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 am escorted to a room with a large glass window. Five men stand on the other side, their faces obscured by the reflection of the sterile white room I am in. My heart races as the reality finally sets in. I am here to identify my attacker.


I approach the glass hesitantly, my hands shaking. My memory is hazy, and it seems like a lifetime ago. I was told it usually happens after a traumatic event. I am worried because I struggle to recall the face of the man who attacked me in the dark parking lot. What if I don’t recognize him?


Miles stands just behind me. So it feels comforting.


At first glance, I don’t recognize anyone.


“One at a time,” Miles mutters, and I nod.


I close my eyes and take a breath. I look at the first man, but he is not familiar. The second man evokes no recognition either. An overwhelming feeling creeps on me when I try to focus on the third. A flash of memory hits me like a bolt of lightning.


Chapter 65 No Going Back