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"If you are so worried about my fate, I will marry the first man I meet!" Emily hung up and muted the phone. The conversation with her grandmother was over. She turned around and bumped into the man behind her. "I agree!" the stranger declared with a joyous smile. "What do you agree to?" she did not understand. “What do you mean, what? If I understood everything correctly, you just promised your grandma that you would marry the first person you meet. And, I guess, that first person you meet happens to be me. So I agree. We can set a date. Although... why do we need a date? I agree to get married right now!" ... ... ... Novel Status: Volume 1 - COMPLETED ... Emily Hayes is tired of her grandmother's endless attempts to find a husband for the girl. The last conversation with a persistent relative ended with Emily threatening to marry the first person she meets. But what should she do if that very “first comer” heard everything and now demands fulfillment of the promise? And if at the first meeting she refused him, then at the second it became much more difficult to do this. ... ... ... "Are you upset, Miss Hayes?” asked the man. “Oh, no. I just haven’t been feeling well lately.” “Did something happen at work? Is anybody offending you?” Evans' gaze became serious. Emily tried to hide her smirk. She lifted her head and looked at the boss with the most innocent eyes, “Mr. Evans, you can congratulate me. I happen to be pregnant!” The man choked on his drink and immediately changed his face. The temperature around him dropped by several degrees. “And who is the lucky father, Miss Hayes?” he asked, pressing his palm into fist, “Did your grandmother finally trapped you, and Kevin got his chance?” Emily’s inner dragon purred with satisfaction. She took her sweet time before answering, “You.” My other work on Webnovel: - Fragments of Time [FREE/COMPLETED]

Anya_Nesh · Urban
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The Founder.

Thin gold stiletto heels were confidently stepping on the carpet of the hall. The girl was wearing white tight-fitting trousers and the same white jacket, emphasizing her slender figure in the best way.

Thin golden chains descended from the edge of the jacket, which were swaying temptingly with every step of hers, making a light and pleasant ringing. They transformed a business suit into an airy translucent dress, which would be worn by the best priestess of the Pharaoh.

Hands were open, numerous bracelets shimmered on the wrists under the light of the lamps. The hair was straightened and hung over the shoulders, and the same gold chains were woven into the strands as well as to her clothes. The girl's head was adorned with a neat diadem.

The makeup was not bright, rather the opposite, but it was thanks to this that one would want to keep looking at the girl's face.