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Primed for You (Queen City Series #1)

Your boyfriend whom you just met in college is actually your fiancé whom your family chose for you all along in an arranged marriage. Both of you do not know that you are engaged to each other until a momentous gathering for the elites of the society was arranged. As Chlea Alcala ventures her life as a freshman college student, she gets to know the world more. Away from her family's powerful influence, just the way she is. As other people would want to live the life where one has everything, Chlea longs for something otherwise. She craves to experience ordinary life even for a while. Will she be able to attain it? What will she discover about the world in the process? Will she be able to escape the arranged marriage that has been haunting her all along? Follow her journey as she meets new people who will give her a new perspective in life. This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

mswordsworth · Adolescente
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156 Chs

A Homebody

"That was hard!" Chlea wiped the dripping sweat on her forehead with the back of her hand and placed both of her hands on her hips.

Chlea has planned to make every Saturday a 'cleaning day'. Due to their active timetable, especially after long days, all she can do when she gets home is just review lessons and sleep. Most of her Saturdays are idle, she decided to jog for a bit at the university's athletic field.

She is wearing a gray sports bra and lightweight compression leggings paired with white running shoes. After leaving the house for around 30 minutes, she decided to start her cleaning spree.

Her late mother once said, 'Start cleaning from the ceiling down to the floor. Not the other way around.' Chlea was whistling while she was dusting, vacuum and mopping the floors of her room.

"Whistling does make you feel like Snow White when she cleaned the dwarf's home, right?" She said to herself.