*** 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.
"Sir, I don't understand." Wesley stood next to him, looking dashing in his expensive suit. If not for their blood, they could have been brothers from how they had bonded through the years. Or more like father and son since his assistant was still considerably younger than him.
His most trusted assistant immediately came to his side when Ms. Middleton excused herself from his presence to join her friends. But he could tell she did not like what he had told her.
Still, he doubted she would heed his words and let go of his grandson without a fight. But that was her prerogative, but he knew his grandson. His relationship with her would only end up with her in misery.
"What don't you understand?" The Count asked as his smile grew bigger at what he had witnessed on the dance floor. But somehow, he could guess what his assistant was asking.