LOGINMarch 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
“When were you planning to tell me?” Freya asked, her hands on her waist, her heart racing.The idea of competing against a princess made her mad! “Just how many others are out there? Tell me. Do I need to hire the military?”“I could say the same thing for your flock of admirers in Halliport, Freya
“Let us welcome Mr. Dominique and his wife, the celebrant, Mrs. Margaux Fontaine!” the host called, and all guests stood up to clap.Freya’s heated discussion with the Bellamys came to an unfortunate pause.Everyone watched as the Fontaine couple made their way to the stage. Dominique took the micro
The air was thick with moans—raw, unfiltered, and urgent.The desk beneath them creaked in protest, but the sound was drowned by the rhythmic slapping of their skins. Kenneth was buried deep inside Freya, his thrusts rough, relentless, and driven by years of pent-up hunger.“Fuck,” he growled, voice
“We landed in Milan an hour ago. We are waiting for the express train to Paris,” Kenneth said on the phone. “I’ll be there soon.”Freya sighed. “Get some sleep on the train.”“I will,” Kenneth said before ending the call.Kenneth was supposed to arrive in the wee hours in Paris, but a runway acciden







