*** 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.
Hell no!
That was his reaction when his eyes landed on her again. What was it about her that always made him lose his cool? And he guessed his rationality.
No! No! No!
"Damn, that could not be it." He hissed under his breath when an idea crossed his mind.
Quickly, he moved his sight away from her, not wanting to dwell on the thoughts going through his mind. Instead, he tried to busy himself with his other obligations.
However, at some point, his eyes involuntarily moved without his consent. Then, he found himself gazing at the girl that had plagued his dreams and even waking hours recently.
"Sir, you were saying." He found one of his guards looking at him. The younger man must have thought he was talking to him as he looked at the security monitors before him.
He shook his head, realizing he had been daydreaming on the job and thinking of nonsense. He internally chastised himself, believing his behavior was not acceptable.