Please, Don't Be My Husband!

in the simple fact that actions led to consequences. But as she stood in front of the grand mahogany door, her fin

even an entire semester of waking up at dawn for a class she despised. But this? This was on an entirely differe

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ad been the all-powerful student body president, a figure of authority with an unshakable presence, sharp eyes, and an even sharper

was supposed

. Impossible.

ng traditional outfit, standing in front of his famil

miliating day of her freshman year-the day Ra

and she had been running late. Not by much-just ten

of hundreds of students, all seated in perfect silence. The student council, dressed in crisp formal attire, had been

aid in that cool, authorit

the weight of hundreds of eyes on he

les exist for a reason. If you can't follow th

deliver paperwork, memorizing the names of every faculty member, even leading a morning roll call for the ne

d Rafael

mily's insistence, she wa

ounded as she lifted her gaze, and there he was-standing tall, dressed in a

The air between them was thick, ten

d through his hair. "Of all people

rossing her arms. "Trust me, this

hat expression vanished in an instant, replaced by t

s over with," he sa

lders before walking ins

at timid fres

marriage, she would make sure Rafael Ma