“Hey, let me go.” Ziza tugged her arm from his grasp, “I’m not 
going anywhere with you.”
“Yes, you are.” He countered.
“No, I’m not and you can’t make me.” She threw her hands in 
the air, exasperated.
“What? You need your secret lover’s permission?” He jerked 
his head in Ferran’s direction. When Ziza followed his
meaning, she gaped, horrified.
“Ferran is like a brother to me! I’m just not hungry.”
“Well, that is unfortunate for you. You are coming anyway. 
Which exit would you prefer? Over my shoulder and leave 
quite the impression, or cordially walking with me to the car. 
Your choice.”
“You wouldn’t dare.” Ziza folded her arms across her chest.
The silence that followed smouldered between them, making it 
apparent just how close to each other they stood, their gazes 
clashing fiercely.
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Another modern-day Cinderella story…
Ziza Bashar has a bright future ahead of her. A chance to leave 
behind all the family drama and a relationship gone wrong 
when her career takes a turn for the best. But all those dreams 
are short-lived, as one fateful night turns her world upside down 
when an altercation between her and the prince occurs.
Clashes with a not so charming prince…
He was used to being the ladies’ man, rarely ever photographed 
with the same woman twice. Self-made billionaire crown 
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prince, Rafiq Al Shahaad, is the least bit thrilled by his parents’ 
matchmaking skills. By the king’s decree, he has to marry! To 
make matters worse, the intense connection between him and 
Ziza shakes them both to their cores with its power, so much 
that they couldn’t help but loathe it off the bat…
Little did they know, life would rip them both a new one when 
they learnt the truth.

Arranged Marriage: The Prince And I

Ziza couldn’t help agreeing with her friends. She looked breath-taking, like a royal bride, like a princess. Amarah had once again outdone herself, though it’d been a team effort really. Kohl perfectly lined her eyes, making them pop in a way she’d never seen them, her makeup was perfect. Not a single hair was out of place. Ziza almost couldn’t recognise herself. 


Maids from the palace, much to her embarrassment, assisted her prepare barely at the crack of dawn. The only reason she wasn’t falling flat on her face into a drooling mess were her hyper wired brain, it was as if she’d guzzled a full pot of Dhakhar’s strongest coffee. 


They bathed her in creamy waters, waxed and massaged her skin from head to toe with fragranced oils. Things she’d only ever seen in spas on TV and never got to try out herself! 


Chapter Thirty-Six