine. Someone grabs me from behind and pulls me into the trees.


“Where do you think you are going?“ He growls.


He presses his palm on my mouth to smother my voice and says, ”It’s me!”


“Caleb?” I say as he pulls his hand away.


Chapter 47 Caleb