Fatima thought life after Stanford would be hers to enjoy, until she's forced into an arranged marriage to save her family's legacy.
Zayn Caruso is everything she vowed to avoid: arrogant, ruthless, and the heir to a dangerous mafia empire. A billio...
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It was a peaceful day, I was in a good mood despite my father's attempts to get me to work for him which I paid no attention to. I was driving to the mall to meet up with Chloe and Lisa for shopping. I pulled up in the parking lot, checking myself in the rear mirror. I got out of my car and locked it.
I made my way inside the tall building, hearing all the noise inside and seeing how beautiful it was. How I missed my city. I found myself smiling looking around. I headed to McDonald's where I'd be meeting Chloe and Lisa. We had decided to have lunch then shop our lives throughout the day. I was more than excited because I had missed my girls. I got inside and spotted them in the corner. As I made my way, someone bumped to me and spilled a cold, and I mean cold drink on me. That was more than enough to ruin a good day for me.
"Excuse you!" We both know exclaimed.
"Watch where you're going, bitch?" He said.
"Excuse me? You just ruined my top with your cheap drink." I yelled, causing a scene and people were watching us. I dried my top off the drops of the drink.
"That will teach you to watch where you're going, bitch," he said.
'Oh no, he didn't.'
"Your mama's a bitch, negro," I trailed off.
"Watch your mouth. You know who you're talking to?" He asked.
Like I cared who he was.
"Even if you were the most feared man in the universe, I wouldn't give a damn. You're of no importance to me. A simply sorry would be much appreciated. Loser." I nudged him with my shoulder before passing, going to my friends. I got to my friends and looked back, the douchebag was gone. Everyone was still watching me.
"What are you looking at? You want pictures and autographs? Mind your fucking business," I said and they immediately turned their heads.
"Exactly." I continued.
"That was intense," Lisa remarked putting her phone down.
"He's so full of himself," I sat down.
"You know who that was?" Chloe asked.
"I couldn't careless even if he was the president himself."
"That's Zayn Caruso, son of Michael Caruso," Lisa stated.
"Okay, who the hell is Michael Caruso?" I asked.
"You don't know who Michael Caruso is? He's a well-known billionaire in the country. He owns numerous hotels and loads of companies. His son, Zayn, the one you just hit it off with, he's a billionaire as well, owns hotels, clubs and this building, he owns part of it," Chloe explained.
"Okay, so what?"
"You still don't get it?" Chloe asked.
"Get what? He's a billionaire, his father is billionaire. Fine, but there's nothing intriguing about that."
