*** 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.
His mind just would not let him rest. It was already late, but shutting his eyes was the last thing his body wished to do.
He squinted his eyes, feeling the strain of working on his computer. Then, he removed his glasses, wanting to relax for a few minutes.
"I need a drink." King Lance finally concluded, thinking he had had enough of working for tonight. Besides, it was useless when he was hardly getting any job done.
He usually never recourse to alcohol, but tonight was an exception. He just wanted to sleep without all his thoughts jumbling inside his head.
He knew he had to decide soon, but being King seemed easier than simply being himself. Negotiating for the Kingdom, settling disputes among his people, and trying to be the father of the Nation seemed far less complicated than his life.
"But whoever said having all this title would make life easier was lying." In his opinion, the more power a person possesses, the more challenging life becomes.