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

“It’s our wedding video…” He says, and my heart drops to the pit of my stomach.


“It’ll be fun to look back,” he adds.


But I don’t feel that way. I don’t remember our wedding or if I was happy. I don’t remember the trail of events that led to that decision. Was it a desperate move made by me?


I remember nothing. Around those days, I felt a deep sense of shame and disgust for my appearance. I was fresh out of a breakup. My memories are not nice. I don’t know who the witness was. Were there any guests? They must have been judging me for being fat.. Miles must have looked stunning. People must have thought we were an odd couple.


I don’t want to watch the video because I am afraid I might harm this relationship with my insecurities even before it starts.


Caleb’s words have scarred me for years and I can still feel the pinch sometimes. 


Chapter 67 Talk-Talk-Talking.