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 182
She looked at his two growing boys, a year apart, as they played their ridiculous video games. They were not young anymore, but they still acted like children as they threw things at each other.
But she did not mind as long as they were throwing pillows and not punches, like the other kids she had seen nowadays. Soon, they would compete for the attention of all the girls around them, looking at their handsome faces.
Or maybe they already had, remembering how many boys had courted her during that age. And this modern day, they would seem to start younger than during her time.
"Caden," Amelia shouted, addressing her first boy. "Asher, I need you to tone down your voice and clean this room." She would not tolerate their sloppy room and unruly behavior.
She only hoped that her two sons did not take too much of her attractive, handsome husband's genes, remembering his Casanova days. She could only smile, remembering the good old times and how they had met.