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

Something is up with Sophie. I don’t know what it is. I acted surprised when I saw Raylan, and he tagged along. Thank goodness for that. I hope she bought it. I am so tired that I have no energy to figure out the ifs and buts.


I was supposed to go to sleep two hours ago. Not that I would have. But whatever. I want to slump into a cozy and comfortable mattress beneath me..


Sophia has gone to the bathroom to change and freshen up. I slump in the middle of the bed on my stomach.


“What do you think you are doing?” Sophia comes out of the closet after changing and asks.


“And where would I sleep then?” I ask her.


She has removed the light makeup she was wearing. I think this is the first time I am seeing her without any makeup. I cannot help but notice tiny dust of freckles spread across her nose and cheeks. And those lips… .


Chapter 51 The Night