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 been over a week since we started officially dating and I have been over the moon. Despite, all the hell that has been happening in my life. I’m happy and content.


Last night dad called and said Nikkie and Caleb want to meet me and settle before the formal pretrial conference.


It’s overall a jarring experience. A few weeks ago, I didn’t even know what it meant.


“Its meeting of the judge and lawyers to review evidence and witnesses, to set a timetable, and to discuss the settlement of the case,” Miles had explained it to me.


Dad said it would be better if I considered it. I didn’t object. Because I know he is struggling too. Uncle Orin told me that dad is considering divorcing Joy. I hate her, but the thought of dad going through divorce made me feel uneasy.


My phone buzzes as I step into the lift. I am at Miles’ office. We selected this spot for the meeting.


Chapter 69 Settlement