The Royal Arrangement
*** 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.
Chapter 113
Earlier that day.
"You what?" The Count abruptly shouted, slightly bewildered but what he had heard, wondering if he understood his grandson completely.
He accidentally spilled the hot tea in his hands, dribbling it on the floor. Quickly, he put the tea on the table, grabbing the cloth beside him to wipe his hands before his skin got burned.
Then, Wesley took another cloth from the table and dabbed it on the wet floor, cleaning the spill he had created. When the commotion settled, he returned his attention to the man sitting opposite him on the couch in his bedroom, quietly contemplating.
"You did what?" He repeated, looking for clarification. It was such a farfetched idea that he would never think his grandson would ever be able to conceive.
Last night, before he went to sleep, he had already decided not to push his grandson on Luisa, believing that he might be forcing the young girl into a bad situation.