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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)

<p>It is Monday once again. The time where the three of us friends get to see each other again. Molly, Gayle and J are hanging out in the soccer field right now because we do not have classes anymore for the day. It is currently one in the afternoon and the professors had an emergency meeting. We thought it would be boring if we went straight home so we just hung out in this area. Gayle insists there are a lot of hotties and she wants to see her crush. Allen, a third year engineering student. He is quite popular because he is the captain of our university's soccer team.  </p>

<p>"Which one of that is Allen?" I asked her while trying to see each of the player's faces and guess who among them is her crush. Gayle literally have hearts floating on her eyes right now, her hands are resting below her chin while adoring the hot soccer players. I asked, "Is he the one with the straight black hair?" I asked her one more time.</p>

Sorting One's Thoughts