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 wake up to the sound of my own groans and some rummaging  around me. When I open my eyes first thing I notice is Caleb going through my stuff with his back towards me. He has searched through my entire room.


Panic rises, and I try to lift my head off the pillow. That’s when the tight rope tied around my wrists and ankles digging into the skin makes itself known.


“What are you doing?” I ask, but my voice comes out as a low rasp. My back hurts and my muscles are sore. I want to move, but the ropes bite into my skin, holding me in place. My heart races as the reality of the situation sinks in. Caleb has lost his mind.


“You’re a fucking millionaire,” he turns and says casually as he takes a seat on the bed’s corner.


I stay quiet, unable to process. How he got the guts to kidnap me. He should know this will not end well.


Chapter 75 Kidnapped