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

Agony envelops my senses as searing pain makes itself known. The metallic scent of blood fills the air.


I knew bullet-proof vests do little against assault rifles. My body goes limp in pain. A chaos is unfolding around me and I’m unable to comprehend what is happening. One would think it’s impossible to focus on something else in a situation like this.


But all I can remember is… I never introduced Sophia to my mom. I cannot die before doing that. None of us can die.


A soft palm grabs my hand, and I look up. My sight is blurred, but I know it’s her. I strain to focus on her face. Her eyes are full of fear. I want to make her smile.


She shouldn't get hurt. That's when I realize I am on my stomach and she is far from safe. I push myself up to cover her with my body.


The harsh crack of gunfire echoes through the air, followed by a sharp voice, “Target is down.”


Chapter 79 Aftermath .