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Zara Tunde has always been the heiress-beautiful, bold, and determined to live life on her own terms. Being a model has always been her dream. But when her powerful father demands she marry Regan Kareem to seal a business alliance, she agrees-on one condition: it's only for one year. Regan, cold, enigmatic, and bound by duty, has secrets buried deeper than anyone knows. As Zara steps into a world of luxury, danger, and whispered threats, she finds herself drawn to the man she vowed to leave. But their fake marriage is cracking at the seams. With a mysterious child, a missing sister, and a past that refuses to die, can love bloom... or will the truth destroy them both?

The reluctant vow Chapter 1 The first no

"You know your father has made the decision. That's final."

Zara's eyes widened in disbelief as her mother's voice echoed through the living room, sharp and unwavering. "So nobody cares about me or my dreams? Not even my happiness?"

Mrs. Tunde stood still, arms folded across her chest. Her lips were pressed into a thin line, like she was trying to stay calm, but the tension between them was too thick to ignore.

"I don't love Regan. I don't even know him!" Zara burst out, voice trembling as she stood in the middle of the room, her fists clenched by her side.

"You don't need to know him or love him." Mr. Tunde's deep baritone cut through the air as he stepped into the living room. His expression was unreadable-cold, commanding, final. "All you need to know is that the marriage is happening. You, Zara Tunde, are going to be the wife of Regan Kareem."

Zara felt her chest tighten. Her legs wobbled beneath her. "You can't do this to me," she said, almost in a whisper.

"We already have," her father replied bluntly. "The Kareems have been our business partners for over two decades. This marriage is not just a union between two people, Zara. It is a merger. A consolidation of trust, legacy, and power."

Zara's mother looked away, as if she didn't want to witness the way her daughter's spirit was being crushed. But she said nothing. That hurt Zara the most.

"I'm not some pawn you can move around," Zara snapped, trying to hold back the tears stinging her eyes. "I'm not an asset to trade!"

"But you are," her father replied without flinching. "As long as you bear my name, you are part of the business. And this is bigger than your childish dreams of catwalks and cameras."

Zara's face dropped.

Childish dreams? Was that what they thought of her?

She stormed upstairs without another word, refusing to let them see the tears rolling down her cheeks. Her feet pounded against the steps, matching the thunderstorm inside her chest. Once inside her room, she slammed the door shut and collapsed onto her bed, letting the sobs take over.

Minutes passed.

The silence in her room was suffocating. The ticking clock on the wall mocked her helplessness with every second. She reached for her phone on the nightstand, wiping her face with the sleeve of her hoodie. When she unlocked the screen, a single notification lit up her world:

"Congratulations! You've been selected as one of our top finalists. The final show will take place in a few months, and if successful, you will represent Nigeria in Paris as part of the Elite Global Runway program."

Zara screamed. Loud.

It was a raw, uncontrollable burst of excitement. She shot up from the bed, staring at her phone in disbelief. Her hands trembled. Her tears had turned into laughter-relieved, giddy laughter.

She clutched her phone to her chest.

Her dream was real. Not just a fantasy she played over in her head. The biggest modeling opportunity she'd ever prayed for had come knocking. She was one of the finalists. She still had to compete in the final show, but this was more than hope-it was a door cracked open.

Before she could bask in the joy, the door to her room flew open.

"What is wrong with you?" her father's voice boomed as he entered, frowning.

Zara froze, phone still in her hand. His eyes landed on it, then narrowed.

"What are you smiling at?"

She swallowed, heart thumping in her chest. "They picked me," she whispered.

"Who picked you?"

She held out the phone. "The modeling agency. I've been selected as one of the finalists. The final event is in a few months, and if I qualify, I'll go to Paris."

Mr. Tunde's eyes darkened. He stared at her like she had said the most ridiculous thing on earth.

"You're not going anywhere."

"Daddy, please-"

"I said you're not going!" His voice thundered. "Are you out of your mind? Do you think you'll be parading your body around in front of strangers while my name is attached to yours?"

Zara's chest caved in. Her joy shattered, piece by piece.

"I've worked for this," she whispered. "I've worked so hard. You've never even asked me what I want."

"You're not a child anymore, Zara. You need to stop dreaming and start accepting reality. And your reality is that you are marrying Regan Kareem in a few weeks."

"But-"

"If you disobey me," he interrupted coldly, "then I will disown you. Simple."

Zara's throat went dry. The weight of his words crushed her.

Her father turned around and left the room, leaving the door open behind him.

Zara sat on her bed, phone still in her hand, but the light in her eyes had dimmed. The email still glowed on her screen, but it no longer brought comfort.

This was the choice she had to make: chase her dream and lose her family, or give up everything she had worked for and marry a man she didn't know.

Her fists curled tighter around the phone.

She refused to let it end like this.

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“Zara Tunde has always been the heiress-beautiful, bold, and determined to live life on her own terms. Being a model has always been her dream. But when her powerful father demands she marry Regan Kareem to seal a business alliance, she agrees-on one condition: it's only for one year. Regan, cold, enigmatic, and bound by duty, has secrets buried deeper than anyone knows. As Zara steps into a world of luxury, danger, and whispered threats, she finds herself drawn to the man she vowed to leave. But their fake marriage is cracking at the seams. With a mysterious child, a missing sister, and a past that refuses to die, can love bloom... or will the truth destroy them both?”
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Chapter 1 The first no

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Chapter 2 Before the vow

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Chapter 3 Secrets and side eyes

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Chapter 4 Silent wars and soft winks

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Chapter 5 Cards on the bed

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Chapter 6 The condition

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Chapter 7 Whispers behind closed doors

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Chapter 8 The weight of dawn

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Chapter 9 Terms of control

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Chapter 10 Shadows

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Chapter 11 Unseen eyes

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Chapter 12 Watched!!

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Chapter 13 Escalating stakes

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Chapter 14 The edge of becoming

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Chapter 15 Final thought

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Chapter 16 Louder than silence

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Chapter 17 The quiet storm

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Chapter 18 Lines crossed

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Chapter 19 The price of control

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Chapter 20 The weight of dreams

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Chapter 21 The price of the spotlight

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Chapter 22 Not just a dream anymore

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Chapter 23 The kiss that shouldn't have happened

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Chapter 24 Sex and silence

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Chapter 25 Right before it all changed

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Chapter 26 Cracks beneath the surface

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Chapter 27 The weight of one night

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Chapter 28 After the apology

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Chapter 29 The truth awaits

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Chapter 30 Tangled in deceit

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Chapter 31 Tick tock,Baby daddy

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Chapter 32 Trapped

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Chapter 33 Secret and silence

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Chapter 34 The perfect lie

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Chapter 35 No way out

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Chapter 36 Power in silence

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Chapter 37 Whispers and warnings

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Chapter 38 The mask slips

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Chapter 39 Pieces out of place

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Chapter 40 Wrong suspect

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