Now listen, Shay. You have to promise me. No more being depressed, okay? It's my birthday. The least you can do is act like you're having fun." Chelsea pushes me through the entrance of the chic Beverly Hills hotel bar, her hand on my elbow and her head tilted toward me. Jen and Angel are ahead of us. The three are dressed to the nines, with stiletto heels, colorful clothes and teased hair. They look fantastic. A flock of flamingos looking for single men. I'm the crow of the group, all in black and with a sense of humor to match. I'm only here because we're celebrating Chelsea's birthday. If it were up to me, I would be at home, in bed, with the covers pulled over my head. The things we do for our friends. "I'm having fun," I lie happily. "That club we just left was so fun." She squeezes my elbow. "Maybe you should say that to your face. That smile is tragic. Stop thinking about the idiot. Hearing the nickname she gave my ex, I shudder. "Please don't call him that." "He deserves to be called much worse. Stop defending him. And every time you miss him, remember there are plenty of fish in the sea." "Do you know what else is in abundance in the sea? Trash." "Listen, the only way to get over a man is to get over a new one. That will fix things. "I need a new man like I need a cockroach infestation." She cackles in disapproval. "Don't let one bad apple turn you away from the whole apple tree. You'll find Mr. Right eventually. In the meantime, let's find Mr. Well Endowed so you can let off some steam. We follow Jen and Angel, entering the lounge. Outside, it's a typical Los Angeles summer night, the air balmy, the palm trees swaying and the stars twinkling, but here it's cool and dark. All of the city's upscale hotel bars have the same intimate, night-lit atmosphere. candles. It's as perfect for a negotiation meeting between studio executives as it is for a couple of married lovers to have a cocktail before retiring to their room. What's different about this place – and the reason Chelsea chose it – is that has a reputation for being the hangout for the richest men in town. If I've heard it from her once, I've heard it a thousand times: "It's just as easy to fall in love with a rich man as it is with a poor one." She might be looking for love , but I'm looking for peace of mind. My ex was hell for my sanity. I look back at the dark-haired man in the booth against the wall. He's still looking at me. The hunger in his gaze makes my heart beat faster. When he licks his full lips, a small shiver of desire runs through my body. But I look away and flip my hair over my shoulder. The last thing I need right now is the attention of a hot stranger who seems to be the cause of many women's therapy bills. I already have my own demons to deal with. I don't need another one. Cole he brunette is interesting. T Not because she's pretty, although she is. But there are a million beautiful girls in this city. Los Angeles is known for its beautiful women. What makes her interesting is the way she behaves.
over her soul. Fascinated by the contradiction, I can't look away. Dressed in a black skirt, black blouse and black heels, she parades through the entrance of the bar with three other women. Her companions are wearing brightly colored dresses, laughing and talking as they enter, but the brunette is silent. She scans the room, assessing the place and the people in it. Her smile is small and cold, as if she's already bored. She catches me looking at her, but quickly looks away. When she looks back again, I look straight at her and lick my lips. She raises her eyebrows.
Then she flips her hair over her shoulder, lifts her chin and looks away, dismissing me. Smart girl. She knows a monster when she sees one. Shay "Wouldn't it be amazing if this existed in real life? An eight-foot-tall blue alien with two huge dicks who is totally obsessed with me? Yes please!" Angel laughs and takes another sip of her margarita. "Only if he's also a billionaire," Chelsea says, laughing into her martini. Jen shakes her head in disbelief. "You guys and your monstrous books. I just don't understand the appeal." Angel snorts. "Excuse me, Judgy McJudgerson, but you're in no position to be snobbish about other people's literary choices. May I remind you that your favorite TV show is a cartoon? Jen rolls her eyes." First of all, monster smut is not literature. Second of all, BoJack Horseman is one of the most brilliant..." "Dark comedies ever written, blah, blah, blah, yes, you've told us a thousand times," Angel cuts in. "It's still a cartoon." The argument continues, but I've already hung up. The four of us are sitting at a round table in the middle of the room. We are surrounded by beautiful people on all sides. The couple at the table behind me is discussing Tahoe or Tulum over their next vacation spot . Two young models pass by, taking selfies as they go. Customers jostle for position at the bar, trying to catch the eye of the handsome bartender who I recognize as an extra from the television series Succession . And sitting at the only table next to the bar, the stranger with the hair The dark men are still looking at me. It's strange how such a handsome man can give off such an unpleasant vibe. He's a black hole there, extinguishing all the light around him. It seems like he would refuse to smile even if someone put a loaded gun in in his head and order him to do it. He's probably thinking the same thing about me. Chelsea sighs. "Shay, seriously! Stop frowning. This is scaring all the hot guys." "Not all of them," Angel observes, looking toward Mr. Dark and Stormy. Chelsea turns in her seat and squints. "Who, that guy in the booth?" "Yes. He's been fucking Shay since we got here. I chide, "Chelsea, for God's sake, don't look at him." "Why the hell not? He's fine." She sends him a wide smile. The look he sends her back is so icy it could break a stone. With a low whistle, she turns to us. "Wow. Ten for face, zero for personality." "Maybe his dog died," says Angel. Chelsea looks at me and jokingly suggests, "Maybe you should go over there and cheer him up." "Very funny." "It wasn't a joke." "Give me one good reason why I would like to talk to that man." "Because it's my birthday and I want you to do it." She smiles and takes another sip of her drink. My heart sinks. She always smiles like that when she's about to dig in her heels. The last thing I want right now is to be on the wrong side of her stubbornness. "He does not want to talk to me." "I bet his dick does that." "If his dick has the same personality as its owner, I'm not interested." "Give it a break, girl. No one is asking you to marry him. Just go there and talk to him! "So I can be publicly humiliated when he throws his drink in my face and tells me to get lost? No thanks." "I bet you a hundred dollars he doesn't throw his drink in his face." "No." "Please?" "No." "Please?" "No." "Come on. If you don't do it for yourself, do it for me." "This is blackmail." She widens her eyes innocently. "Remind me again whose birthday it is?" When I make a sour face but don't respond, she's going to kill me. Leaning forward, she smiles. "If you go talk to that guy, I promise I'll stop calling Chet an idiot. In fact, I will never say anything mean about him again." I pause to examine her expression. She looks serious, but Chelsea is slippery. She will conveniently forget this conversation in the morning if it suits her. "Okay, you're on. But you have to record yourself saying it and send it to the group text." "Why?" "Permanent evidence. If you break the agreement, you will have to buy me, Jen and Angel new iPhones." Jen and Angel scream with laughter, but Chelsea's eyes widen in horror. "What?" My smile is relentless. "Deal or no deal, birthday boy?" "That's about three thousand!" Knowing she'll agree eventually, and sooner if I act like I don't care, I shrug and take a sip of my whiskey. Displeased, she snorts. "Okay, fine. You're connected. But you have to stay there and talk to him for at least ten minutes." I look his way. He looks at me, his gaze intense and unwavering. Storm clouds roil over his head. The idea of ​​addressing all that negative energy and trying to start a conversation is scary, but if it makes Chelsea stop with your smear campaign against my ex, it's worth it. I've been putting up with this for three months and I'm tired. "I'll try, but I can't guarantee anything. It seems like he bites. Angel laughs. "If you're lucky, he does." "Okay, you win. Here goes nothing." I sigh heavily and drink the rest of my whiskey. Rising from my chair, I smooth my skirt with my damp palms, then walk across the room with my chin high and my shoulders square, feigning a confidence I don't feel. Dark and Stormy watches me approach with all the heat of a hired assassin. The moment I stop next to his desk, I decide to tell him the truth instead of a cute opening line. In my current state of mind, I doubt I could come up with one anyway. "Hello. I don't want to be here. He looks me up and down, his gaze slowly traveling down my figure. After a moment, he says in a hostile tone, "But here you are." We stare at each other in a silent strangely tense, as if we're both waiting for the other to say something and we think whatever it is, it's going to be horrible. Finally, I say, "It's my girlfriend's birthday." A crease forms between her dark eyebrows. "I don't understand the connection between that and you standing there." "She promised me she would stop talking bad about my ex if I would talk to you." He thinks about it for a moment. "This is blackmail." "When it comes to Chelsea getting what she wants, all means of coercion are in play." He looks past me. "Which one is Chelsea?" "The blonde." "She seems harm
life of deprivation. This is how I lived most of my existence. Everything was always missing. Food, clothes, money. There was also a lack of affection, family and love. A life without any relatives around. A childhood and adolescence in an orphanage. And growing up in a place like this is not easy. Waiting for parents who never showed up, seeing other kids having better luck than mine. And the more I grew, the more distant the dream of adoption became, the more distant any possibility became for me. Over time, the expectation of waiting passed. Over time, seeing other children get a new start didn't hurt me as much. I arrived at that place already far from the age that families were looking for. Rebel, undisciplined and this only made my situation even more difficult. I soon entered adolescence and I couldn't be more difficult, more indomitable. I didn't like those who worked there, the other orphans, or myself. Orphan. The word reminds me of everything, it reminds me that I have no one in the world. Perhaps I never had a father, perhaps my progenitor never knew of my existence. Brothers, fortunately the irresponsible woman who brought me into the world did not have the opportunity to give birth, as she died of an overdose even though she had a hungry child crying while taking drugs. Flashes of that night insist on occupying my mind. They remind me how weak she was, how incapable she was of fighting for us. To fight for a better life for myself. Even a life for yourself. And it shaped the wild child I was, the indomitable adult I am. I know I wasn't and I'm not the best person in the world, but there's something I can be proud of: being astute. I discovered very early on that I didn't want a life of so many deprivations. Discovering that I could use my intelligence, outside of the average, to achieve better expectations for my future. And it was in a lecture, among many that were given to institutionalized people, that I discovered that the type of life I would lead would depend on me. I discovered that I didn't want anything like what I had, that I wanted to build a victorious future. “Focus on your potential.” I heard this phrase, I understood what she meant. I repeated it in my mind over and over again. I realized that I didn't have any choice about my past and present, but if it were up to me, my future would be very different from everything I had experienced up until that moment. Potentiality. Mathematics. Numbers. A facility capable of leaving all teachers astounded. Able to make me stand out in the economics course. Among contemporary students, among perhaps all those who passed through there. After turning 18 we were invited to discover the world outside those walls, we were forced to be on our own. I was already in my first semester of college when I came of age. I was already able to attract attention with my grades. And before he even had to walk through the doors of the orphanage for the last time, he already had a mentor. Antônio realized that perhaps taking me to work with him would bring many advantages, even if he tried to make me think it was because he had a good heart, that he wanted to help me. I pretended to believe him because he needed an income, he needed money if he didn't want to end up on the street, under the viaduct. But he didn't just want that. I didn't want much. I wanted the world. I knew I had the potential to do this, but to do so I needed to seize any possibility that came my way. So I was hired to work at his financial consultancy company and I was happy to work in a medium-sized company, owned by a prominent academic professor, well sought after in the financial market
billionaire heir who is also the owner of her heart, but destiny has already decided that they need to continue that love story, and when they are face to face again, the long-dormant feeling returns to the surface with all its overwhelming force. A Contract with a Billionaire will tell the story of Bárbara Alves, a tourism professional who has just won an award, and Brian Hamilton Smith, a billionaire CEO at the head of a family business, in a reunion years after separating. Attention. This story is derived from the novel CEO's: The Dispute. So, wait to see a little more of Carolina and Samuel. Get ready to laugh and be moved by the beautiful story of these two. A thousand kisses and a great read. Carla Arine It was too perfect to be real. He was all cute, shy, and knew how to make a wonderful dinner... he had to have a flaw. I'm glad I found out in time, it would have been worse if we had made a public commitment or perhaps a marriage. Yes. Only Carol knew, and fuck if that other foreigner had knowledge. — It’s here, lady — the Uber driver tells me. I open the car door and head straight to my house. Today had everything to be a memorable night. It was Carolina's final test against Samuel, and it would clearly be tense. We still don't know who the next CEO will be, but the most surprising revelation of all had already happened and I still couldn't believe it: that Brian Smith, Samuel Wilson and his uncle, Oscar Wilson, came to Brazil with the most sordid plan of all. I can't deny that I was also enchanted by foreigners, but my best friend really fell in love, even with all the madness of hating and loving her biggest opponent. But now we know why this is all. A bid. They used the lucky foreigner's power of seduction to win over my friend and were celebrating the result, taking her out of the running. What they didn't expect was that Carol would put on a show in a jump. — Fuck them! — I exclaimed, in the bathroom looking at my white face in the mirror. My eyes are already red from trying so hard to avoid the tears that want to flow. Crap! Who would have thought the night would end like this? When I left, I was sure I would spend the night in Brian's arms, in a motel or in his apartment. I had even chosen some sexy lingerie, but now, just thinking about the unfortunate thing, I want to... argh. I go back to the room and grab one of the two beers I brought from the event from my bag, trying to console myself for having fallen in love with the wrong guy. I can not believe. Another liar to my list of disappointments. Again I go to sleep alone reflecting on my mistakes. Unemployed and with a Tourism college tuition that costs almost a kidney to pay
impulsive. She had her plan mapped out, it was so simple: Finish college and get rid of her toxic father, Judge Carter. Everyone looked at her and saw her as daddy's princess. They just couldn't imagine what she had to go through to be the perfect daughter he so longed for. Everything was going well, even him. Aaron Seed. Since the day their destinies crossed, she imagined that everything would fall apart around her, she just didn't know if in a good or bad way. Aaron Seed After the death of his mother, he is forced, due to circumstances, to go live with Hanry, his father. Because he can no longer handle Aaron's rebellions, Hanry sends him to the Seed University dorm. Everything was going well, until the day he bumped into a girl. But she wasn't just any girl, she was totally different from the others. The intensity of her eyes attracted him, as he knew the darkness in them, and this only made him more curious to know who she was. However, unlike the others, the mysterious girl clearly said that she didn't want to have a relationship with anyone, especially someone like him. This only gave him reason to want to make her life a living hell, showing that, like the others, she was not immune to him. Something unexpected happens amid provocations, intimidation, discoveries and sexual tension. Aaron and Cadence find themselves completely lost in a feeling neither of them have ever had. Love. "Living life has never been so tempting and scary at the same time." Toxic Bad Boys Bad Boy Cruel Series - book I The other books in the series are completely independent, although some characters may appear throughout the stories. There will be a total of 4 books. Attention! This is a bully romance, you will find an enemies to lovers, and a relationship that is not healthy. It can cause discomfort for some people, as they approach them through provocation and intimidation. As the name suggests, there will be bullying. The author does not support this type of behavior. "IF YOU DON'T LIKE THIS TYPE OF ROMANCE, DON'T READ IT!" WE WILL ALSO HAVE TRIGGER OF: Drug addiction, scenes of physical abuse, profanity, descriptive sex, dubious attitudes, illicit and legal drugs, bullying, psychological aggression, toxic parental relationship, maternal and paternal abandonment, relationships that may appear abusive and that can cause triggers. Work intended for people over 18 years of age. Welcome! This book will be a little different from the previous ones, I ask that everyone who reads it, keep an open mind to understand that everything that happens is not tolerable. We will have some themes that may become triggers for some, and that is why I ask you to read the NOTICE that was left. Again, DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T FEEL COMFORTABLE. This will be my first Bully Romance and I hope to meet the expectations of all of you readers. I just have to thank you, for all your strength and motivation, and that's why I dedicate this book to you, my reader who always follows my growth, and to you who were interested in the story
Everyone looked at her and saw her as daddy's princess. They just couldn't imagine what she had to go through to be the perfect daughter he so longed for. Everything was going well, even him. Aaron Seed. Since the day their destinies crossed, she imagined that everything would fall apart around her, she just didn't know if in a good or bad way. Aaron Seed After the death of his mother, he is forced, due to circumstances, to go live with Hanry, his father. Because he can no longer handle Aaron's rebellions, Hanry sends him to the Seed University dorm. Everything was going well, until the day he bumped into a girl. But she wasn't just any girl, she was totally different from the others. The intensity of her eyes attracted him, as he knew the darkness in them, and this only made him more curious to know who she was. However, unlike the others, the mysterious girl clearly said that she didn't want to have a relationship with anyone, especially someone like him. This only gave him reason to want to make her life a living hell, showing that, like the others, she was not immune to him. Something unexpected happens amid provocations, intimidation, discoveries and sexual tension. Aaron and Cadence find themselves completely lost in a feeling neither of them have ever had. Love. "Living life has never been so tempting and scary at the same time." Toxic Bad Boys Bad Boy Cruel Series - book I The other books in the series are completely independent, although some characters may appear throughout the stories. There will be a total of 4 books. Attention! This is a bully romance, you will find an enemies to lovers, and a relationship that is not healthy. It can cause discomfort for some people, as they approach them through provocation and intimidation. As the name suggests, there will be bullying. The author does not support this type of behavior. "IF YOU DON'T LIKE THIS TYPE OF ROMANCE, DON'T READ IT!" WE WILL ALSO HAVE TRIGGER OF: Drug addiction, scenes of physical abuse, profanity, descriptive sex, dubious attitudes, illicit and legal drugs, bullying, psychological aggression, toxic parental relationship, maternal and paternal abandonment, relationships that may appear abusive and that can cause triggers. Work intended for people over 18 years of age. Welcome! This book will be a little different from the previous ones, I ask that everyone who reads it, keep an open mind to understand that everything that happens is not tolerable. We will have some themes that may become triggers for some, and that is why I ask you to read the NOTICE that was left. Again, DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T FEEL COMFORTABLE. This will be my first Bully Romance and I hope to meet the expectations of all of you readers. I just have to thank you, for all your strength and motivation, and that's why I dedicate this book to you, my reader who always follows my growth, and to you who were interested in the story. Welcome if this is your first contact with any of my work! We will learn the story of Aaron Seed and Cadence Archeron.
ENEMIES TO LOVERS – AGE GAP (10 YEARS) – FORCED COEXISTENCE – PCD REPRESENTATIVITY – HOT SCENES “She didn’t represent anything he wanted, but she was everything he obsessively desired.” Michael Swartz is the richest banker in the country. A handsome, seductive, intelligent and well-connected man. At 33 years old, he has immeasurable wealth, high prestige and numerous women. Until a twist hits him like a wind hitting a house of cards. Counting on the help of the only woman who seems immune to his charm, Michael will need to adapt to the new reality or, otherwise, succumb to it. "My Arrogant Banker" is an intense adult romance, with explicit hot scenes. Indicative rating: 18 years old. PROLOGUE - "A Small Final Affront" MICHAEL SWARTZ The pungent smell of candles mixed with the cloying perfume of flowers grew more unpleasant by the minute. It was almost unbearable, and I couldn't wait to leave. But it had a good side. In the background, a soft voice filled the room, chanting "Insensatez" to my complete delight. I had handpicked the soundtrack for the wake. He hated Bossa Nova because he considered the style "too popular". That was the fun... That room playing only Tom Jobim, João Gilberto and Toquinho was a small final affront. Oh, why were you so weak? So heartless? Ah, my heart, whoever has never loved Does not deserve to be loved — My condolences. — Thank you — I replied for the hundredth time. Or thousandth? I lost count of how many times the simple dialogue was repeated that gray afternoon, with one variation or another. - My feelings. - Thanks. — Your father was a good man. Worthy. Exemplary. - Thanks. My mother had left many years before, causing everyone to come directly to me to offer condolences. The eldest son of the late banker Abraão Swartz. The luxurious coffin hovered like a tourist attraction in the adjacent hall, with hundreds of crestfallen people passing by it, amid prayers, laments and tears. And me? I didn't feel anything. Absolutely nothing. A huge emptiness ravaged my chest as I tried to search my memory for any memory that would live up to the "good", "worthy" and "exemplary" praise. —Thirty-three years, the age of Christ. What's it like to be the richest and youngest banker in the country? — Gabriel stopped next to me, an almost imperceptible smile on my twin's lips. Like me, Gab didn't care about the family's Judaism. “I haven't stopped to think about it yet,” I replied, smoothing my black suit, expelling any imaginary dust from the expensive fabric. — How not? Damn, Michael... Now that the old man is finally dead, the Swartz Bank is in his hands,” he whispered, nudging me with his elbow. Like me, Gab didn't give a damn about the dead man in the next room. Unlike us, our cousins ​​were tearful on one of the leather sofas, heads down, looking genuinely saddened by my father's death. I wouldn't judge them. The other Swartz did not receive the same "warm" attention that Abraham gave his children. In fact, few people knew about the cruel treatment given to Gab and, in particular, to me, throughout my childhood and adolescence. The firstborn. How I hated the word... "The old man is finally dead." Gabriel's sentence resonated like an echo, pulling me out of that pit of indifference and torpor, spreading waves of heat through my insides. Slow and sneaky like venomous snakes. — Cheer up... — insisted Gab. — Besides the position and the money, there’s one more reason to celebrate, brother
serving as an escape valve from this world that has become increasingly crazy. I'm currently writing the Born into the Mafia series, but there are several other stories running around in my head. Stay up to date with the latest news by following me on Instagram: @lunaoliveiraautora Kisses! Important notices! A Babysitter for the Cowboy Triplets is a unique book, a light cliché romance, in which, unlike my Mafia Born series books, the main characters are not involved in any illicit activities. The dramas that you will find in the plot will be linked to a nanny going crazy in order to control three nine-year-old boys, whose mission in life is to scare away all the nannies who approached them, all caused by a complex of maternal emotional abandonment. It's a romantic comedy, very fun, with breathtaking hot scenes. It has erotic content, therefore, it is recommended for people over eighteen years of age. The secondary characters, Jonh and Emily, will get their own book in the future, but I don't have a date for that release yet, as there are still other stories that will be written first. You will see a little bit of Lucrécia, Nando and Natasha from the book Minha Mexicana, because although this book is not part of the mafia universe that I created, all my characters, good citizens or not, live in the same universe in general, meeting between books, occasionally. That's it, I hope you enjoy reading and fall in love with my cowboy. Kisses! Synopsis Clara Mancini is Brazilian, the youngest of ten siblings, and a veterinary medicine student. She gets an exchange scholarship to study in Austin, Texas, and moves there. During the summer holidays, needing a temporary job to pay her bills, she ends up offering to be a nanny for three little pests, children of the cowboy, owner of Fazenda Olhos D'água. Sam Mackenzie needed a nanny to take care of his three sons, Jason, Jacob and Joshua, and when the agency's last nanny runs out of his farm after the boys stuck gum in her hair, Clara presents herself as the solution. of your problems, at least during the summer holidays. The triplets don't make it easy for Clara, but what they didn't expect is that at the trick school they studied, Clara had already been expelled for knowing too much. Between one prank and another, in this delicious romantic comedy, Clara wins not only the hearts of the triplets, but also the heart of the cowboy
After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.
To exact revenge on her treacherous fiancé, Yvonne enticed Clayton into a liaison that promised advantages for both. Yet, when Yvonne spotted a woman resembling her at Clayton’s side, she recognized she was nothing more than a substitute. Discovering Clayton’s upcoming wedding, she departed with a generous severance sum. “Clayton, this is truly the end,” she declared resolutely. On the very day Yvonne was set to marry someone else, Clayton showed up, desperation clear in his eyes as he dropped to his knees. “Yvonne, please, don’t go through with it. Don’t marry him.”
Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?
I pressed my lips against his and stole his sweet, savory taste, not ready to end the sweet moment. I licked my lips seductively and whispered. "Despite your age, I love you." Sarah was obsessed with the man of her dreams, despite knowing that their love was forbidden and would be disapproved by her father and others. She held onto the many beautiful dreams she had of being with him, wishing for them to come true. She found herself in love with her father's best friend, a very handsome man who had been rejected by his wife. Her desire was to show him what true love really meant. When her father received a job transfer,Sarah saw it as a perfect opportunity to be with him. The situation improved even more when she realized they would be living under the same roof.
"You're my wife in name only, on paper only. My heart and love will never be yours." Edward made it clear to Daisy that she was nothing to him. They were both victims of family greed -- the marriage was arranged for them. Six years passed. She remained quiet, gaining a reputation in the army as a tough-as-nails colonel. When she walked into his life again, Edward fell in love with this woman, unlike any he had known. She surprised and delighted him. But will Daisy take him back? Can their son keep them together? Can the rift between them be healed? Pick this one up and find out!
She doesn't remember getting married. Why? Sophia went to Las Vegas only to drink her pain away. Little did she imagine, she would end up becoming someone's wife. But who’s the lucky guy? Who knows? Even she doesn't remember. She was fucking intoxicated! All she has is a marriage contract with an expiry date and a bank balance big enough to pop her eyes out. Contractual terms: 1. Do not marry anyone else unless I permit you. 2. Try not to whore around. Your mother-in-law wouldn't be happy. 3. If I request a live-in relationship. You have to comply. 4. Sex is optional. 5. Contract Termination? Sorry Honey... In my family, couples don’t divorce. PS: I was kidding. Let's catch-up after three years to end this shit and get more money. If there are rules against having sex while drunk, there should be rules against getting married while drunk too. Because THIS isn't fair!