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They say desperate times call for desperate measures. They even say blood is thicker than water. Still, is it really worth it marrying this unknown man? Darson truly gets on my last nerves. He's not an easy person and I'm no sweet girl myself. We're going to be one happy couple. "Darson Meldeev, CEO of the Meldeev Corporation, 6"3 in height, 23 years old." He recites as if practiced a million times. I roll my eyes. "That's general knowledge." I point out. I had seen it all when I looked him up a few weeks ago. We are newlyweds for crying out loud. Is our marriage supposed to thrive on that bit of information? "Yeah well, it's all the knowledge you'll get." He responds and I glare at him. He is so rude to others. I smooth out my wedding dress, taking a deep breath. Just go with the flow Khara. Go with the flow. "Khara Bain-" I begin but he cuts me off. "You're a Meldeev now." His voice is stern. What is he getting out of this marriage? I know for a fact this isn't by choice on either of our parts. "Khara Mel...deev. Editor at Kerr magazine, 5"8 in height. 21 years old." The car then slows to a stop. I open the car door quickly to rush out. My knees are on the pavements. My dress is stuck between the car door. My bracelet is a few feet away from me. Oh what joy.
Chapter 1
