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A Vow without Love

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She married him with her heart.
He married her with nothing.

Zariah Monteclair, 22, grew up knowing that love is supposed to be beautiful. Pero nang dumating ang oras na kailangan niyang pakasalan si Kaizer Veynon Ashford, the cold and untouchable heir, she realized love isn't part of the deal.

The marriage was never about love but it was about business, legacy, and family duty.
Kaizer hated her for agreeing, lalo na't alam ni Zariah na may girlfriend na siya. For him, she was nothing but a pawn, a replacement, a chain tying him to a vow he never wanted.

And yet, Zariah chose him.
Even if it meant facing his coldness.
Even if it meant breaking her own heart.

In a marriage built on lies, duty, and unspoken pain...
can love ever find its way?All Rights Reserved

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