hat was starting to cool in front of her. Her hands couldn't stop fiddling with the edge of her hijab, playing with the fabric as if it wer
I agree
ecause she knew this meeting would change her life forever. A mee
village. A man known for his generosity but also infamous for his strict and au
e Az
tall, broad-shouldered man in a gray suit entered, his posture commanding and upright. His face was stern, with sharp lines on hi
owed hard.
His steps were measured and confident, like someon
, his deep voice devoid o
e frozen in place. "Yes, Uncle Aziz." Her voice
a black coffee in a brief, clipped tone. No smile, no polite greeting-everything felt
id sharply, locking eyes with her.
e being mentally undressed, her thoughts
ggling to maintain her composure d
g his arms over his chest. "
ttle about the reason behind this arrangement, but hearing it directly
t of gratitude," she answered, lowering her gaze to th
"Not just that. I need a wife. Someone to take care of the house
suitable to be a mother to his children? She swallowed hard, trying to suppress the discom
t's not a problem for me. I won't stop you from continuing your studies.
pped the edge of the table tightly. His kids... two teenagers I've never e
er head, adding to the anxiety alr
suddenly, his tone
be in a situation like this? But looking at Aziz's sharp gaze, she knew h
re scared or not. What matters is that if you become my wife, you know your role. You know w
Alena feel even more pressured. She cou
tered the courage to speak. "Wha
like you. They don't like anyone. But I need
pmoth
life she had envisioned. She had never imagined becoming the second wi
ave a meeting soon," he said curtly. "I hope you think this through careful
to Aziz's family, especially after her father passed away. Her mother had already agreed, and
r voice barely audible. "I don't ha
ice low but firm. "Life is about choices. Don't blame your mother
ed through her. "Do you
s brimming with tears, but she couldn't utter a
"So, what will it be? Become a stepmother and a wi