*** 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.
He was surprised by the sudden turn of events that was going on under his roof. He was completely unaware of the hostility brewing with Liam toward Luisa.
He thought after what almost happened to them. His grandson would seriously consider his relationship with the young girl. But he was blindsided by what his grandson had done to her earlier. Still, he had to do something to remedy the problem.
Neither wanted to talk unless he initiated a conversation with a question, but both responded with a monosyllable answer. "I gather you enjoy your game." The Count still attempted to salvage the situation as he looked at the young lady on his right side.
At that moment, he watched the two sit silently at the long dining table. Various delicious entrees filled the table, but both seemed buried in their thoughts that they barely touched the food on their plates.