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Your boyfriend whom you just met in college is actually your fiancé whom your family chose for you all along in an arranged marriage. Both of you do not know that you are engaged to each other until a momentous gathering for the elites of the society was arranged. 

As Chlea Alcala ventures her life as a freshman college student, she gets to know the world more. Away from her family's powerful influence, just the way she is. As other people would want to live the life where one has everything, Chlea longs for something otherwise. She craves to experience ordinary life even for a while. 

Will she be able to attain it? 

What will she discover about the world in the process? 

Will she be able to escape the arranged marriage that has been haunting her all along? 

Follow her journey as she meets new people who will give her a new perspective in life.


This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Primed for You (Queen City Series #1)

"So, how did the headmistress react? Did she shout?" I asked while warily chose what clothes I will be bringing for the two day trip of our department at a cultural heritage site located at the Northernmost part of the Philippines.

Gayle closed her eyes briefly. "She just warned me about the succeeding arrival of those many parcels,"

"What does the head mistress look like? It has been two years since I attended this campus but never did I once saw her," Rolling her each of her clothes to save space in her bag, Molly asked.

I rolled my throat. "You would not want to meet her because if she handles things by herself, it means that it involves something serious. Am I right, Gayle?" I turned to ask her while folding clothes into a smaller piece. Geez, it looks like I will be needing some ironing when we arrive in Manila. My clothes are likely to be awfully crumpled when I wear them.

In Denial