Semua Bab Escaping My Arranged Marriage With My Biker Student: Bab 1 - Bab 10

The character King and others do speak in slang. These are not grammar/spelling mistakes. Throwing my bags in the car I get in and begin to drive home. I hate that my phone is so low. I need some sort of noise to distract and silence my mind.There's nothing, though, and the sound of the car doesn't make much difference either. I know what I am about to go home to, and I'm not looking forward to it. I'm not looking forward to anything right now in my life.When I married at seventeen, my parents said we were the perfect couple—well-suited and amazing. My brother told me I was a fool, and I now wonder if he was right.You see, my mother prepared and taught me to be the perfect housewife. She wanted me to marry a good man, someone with standing within the community, and she succeeded. Being seventeen, I didn't realise what was going on; I just relished the attention he gave me.Me sixteen, him thirty. I saw nothing wrong with it as my parents welcomed him with open arms and introduced

Mazikeen POVThe last few days have been weird; King has ensured he has the seat directly opposite me. Of all the places he could sit, he sits there.I’ve tried to avoid looking at him, but it’s hard with him so close. Many of the professors complain about him and say he shouldn’t be here.If there is one thing I have learned about King this week, it is that he is smart. He flirts like hell with me slyly, but he belongs here. Every day, when he comes into class, he takes that seat and smiles at me. After class, he lingers for a while, making an excuse to talk to me.When he does, he leans in close.“Mazikeen!” Edward’s voice snaps me out of my daydream. “What has got into you this week? Your ring will be ready for collection in about a week. It was fixed,” he says.“Thank you, Edward. I’m sorry for zoning out,” I smile at him. We had food in a restaurant and are now sitting in a quiet bar. It’s different from how we usually spend our anniversaries, but something tells me tonight will

Mazikeen POVKing stops the bike next to my car, and I climb off while looking at him.“Look, I’m sorry for what I said. I warned you I wasn’t fun and that I’m a good person,” I explain.“You can be a good girl, Miss and see the truth in things like bike clubs,” King states.“It’s hard, King. I’ve lived an entire life being taught what is right and wrong, and while I know it’s innocent, there’s always that voice telling me it isn’t,” I say, and he leans back on the bike and looks at me.“There’s a lot I will take, but anyone talkin’ ’bout my family, brothers and cursed kings, I won’t stand for,” he tells me, and I nod.“I know it isn’t a gang, King. I apologise for that, but I’m not that person. I didn’t belong in that bar. Those women, were amazing and fierce, not book nerds and teachers,” I say.He chuckles and slings his leg over the bike to climb off before walking to me. His body pins mine against the car. “Ya amazing and fierce, Miss, ya just need someone to drag it outta ya. Go

MazikeenWhen I get home, Edward is waiting. I’m not sure why he is home early today, so I stand looking at him, waiting for him to explain.“Your mother and father are coming by, so you need to cook for them, and they are bringing someone as well, so cook for five,” he says. Me cook...of course, it’s me who needs to cook.“She should have given me notice,” I say as I begin to take out the food. I hate that she just does this, and then I’m expected to cook a perfect meal for her.“If you ever answered to her, maybe she would do,” he states and sits. He watches my every move as I cook, and I don’t understand why she is coming tonight.Nearly two hours later I am setting the table and putting food on it before rushing to get everything ready while Edward relaxes like it’s nothing. Then again, I’ve lived this life for over ten years now.Going to the bathroom and wash my face and hands. I walk down and find my mother and father already sitting at the table; the woman they brought is sitt

MazikeenI know I can’t just force them to write down stuff. I need to engage with them, but I’m so close to losing it, and I don’t know how to stay calm. Sucking in a breath, I glance up and see King watching me.“Okay, let’s go around the room and discuss what each of you has written about Panopticon. Who wants to go first?”Samuel raises his hand. “Prisons, they know there is a high chance they are being watched, and the reason they are designed that way is to try and force the prisoners to behave through fear.” I nod and point at Jessica.“Those weird bank truck things, Miss, they literally say on them that they have CCTV and are monitored,” she says, and I nod.“Schools Miss,” Jake says.“What do you mean about Schools Jake?” I ask.“Well, not only are the teachers in school possibly watching, but many schools have prefects, headboys, and such. Which means students feel more people are possibly watching them.” I nod and ask someone else. We go around the room, and yes, I avoided