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

Tearing my eyes away from the painting, I asked, "What's it called?" walking away, even when it was the last thing I wanted to do.

From behind me, I could still feel the painting calling out to me, my eyes itching for another glance.

"You… you mean the name?" my host stuttered. I was certain my words rang loud and true, so why was she acting dumb?

"What else would I be asking of?" I chided, "every piece has a name, doesn't it or is theirs a radical?" I emphasized by pointing to the supposed artists.

I didn't believe for a second that they painted that. And from the way they were shifting closer to their mother who swallowed nervously, I couldn't be more right.

I just needed the name so that I could look it up, perhaps get to know the real artist and her other works.

"It's called Garden, Sir" Sofia said, just as her stepmom opened her mouth to speak.

RICHARD