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of situations." I cleared my throat, trying to regain some composure. Yes, I was genuinely wondering. But seriously, I meant every single word th

lready settled, a done deal. I'm simply informing you of the decision. Alpha Clark and I have meticulously made all the necessary arrangements, down to the smallest detail. Now, don't waste my precious time tonight-you are going on a mandatory vacation with Tamara. The pre-

nfines of my head, a silent scream of frustration. I couldn't dare utter those words aloud, or the next thing I knew, my head would be hanging from the ceiling, m

to display my displeasure. I realized the futility of arguing now; I should wait, bide my time, and find a solution later, a way to escape this predicame

on't even think about trying to upset Tamara, because you are going to marry her regardless of your feelings on the matter. This union is inevitable." My father placed his heavy hand on my shoulder, a

ding in my chest. I knew with absolute certainty that he would be there, immersed in his usual morning routine, quietly reading before the demands of his busy day began at 9 a.m. He was always impeccably sharp and punctual with his meeting

by desperation. I burst through the door to his office without even bothering to knock, a breach of etiquette driven by urgency. I was

chuckled lightly, feigning a confidence I didn't feel. Beneath the surface, I was a nervous wr

n't come to my office this early in the morning for nothing. There must be a pressing reason for this unexpected intrusion." My brother calml

uspicion began to form in my mind: Maybe he was the one who initially suggested this ridiculous arrangement. Perhaps Tamara was unattractive, un

a shred of regret for my actions. Well, perhaps I might experience a flicker of regret later, once the initial rage subsided, but he was so

essing down on me. I couldn't outright accuse him blindly without any concrete evidence to support my suspicions. I needed to be smart, str

rything. It's a done deal." Xander casually tossed the book onto his desk, stood up with an air of authority, lit a cigar, and puffed away nonchalantly, turning his back to me, a clear indication of his indifference to my pli

perately waiting for a glimmer of hope, a positive re

n anger, and yelled, "Hey! What are you doing here? Why aren't you preparing for your trip?" He stared

can't possibly marry a complete stranger," I p

bstacle. I'll even give you more space and freedom before the wedding-like I generously offered before!"

tranger?" I hit my head with both hands in exasperation. Why couldn't I remember th

n. And then, when you return, you will fulfill your obligation and marry Tamara. It's a simple plan." My father condescendingly tapped my shoulder an

, the logical choice. He cares deeply about the business aspects of this arrangement, and he's t

at myself? Must I spell it out for you?" my fat

ar better match for Tamara in terms of age and experience!" I drop

r! You're giving me a splitting headache," my father huffed impatiently before

is predicament!" I pleaded, stepping closer to Xande

are tied. I'm sorry," Xander mutter

d vacation. Provide some moral support, a buffer between me and this str

n't simply abandon my responsibilities." Xander shot

me? What if she's a secret serial killer? What if she's dangerous?" I p

surd!" My brother impatiently pushed

u!" I made a puppy face, gazing earnestly

the ceiling for a moment, a dramatic pause, then turned to me

d grateful. "Thank you so muc

table. What? He couldn't possibly be my brother; he was a heartless monster! Did he even possess a shred of care for my feelings, my happiness? Even s