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’m in the kitchen, surrounded by the fragrant smell of spices and the sizzling of the pan on the stove. Sophia and Alfred have just arrived.


After meeting him this noon, I went back to the office to wrap up my work while Sophia packed her stuff.


I am a little nervous. I don’t know what happened, but I suddenly felt a bundle of affection when I saw Sophia getting scolded like a little girl. 


I couldn’t let her take the heat alone.


She pulled me into her room and asked, “Are you out of your mind?”


She eyed me for a moment and poked a finger into my chest. “OK. But we will live in different rooms. I cannot afford that you start hating me because I took away your privacy.”


I gave it a thought. “Alright. You certainly know more than me about relationships.”


She grimaced. “Only failed relationships….”


Chapter 66 Dinner