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 81
He was about to enter the room when his phone vibrated. He wanted to ignore it, but his nature prevented him from doing so. Quickly, he pulled it out of his pocket and checked the caller.
It was his friend, not Eli or his grandfather. Then, he remembered he did not want to talk to anyone. He decided that his friend could wait. He turned his phone off, not wanting to receive another call.
In the case of an emergency, Wesley would know where to find him as he finally entered the room and locked it from the inside. It was a habit he had acquired through the years when he did not want to face his father or mother.
"I need a drink." He told himself. Immediately, he proceeded to the bar hidden on one of the bookshelves near the window.
He needed a stiff drink than what he drank at the party. He had to drown himself out of this nonsense, hoping to wake up to his old self. But who was he kidding? When did alcohol help him with his problem?