webnovel

Aliya's Shoes

[#lovesosweet] [WARNING: Mature content 18+] [WPC #AUG2023Entry] « Is it not enough that I have been 'sold off' as a catalogue bride but also have to compete with a dead woman for favour? » Shelby looks like she has it all. The perfect family and all the perks that come with it. But she must go through a 'forced contract marriage' and also compete for the attention of the man she had been unwillingly tied to... Ian lost the love of his life so suddenly that his mind still refuses to accept that reality. He gave up everything and secluded himself until his mother found him a bride. His one task was to give the family an heir but how can Ian do this when the air he breathes all revolves around the one woman he can never have. However, he finds himself in a predicament and dilema when the new contracted bride is thrust into his life unwittingly... especially, when he finds out that she is more than meets the eye. Image: Image generated from starryai.com, cover completed by me. This is an original story of mine. Copyright Loctovia 2023 Update schedule: 5 chapters per week

Loctovia · 奇幻言情
分數不夠
370 Chs

Too much time for a honeymoon

Elsewhere on the T-Vino Island and on the premises of one of the larger wineries, several people had gathered semi-formally.

One man stood in front of them with a thick file out of which he was reading.

"The grape harvest is done for the season, and preparations are being made for the-"

Alex Thornston, seated at the head of the group, looked at the empty seats on either side of him and then flipped his hand in the air, indicating that he go on and skip what he was about to read as if he already knew it…

"Sorry, Chairman, I'll skip the festival aspect and continu-"

A slight irritative glare from Alex made the man clear his throat awkwardly, resuming his professional stance. "We have tallied up the harvest and preparing for processing of the grapes now. We had a 20% lower yield than we did in the last harvest-"

A low, dissatisfied murmur rippled through the gathering. The man kept his face in his report and continued,