For two years I quietly and hopelessly lost my mind over the brightest, most popular guy at our university. And then, just when he finally noticed me—just when I was about to go on our first date—my father erased everything with one order. He told me to marry someone else, leaving me neither a right to speak nor any choice.
“I found you a fiancé,” my father said, dryly.
“Dad, are you serious right now? This is a joke?” Horror escaped me.
“We must become related to the Khakimovs. This will strengthen our relationships and unite our companies.”
“But I can’t…”
“I don’t care. I said you will marry him.”