*** 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.
She was back at her workstation, doing what she was supposed to do. But she was failing miserably. She had declined to work on the article about the Royal Wedding, but here she was, digging into the story.
It was not for her but for her daughter. She was not snooping around because of him. However, she would like to know what was the latest since her daughter was on her way closer to what she had searched for these past few months or probably her entire life.
Was she wrong when she agreed to the Count? She could still remember his words. "Let her live her life. Let fate decide."
She hoped she would not regret trusting fate again. After all, it had failed her before. But what choice did she have as the Count's words replayed in her mind repeatedly?
"I promise I will not breathe a word about her true identity, not to her and not to anyone else. Not even to my most beloved grandson." Count Julius swore to her.