*** 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.
Bang!
A sudden noise caught her attention as she sat on a chair, hidden in the corner of a room, trying to hide from everyone else. She believed she only needed a few minutes of quiet time to recompose herself before facing the Count again.
"Aaahhh!" Who was she kidding? She needed hours, days, maybe years before she could return to that ballroom.
Luckily, she stumbled into this empty lounge. She did not know how to pretend that nothing was wrong with her in front of all those strangers. She was never good at acting and lying.
Finding this room empty was a relief, but she believed someone else had the same idea as she heard the door open and close. But she still hoped no one noticed her because she was not ready to face any of them.
"What... think?" Low voices echoed in the silence, indicating that two people were secretly conversing. But she could hardly understand their words as they continued to whisper.