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 rise, her expression and her motions lacking the enthusiasm I felt.

You would think she would feel ecstatic. Here I was offering her fame, respect, a chance to learn from the very best, a position like no other in Wellington Fashion Headquarters nonetheless, and most importantly… a choice. Something she seems to be seriously lacking recently.

She reached the printer and took the slips as if they were some sort of infectious substance.

Sofia was odd. Weird even. And very hard to read at times, like now. What was wrong? What's with the act? Like what the fuck was it this time?

Of all the reactions I expected from her, this… docile act was the least of them. And worse, I had no clue why she was being so weird. I really wished I could read her, perhaps then I could decipher what was wrong and find a way to curtail it before I make it worse.

RICHARD