*** 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.
Unlike the other time, Arnold announced the arrival of the King. But he was not alone this time as her only daughter, Princess Annette, joined him.
However, the look on her face was not excitement but of someone forced to be there. Not much different from Liam, she concluded. Maybe it may have something to do with their generation.
She guessed cooking had become an option but not a necessity. For the rich, as Liam said, he hired people to do it for him. For her, she was too busy with other things to appreciate cooking.
"I am happy that you both are joining us." The King said as they stood in the kitchen, addressing her and the Prince. "I hope you don't mind if my daughter joins us." He turned to the Count.
"I would rather not." The Princess mumbled on her side. "You know I have better things to do than learn this menial task." She continued, acting like a spoiled child, although she was far from being a child.