*** 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.
Nope, no storms just yet.
But just some strong waves that would rock her boat.
She had never felt inferior or insecure about her clothes or the material things she possessed. She had learned that what was in her heart was what mattered more, rather than anything else.
But how she looked at her, she wondered if she would be enough for the Prince if this had been real. Judging from the Princess's clothes and appearance, maybe, in a way, she might be lacking. Or should she say more than inadequate?
"Sorry. But what?" It was her turn to stare at the young woman, debating whether she had heard her correctly. "Why would you want to be friends with me?"
She hardly knew her. Why would she suddenly want to be her friend? Besides, she did not believe that these people associated themselves with a commoner like her.