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 35
Liam spotted his grandfather without difficulty in the center of the activities. He always had this presence around him that could make the man stand out in a crowd.
But something else had caught his eyes once he turned his head to the woman beside the Count. She looked familiar. But it took him a few seconds to recognize her.
What was she doing here with his grandfather? And what happened to her? He could not stop his eyes from studying her appearance, starting from her face to the gown and shoes she wore.
It was not as if he thought she looked hilarious or anything like that. It was not what he was saying or thinking. On the contrary, it was the opposite.
If he was being honest, he believed she looked stunning. But, of course, he would not reveal that to anyone. He could hardly admit that to himself. But it did not mean that he was attracted to her. Now that thought was laughable.