Henry_Raggins

COMPLETED!!!

-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

"Good" I affirmed with a genuine smile.

I had won and she didn't even know. She had no idea just how much I had taken from her. I wonder what will be the price tag for a dream, a dream such as hers which I had duped her of?

I was going to pay her accordingly as the contract stipulated, while sending the allocated percentage to her greedy stepmother, that way, she won't suspect a thing.

Oh! the look on her face when she realizes that there was a loophole in the contract all along, that I never intended to grant her her brand, that look will be glorious. Totally worth putting up with her ass for however long, hopefully it will be less than 6 months.

I watched her take another look at the corner I had told her she would set up her desk. She scowled at it.

"You can stop killing your cells, it's over" I said.

"What?" She asked, not taking her eyes off the corner.

RICHARD