Zurianne never imagined that saving her mother's life would cost her own freedom. Forced into an arranged marriage with Christopher Whyte the infamous Jamaican Don feared by many,she braces herself for a life of cold stares and ruthless commands. Bu...
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I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the thin strap of my dress while my eyes lingered on my reflection. The dim lighting in the room cast soft shadows across my skin, highlighting the tension in my face. I looked good flawless, even, but inside, I wasn't sure how I felt.
Chris had told me to get ready, but he hadn't said where we were going. No explanation, no hints. Just a simple request. Normally, I would have demanded more details, but something in his tone had made me pause.
Now, as I slipped on my heels and grabbed my bag, I tried to ignore the uneasy feeling in my chest.
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As I stepped out the door , my gaze immediately landed on him.
Chris was already waiting by the door, leaning slightly against the frame, his phone in hand. He wasn't paying much attention to me at first, seemingly just scrolling to pass the time. But the second he sensed my presence, he glanced up and for a brief moment, his eyes lingered.
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I raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to say something.
His gaze dragged over me once more before he locked his phone and slipped it into his pocket. "Yuh ready?" His tone was calm, unreadable.
I folded my arms. "Mi ready, but mi still nuh know weh mi a go."
A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "Yuh soo see."
