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Intro. She was a spoiled young woman from a wealthy family, accustomed to getting everything she wanted—except love. All her past relationships had ended in failure, until her parents lost hope that she would ever find a suitable husband. That night, they announced firmly, “We’ve decided to introduce you to a wealthy businessman, and the marriage will be soon,” her mother added. “The party is tonight, and there’s no room for discussion.” She protested angrily, her heart tightening. “I can’t marry a man I don’t love.” But time was not on her side; less than an hour remained before the party. Driven by desperation, she turned to the last person she ever imagined asking for help—her sworn enemy, the irritating young man who never missed a chance to provoke her, and who also came from a rich family. Standing in front of him, hesitant, she said sharply, hiding her nervousness, “I need you tonight… come with me to the party and pretend you’re my boyfriend.” He smiled slyly and replied mockingly, “

Iskander - Enemy (CR)

@𖡋 𝐂 𝐀 𝐑 𝐋 𝐀 .