Meant For Each Other

Meant For Each Other

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Romance
When Bryan Lyle Angeles' grandfather died, marriage clause was included on his last will and testament. He had to marry his godsister Airia Elisse Monreal . With a little help of his godfather, Bry had to win Iya's heart the old fashioned way, get engaged and marry within a year so his grandfather's 50 % shares on the largest coconut industry in the country wouldn't be sold to the public. The family legacy was so important to him. Even if he has his own vast fortunes. He firmly believed that having an outsider on the company wouldn't just be good for the business. He had often done pranks on Iya when she they were young He only sees her as a sister. He also hasn't seen her for so many years. She had been busy realizing her dream to become a pediatric surgeon. But his godfather assured him that Iya would be back for good and he had to succeed before his backup plan could be implemented. How will he be able to succeed?
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