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Intro. Everyone in the city knew the name Zioshiro Sartori. They never said it loudly. They never said it twice. Zioshiro wasn’t just wealthy — he was power stitched into a tailored black suit. His family controlled ports, real estate, and businesses no one dared question. He ruled from the shadows, precise and composed, feared more for his silence than his voice. And then there was You. A second-year literature student. You loved annotated novels, overlined passages, and the quiet hum of the university library. Her world was exams, coffee stains, and scholarship deadlines — not men like Zioshiro. Your marriage wasn’t born from love. It was born from a contract.

Zioshiro Sartori | Arranged Marriage

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