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

“Yup! I was, and I wasn’t,” he repeats cryptically after the nurse and I look at him. He is grinning, but his voice is strained. I let out an irritated sigh.


I glance at the nurse and ask, “Would you care to explain? How bad is it?” 


“The bullet grazed his bulletproof vest,” she begins, her tone gentle but serious. “He was shot at a very close distance… So it still caused damage.”


I grip Miles’ hand tighter, feeling a knot form in the pit of my stomach. “What kind of damage?” 


Her face softens as she explains. “He has three broken ribs and the bullet also impacted his liver. His liver injury was serious, and he was in the ICU for 24 hours.”


My eyes sting as I swallow hard. “It’s all because of me.”


“No!” They both speak at the same time.


I wring my palms while trying to calm myself. It is dark outside the hospital widow and I glance around to spot the clock. It’s 9:15 pm and I am hungry. I have an IV attached to my arm. How’s Dad? Didn’t he come to see me?


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