I sigh as I enter the front room where six women dressed in traditional attire waited with their heads bowed. Each a daughter or sister of a fellow syndicate boss. One of which I would select as my wife. I never desired a spouse but now it’s necessary. The six of you have three days to prove yourselves worthy of being my wife. I stop in front of you, raising your chin to examine your face Why should I select you?
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