Henry_Raggins

-WARNING - ADULT AND MATURED SCENES WERE DEPICTED IN THIS BOOK

In the game of love, these two players don't intend to win. 

*Dual POV:*

*Richard Wellington's Story*

Born with a weak heart, billionaire Richard Wellington has always shielded himself from love, fearing the risk of heartbreak. But when his parents insist he chooses a wife from a selection of 15 high-society candidates, Richard must confront his deepest fears.

*Sofia Blake (Reed)'s Story*

Fashion enthusiast Sofia Blake has been burned by love and believes it's a fool's game. Desperate to escape her cruel stepmother and evil stepsisters, Sofia accepts a job as Richard's personal assistant and judge for his wife search. But as she navigates the treacherous waters of high society, Sofia finds herself drawn to the one man she's supposed to resist.

As Richard and Sofia work together, their initial disdain for each other slowly gives way to a forbidden attraction. But with their past heartaches and fears threatening to tear them apart, can they find a way to heal and open their hearts to each other?

Will the Wellington Empire's legacy be secured, or will Richard and Sofia's love be the downfall of everything they hold dear?"

What happens when these two individuals who hate each other and are unreceptive to love, starts growing feelings for each other?

A Wife for the Billionaire

I watched her. From afar, I monitored her movements.

Those days felt like eternity, each day - a long tiring stretch of what I wanted and what I couldn't have.

My nights were even more stretched. I remember always laying awake, reminiscing on the images I had collected of her for the day with my eyes.

The way her brows furrow when she's thinking. That face she makes when she catches me staring. The way her eyes glaze just before she practically runs out of the class. The smear of mayonnaise on the right edge of her lips.

These images were consolation. They made me smile and feel a kinda

They made me ache for her even more. When I eventually closed my eyes to sleep with a smile on my lips - an effect of a memory, she stalks my dreams as well.

I once read that when you miss someone, there's a probability that he/she will appear in your dreams. And Mel did, every night.

RICHARD