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Arranged Marriage: The Prince And I

“Hey, let me go.” Ziza tugged her arm from his grasp, “I’m not going anywhere with you.” “Yes, you are.” He countered. “No, I’m not and you can’t make me.” She threw her hands in the air, exasperated. “What? You need your secret lover’s permission?” He jerked his head in Ferran’s direction. When Ziza followed his meaning, she gaped, horrified. “Ferran is like a brother to me! I’m just not hungry.” “Well, that is unfortunate for you. You are coming anyway. Which exit would you prefer? Over my shoulder and leave quite the impression, or cordially walking with me to the car. Your choice.” “You wouldn’t dare.” Ziza folded her arms across her chest. The silence that followed smouldered between them, making it apparent just how close to each other they stood, their gazes clashing fiercely. ------------- Another modern-day Cinderella story… Ziza Bashar has a bright future ahead of her. A chance to leave behind all the family drama and a relationship gone wrong when her career takes a turn for the best. But all those dreams are short-lived, as one fateful night turns her world upside down when an altercation between her and the prince occurs. Clashes with a not so charming prince… He was used to being the ladies’ man, rarely ever photographed with the same woman twice. Self-made billionaire crown KUDZAI MUKOYI prince, Rafiq Al Shahaad, is the least bit thrilled by his parents’ matchmaking skills. By the king’s decree, he has to marry! To make matters worse, the intense connection between him and Ziza shakes them both to their cores with its power, so much that they couldn’t help but loathe it off the bat… Little did they know, life would rip them both a new one when they learnt the truth.

Kudzai Mukoyi · Urban
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88 Chs

Chapter Fifty-Nine

“You didn’t return my text.” She avoided his gaze and looked out at the clouds as a light blush kissed her face.

Her remark took him by surprise. Though she was trying to hide a smile from her previous mood alone, he’d assumed she wouldn’t speak to him for a little while longer. Even if she had, he hadn’t expected those words to be the first of her choice.

The text message chosen to be the new topic of their resuscitated conversation surged to the forefront of his memory. More guilt ravaged him as he remembered shoving his phone back into his pocket earlier that day. He remembered receiving it while in a boardroom meeting, at the time he’d figured he would reply to it afterwards. No damage done.

“I was very busy.” He replied.

“Too busy to reply to a simple text?” This time when she spoke, she removed her gaze from the clouds outside the window and looked at him with a raise eyebrow.