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 have to admit, I am a little nervous. Which is odd. I’ve been waiting for this moment ever since I opened my eyes at the hospital that morning. I take a deep breath to steady my nerves as I look out at the breathtaking decoration.


A distraction. That’s what I need while I wait for my beautiful bride. This venue is a picturesque garden. Soft sunrays filter through the towering trees and a gentle breeze carries the sweet scent of blossoms. It matches the love I feel for Sophia.


We wanted to give this venue a personal touch. Not something that we would throw money at and get it done. So It’s a small wedding but still it was a feat to achieve in such a short time. And let’s not forget the paparazzi. The way they have been trailing behind us… Only a small wedding would have kept it under the wraps.


Chapter 82 The Big Day