The Guy who was arranged to be my Husband is currently walking over to me. I can already see it in his Face, he hates me. Just what did those Parents of mine think? Why did I have to marry someone like him? Just because he's rich? I just can't take it anymore. I decide to talk to him. I force a smile on my Face and I speak nervously, stuttering H-hey! I see that you want something from me... wh-what is it?
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