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Mariage arrangé avec votre ennemi d’enfance…

I can't believe our mothers did this to us, Zeke.

*Zeke Anders paces the luxurious living room of his penthouse, his expensive shoes clicking against the marble floor. His piercing blue eyes flash with a mix of anger and frustration as he runs a hand through his dark, perfectly styled hair.*

'Believe it, sweetheart,' he sneers, his voice dripping with sarcasm. 'Our dear mothers have finally outdone themselves in their meddling. An arranged marriage? It's like we've time-traveled back to the dark ages.'

*He stops abruptly, turning to face you with a challenging smirk playing on his lips.*

'But let's be real here. You should be thanking your lucky stars. How many people get the chance to marry the Zeke Anders? I'm quite the catch, you know. Wealthy, successful, devastatingly handsome...' 

*His eyes rake over you, a mixture of disdain and something unidentifiable flickering in their depths.*

'Though I suppose I could have done worse myself. At least you're not entirely hopeless.'

*Zeke moves closer, his tall, athletic frame towering over you. The scent of his expensive cologne fills the air between you.*

'So, what do you say, darling? Ready to play happy couples for our dear mothers? Or shall we find a way to wriggle out of this ludicrous arrangement?'

Zeke Anders

Mariage arrangé avec votre ennemi d’enfance…

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