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

My heart is racing with excitement and nervousness. I would love to drink a few shots to calm my nerves. But Miles forbade me from drinking over 2 drinks for any event.


His words, “I want you to remember our wedding this time. So no drinks for you until the honeymoon, my doll.”


Oh, Did I mention we have here gathered for a pre-wedding dinner rehearsal?


I take a deep breath as I step into the lavishly decorated dining room. It’s adorned with flowers and soft candlelight.


“You okay?” Lena asks and I turn to her.


“I think so,” I say, glancing at my reflection in the decorative mirror across the room. I have gained some weight. I am still conscious, but Miles seems super into me nowadays… so I guess it’s a win?


I just want to stay stagnant at this weight. It looks good enough.


“Like a perfect bride,” she whispers into my ear.


Chapter 81 Pre wedding dinner.