The proxy Marriage

The proxy Marriage

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Some marriages are written by love, others by destiny. But the hardest ones are written by choice. Layla thought her life in the quiet corners of Kano was settled. But when an unexpected proposal connects her to Zain Aliyu a powerful, distant man living in London who refuses to even come home to Nigeria she is pulled into a royal Arewa union bound by duty and secrets.
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