Chapter 1: BetrothedFeliza sat at her cluttered desk, her eyes fixed on the pages of her textbooks. Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow across her room. The air was filled with the faint scent of aged paper and the soft tapping of keys on her laptop. She was engrossed in her studies, the impending finals demanding her full attention.She stretched her back as she yawned. Exhaustion began to envelope her for the hours she'd spent studying. But she has to endure it, or else she might not pass her exam."This better be worth it," she uttered under her breath, her green eyes glaring at the papers she's reviewing. She's already in her 3rd year as a Journalism student.A knock on her door disrupted the tranquility of her study session. The maid's voice seeped through the door, informing Feliza of her father's urgent request for her presence."Why?" she asked, but the maid didn't say anything.Confused but curious, Feliza made her way to her father's office, the antici

A full seven days have passed since the jaw-dropping encounter with him. My thoughts are on constant replay, attempting to make sense of the mind-boggling revelation that Shan might be deep into the workings of the mafia. It's a mental maze I'm navigating, and the struggle is real. Sure, I haven't nailed down concrete evidence to back up my suspicions; my information arsenal is running on empty. Yet, the mere prospect of Shan's involvement with the mafia casts an ominous shadow, refusing to fade away. The unanswered questions and uncertainties continue to gnaw at the edges of my consciousness, leaving me restless and craving answers that seem to dance just out of reach. A week has slogged its way through, and I'm staring down the barrel of another seven days before I'm hitched to him. This whole deal—let's just call it what it is—sucks. The anticipation, the looming event, the whole shebang—it's like a never-ending loop of frustration. Can't shake the feeling that I'm hurtling towards