로그인March 10, 2026: Author Announcement.My Dear Readers, Thank you for reading this book until the very end. I hope you enjoyed the story between Kenneth Wright and Freya King. "Finding Mr. Perfect" is part of the family series, "Love and Legacy in the House of the Kings."Book 1: Divorced My Cheatin
“Freya, wake up.” Kenneth kissed her cheeks. “It’s time to get up. We’ll have an early dinner.”Kenneth and Freya made love five times last night. In the morning, they went swimming and made love again in the afternoon until they surrendered to exhaustion. But now, it was time to have their special
The first thing that Kenneth and Freya did after they arrived at the island resort in the Philippines was to have a full-body massage facing the sea.It was one of the things Freya had grumbled about over the past three years, yet Kenneth noted it. Next was an uninterrupted beach nap. It was just t
Over two years have passed. Kenneth Wright had barely stepped into the Cromwell estate when he heard chaos coming from upstairs.No, there was no crying.Not even screaming. It was something worse.Silence.Kenneth stopped mid-step, his handsome face turning serious as his mind raced at the suspici
Now the thought felt ridiculous.His daughter blinked slowly, her tiny face scrunching before she let out a soft sound.Graham felt something tighten in his chest.“Hey there,” he murmured gently.Elise watched him from the bed, smiling tiredly.“She already has you wrapped around her finger,” Elise
Time passed again. Up to the very last minute, Graham had hoped that Elise was carrying a son. He had prepared blue balloons and unisex-colored clothes for when his wife gave birth, but as he already knew, the doctor said in the delivery room:“Baby Girl Wright!”“Waah! Waaah! Waaah!” the baby crie
Kenneth stripped down.Freya forgot how to breathe.He walked toward the water with the confidence of a man who knew exactly what he was doing to her. His body was ridiculous—chiseled chest, tight abs that looked like they were hand-delivered by the gods, and thighs carved from pure temptation. The
Kenneth had set Freya on his office desk like she weighed nothing, then he planted himself in front of her. He didn’t speak right away. Instead, his eyes roamed her face, lingering on her lips as if searching for clues. His hands braced the edge of the table on either side of her hips, caging her in
Freedonia. Over the past two days, Kenneth had several meetings, allowing Freya to rest from her insatiable husband. She used the time to finalize the design for Mrs. Fontaine and join her company engagements online.Her husband often arrived past midnight, but when he did, he cuddled next to her i
Freya: [I’m at your desk. What’s the password to your computer?]Kenneth: [Your birthday, plus two asterisks.]Freya, “...”Inner Devil: ‘You are technically the key to everything in his life.’Freya: [Where can I find information about your employees?]Kenneth: [Company employee access portal. Wrig







