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

Call disconnects and Caleb pulls the pair of tweezer twisting the skin on my waist away. I sob and pain spreads across my body. My whole body is hurting with toe curling pain and he is enjoying torturing me.


I am afraid. So God damn afraid. Afraid of what he will do while Miles takes his time to come here. I am also afraid of what he will do if Miles reaches here, unprepared. Will he attack him? Injure him? Take him hostage?


I don’t remember being this afraid in my life before. I also feel guilty. My mind was foggy with pain and I could not process anything. To save myself, I invited Miles into a wolf’s den.


Chapter 77 Torture