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 128
She quickly corrected herself. She was in love with the music, not with the man.
She had heard other musicians play the classic on a grand piano, but never like this. They were great, but this man was possessed as he let his fingers glide through the keys like he was on fire.
She never knew that he could play a musical instrument, but it only showed that she hardly knew anything about him. It proved her point that she could not be in love with a stranger.
However, her eyes could not look away as he continued to play. As if hypnotized by the music, she moved just a bit closer, but not too close. She watched him play one song after another as if he could not stop.
She had no idea how many minutes she stood there but only realized that it was long enough when her foot began to ache. Then she also observed that his eyes remained closed while he played the piano, probably not noticing that she was even there.