*** This story will be temporarily on hold. I am sorry to my readers if I can't continue to write this at the moment. I plan to finish The Royal Contract first this month before continuing to write this one. Again, I am asking for your understanding. Due to financial reasons, I need to write a new book for now. A Contract to Marry the Cold-hearted CEO I hope you will give it a try. Thanks again for reading my stories. *** Little girls dreamed of sparkling tiaras and fancy gowns. Little boys wanted to drive fast cars. Well, could she have both? And the father she had never met as a bonus. Luisa was the spunky, street-smart girl next door that wanted her life to have meaning. She lived her life like she was not exceptional except when she was behind the wheel, racing for the finish line. But was that all she wanted? One day, a man dressed up in an impeccable suit came up to her and told her she was a princess, heir to the throne. Insane, right? He was a prince and a successful tycoon who almost had everything except one thing. He wanted the crown. But he had no birthright to rule the Kingdom. Until he discovered there was another way for him to become King. However, he had to agree to the conditions and convince his future Queen of his plans. Easy, right? Would an arrangement be the solution to what they both desire? Would Luisa submit to what Liam proposed? Or would they get more than what they bargained for in the end? Note: This story is related to the Royal Contract book. Still, it is a standalone story. There is no need to read the other book to understand it. [Warning: Mature steamy content, slight violence (in the later chapters), and some inappropriate language] COVER PHOTO - Credit to the owner.
Damnit!
Receiving a phone call at the break of dawn was not the way he wished to wake up that morning. He intended to ignore it and return to sleep but changed his mind. It could be urgent, from a company collapsing to a relative dying.
He knew he had no choice as his hand felt for the offending machine that would ruin his peaceful morning. He knew any calls made this early could not be anything but bad news.
He just hoped it did not need a body bag or a coffin, remembering that early morning when he received the news about his grandmother's death.
He wished he could have been there for her. It was unfortunate that she was on vacation. But he was glad she died with people who loved her just like him, with family.
"Evan, aren't you answering that?" A groggy, sleepy voice beside him snapped him slightly awake.
He quickly looked at her, eyes still closed, but he could see her nose scrunched up, bothered by the noise his phone was creating around the quiet room.