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~~ZARA~~
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It's past 10 p.m. I’m still up, folding clothes and fixing my bed like some busy bee even though my body begged for sleep.
I tried not to overthink, but my brain refused to shut up.
It drifted back to what happened earlier at school—that stupid moment when I tripped and fell into Dante Wright’s arms. Just remembering it made my skin heat up. Ugh. I could still smell his stupidly expensive cologne like it was haunting me.
God, why did I have to fall? Why did he have to catch me? And why did my heart have to act so stupid about it?
I shook my head, climbing into bed.
It didn’t matter. Dante is irrelevant. He’s just Adrian’s annoying older brother who loved to mess with me. That’s it. Nothing more.
I pulled the covers over me, staring at the ceiling.
Mom had been acting weird since she got back from the Wrights’ mansion earlier. She hadn’t said a word to me. Just walked in, went straight to her room, and stayed there.
Something was off. I could feel it.
But I’m too tired to deal with whatever drama was brewing.
I closed my eyes and let sleep take over.
***
The next morning, I woke up to my alarm blaring in my ear.
I groaned, slapped it off, and dragged myself out of bed.
My body felt heavy, like I hadn’t slept at all. But I had classes, so I couldn’t stay in bed no matter how much I wanted to.
I showered, threw on my uniform, and tied my hair into a high ponytail.
I grabbed my bag and headed downstairs.
Mom was sitting at the dining table, staring at her coffee like it held the answers to all problems. She didn’t even look up when I walked in.
“Morning,” I said, dropping my bag on the chair.
She glanced at me, and her face looked… sad.
“Mom?” I said, walking closer. “What’s wrong?”
She didn’t answer right away. She just kept staring at her cup.
“Mom?”
She sighed, finally looking at me. “Zara, we need to talk.”
Oh no. Nothing good ever started with “We need to talk.”
I sat down slowly, my heart already starting to race. “What happened?”
She took a deep breath. “I went to see the Wrights yesterday. I asked them to help us with the company.”
I nodded. “Okay? And?”
“They agreed.”
My eyes widened. “Wait, seriously? That’s amazing! Mom, that’s—”
“But there’s a condition.”
I froze. “What condition?”
“They’ll only help us if you marry Dante,” she revealed.
For a second, I didn’t process it. I just stared at her, waiting for her to laugh and say she was joking.
But she didn’t laugh.
“What the hell? That’s so outrageous!” I shouted, standing up. “They agreed to help us only if I get married to their eldest son, Dante?”
She nodded, her eyes filled with tears.
I felt like someone had just punched me in the stomach. “Mom, everyone knows I have feelings for Adrian! His parents literally know that! So why would they want me to marry Dante? I hadn’t even seen him in years until yesterday!”
“I know, baby. I know.”
“No, you don’t!” I snapped. “I love Adrian! Not Dante! Why can’t I marry Adrian instead?”
She stood up, walking over to me. “Zara, please. I didn’t want this either. But we don’t have a choice.”
“Yes, we do! We can figure something else out!”
“There’s nothing else!” she said, her voice breaking. “The bank is coming for everything, Zara. The house, the company—everything your father built. This is the only way.”
I shook my head. “So that’s it? You’re just throwing me into a loveless arranged marriage because of money?”
“Love will come with time,” she said.
“Love will come with time?” I repeated. “That’s your answer? What about my dreams?”
She reached out, but I stepped back. “Mom, what about my goals? I wanted to open my own restaurant, travel, and build something that’s mine. Do those matter anymore?”
“Of course they matter—”
“Then why are you doing this?” I wiped my tears angrily. “I don’t have a problem marrying into the Wright family. But why does it have to be Dante? He bullied me when we were kids! And now you expect me to marry him? Why not, Adrian? Everyone can see I love him.”
Mom looked at me with that knowing look she always gave when she was about to say something I didn’t want to hear. “Zara, if Adrian loved you, he would’ve asked you out by now. You’ve been giving him signs for years.”
And she was right. I hated that she was right.
Adrian flirted with me, smiled at me, and hung out with me—but he never asked me to be his girlfriend. Never made it official.
Why?
“I need time to think,” I said, grabbing my bag. “Where are my car keys?”
“The bank came this morning. They took all the cars,” she replied.
“What?!”
“They’re coming for the house next,” she informed.
I stood there, staring at her, so confused.
This is really happening.
“I have to go,” I muttered, heading for the door.
“Zara—”
“I’ll think about it, okay? Just… give me time.”
I walked out before she could say anything else.
Luckily, I caught the school bus just in time.
I sat in the back, staring out the window. My mind kept replaying everything Mom said.
Marriage. To Dante Wright.
The same guy who teased me with every chance he got.
How am I supposed to marry him?
When the bus pulled up to campus, I got off and immediately spotted Dahlia getting out of her car.
She waved at me, then frowned. “Why are you on the bus?”
“Long story,” I muttered, walking over to her.
Before she could respond, the sound of an engine revving made us both turn.
A white Bugatti Chiron rolled up in front of us. Everyone nearby stopped to stare.
The window rolled down, and Adrian popped his head out, grinning like he’d just won the lottery.
My mouth literally fell open.
“No way,” Dahlia said with wide eyes.
Adrian got out, looking way too happy for this early in the morning. His black hair was perfectly styled, and his smile was enough to make any girl lose her mind.
But all I could think about was what my mom said. “If he loved you, he would’ve asked you out by now.”
“Cool, you got a new car?” I asked, forcing a smile.
“Advantage of having an elder brother back in town,” he said, grinning. “Dante got it for me this morning. My brother and I might’ve had grudges back then, but he still loves me.”
Of course. Dante.
Everything always came back to Dante.
Dahlia rolled her eyes. “Rich people problems.”
He’s out here bragging about a gift from the same brother I’m being forced to marry.
The school bell rang, and we headed inside.
During the first period, I couldn’t focus. The professor's voice was just background noise while my thoughts ran in circles.
All I could think about was the marriage arrangement. The fact that my entire life was about to change because of money and business deals.
I didn’t have a choice. Not really.
If I don’t marry Dante, my mom and I would lose everything.
But if I marry him, I’d lose Adrian.
What was I supposed to do?
“Zara.”
I blinked, feeling someone tap my shoulder.
I turned. Dahlia was on my left, Adrian on my right—both looking at me with concern.
“The professor’s talking to you,” Dahlia mouthed.
I turned to the front, and my art professor was staring right at me.
“Miss Williams,” he said. “The bursar wants to see you in her office. Now.”
I stood up slowly, every eye in the room following me as I walked out.
This can’t be good. I’m feeling nervous.
***~~DANTE~~***Let me tell you something about seeing your wife walk through a crowd of hundreds and feeling your entire chest shift.That’s not something you plan for, it’s not something you brace yourself against, it just happens, and it happened to me the moment Zara came through those doors and moved through the red carpet like the room had been waiting specifically for her arrival and had only just realised it.I had been standing near the entrance when I saw her, and I genuinely needed a second — just one — because she looked that good, the kind of good that short-circuits whatever you were thinking about before and replaces it completely.I stood there and watched her move through the crowd with a particular composure she had when she knew exactly what she looked like.Every single rational thought I had about the tension between us dissolved somewhere between the moment I spotted her and the moment she looked up and found my eyes across the room.I wanted to walk straight o
***~~ZARA~~***The MC’s voice filled the entire hall like he’d been waiting all evening for this exact moment. “It’s right about time, ladies and gentlemen, let us welcome the CEO of Wright Holdings Company to give us the opening speech.”Immediately the room responded the way it does when the most important name in the building gets called. A specific stillness that only real power manages to produce without even requesting it.I watched Dante from where I stood.He adjusted his suit once, just one smooth pull at the lapel, then his expression settled into a composed, locked-in look he always wore whenever he was about to step in front of a crowd.Then without a single word or backward glance, he was already moving, cutting through the parting crowd with a long, unhurried stride that somehow managed to feel both relaxed and intentional at the same time.Every step landed with quiet authority, making people step back and watch without fully understanding why.He stepped up under the
***~~ZARA~~***We pulled up to the venue at 8:05 p.m., and I want you to understand that when I say everywhere was already packed, I mean the kind of packed place where you sit in your car for a second just absorbing the energy before you even open the door.Paparazzi lined up along the carpet, reporters with microphones and cameras, guests arriving in clothes that clearly cost more than most people’s rent.The whole thing was buzzing with a particular electric energy that only happens when rich people gather in one place and everyone is trying to outdo everyone else without looking like they’re trying.I scanned the area from inside the car, just taking stock, and that’s when I spotted Dante’s car parked nearby and felt something shift in my chest.He was already inside, which meant he had walked past the red carpet, past the photographers and the entire entrance, without waiting for me, his wife, the person he was supposed to walk in with tonight.I just sat there for a second, le
***~~ZARA~~***6:58 p.m., and we were finally done.I’m telling you, I stood in front of that mirror and needed a second — just one quiet second — to process what I was looking at because Julia had done something to both our faces that I did not have the vocabulary to describe properly.It was that level of stunning, the kind where you keep turning your head at different angles to make sure you’re seeing it right, and every angle keeps confirming, yes, this is real, you actually look like this.I turned my head slightly toward my mom, slow enough that she could see the full makeup, and I watched her expression shift in real time.Her expression right there told me what I wanted to know because my mom does not fake reactions. She never has. If she’s not impressed, she’ll find a diplomatic way to say so, and if she is, you’ll know it immediately.She was impressed.I turned back to the mirror.The gown my mom had brought was a structured dual-tone dress in black and burnished gold.I
***~~ZARA~~***I stared at that screen for a solid few seconds.A caller ID at four in the afternoon on a day that already had enough going on felt like a personal attack on my nerves.I picked up anyway, kept quiet, and waited — because if you called me from a hidden number, the least you could do was speak first.“Zara, hi.”Julia’s voice came through, and I felt the tension in my shoulders drop about three inches immediately.“Hi, Julia,” I answered, relaxing back slightly. “And why was your caller ID hidden? You nearly gave me a full moment of anxiety just now.”She laughed, and there was movement on her end like she was already multitasking. “I’m on Ethan’s phone. You know how he is about his privacy settings — the guy treats his devices like classified government property.”I laughed at that.My mom looked up from across the room with raised brows, silently asking me what was funny. I waved my hand at her in that universal signal for ‘I will explain later’.She accepted it and
***~~ZARA~~***“I need an outfit for a gala,” I told her, already moving back into the bedroom. “Tonight.”There was a short pause, and then, “Oh, the gala,” she said it like she’d already been sitting with that thought. “I actually got an invitation too. I was literally just about to call you.”I closed my eyes briefly. “Okay, that is actually perfect timing.”“So what do you think I should wear?” I asked, dropping onto the edge of the bed. “Mom, you know I don’t have your eye for this kind of thing.”She laughed, and I could practically see her sitting up straighter wherever she was, already energised by the task. “Of course I know. I am your godmother, bibbidi-bobbidi-boo,” she announced.I pressed my lips together hard.“Mom. That song.”“What?” Completely unbothered. Completely at peace with herself. That was Emily Williams for you.“Mum, you’re already coming to the gala anyway—can you come over now? Come and see the new house. We’ll get ready here together and keep each other
***~~ZARA~~***I stepped out of the shower feeling refreshed and wrapped in a towel, my skin still warm from the hot water.I immediately moved to give Dante space so he could take his turn in the bathroom.I grabbed my textbook from my bag and placed it on the small desk in our room, ready to di
***~~ZARA~~***We breathed into each other as we kissed more deeply.Dante’s hands started moving slowly down to my hips with gentle pressure that made my entire body feel like it was on fire.His right hand slid underneath my shirt and moved up slowly toward my chest.My first instinct was to st
***~~ZARA~~***“Oops,” Julia let out a guilty little laugh as the fake pregnancy belly hit the floor with a hollow sound.“Julia,” her brother Ethan called out, and the look on his face clearly screamed, "You're not following the plan we agreed on.”“Zazzz,” Dante called to me from across the roo
***~~ZARA~~***“Why don’t we completely change the whole drama scene?” Ethan suggested, and I could see his mind already working through the possibilities.“Okay, go ahead,” Dante nodded, giving him the green light to explain his plan.“Let’s pretend this entire confrontation never happened,” Eth







