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-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

But this… this was too much even for her.

In the space of four days, my life has totally shifted. Or was it three days, wait, is it five?

I don't even know anymore. But each day I find myself entangled in things that I know won't end well. The very thread of my life that has once run singularly after I lost my parents, now weave around others.

Richard. Cole. Harry. Anna. Erica. And now, Hermosa, or should I say, Cole's mother.

One might wonder why I said my life was spinning on a single thread when there was Alicia, her daughters, Felix and Charlie. But these people weren't really connected to my life. They are a part of my life, a part that I don't really take seriously.

Perhaps that doesn't make sense, but these people aren't really connected to my life, my thread of life doesn't really weave around them. At least not anymore.

SOFIA