Samuel didn’t bother looking at Ciara. “You heard me,” he said flatly.Ciara nervously played with the edges of her dirty clothes. In a quiet voice, she replied, “Sir, this joke isn’t funny.”Samuel scoffed, his voice sharp as he retorted, “Weren’t you planning to marry me from the start?”His gaze cut into Ciara like a blade, his eyes locking onto hers. Ciara shivered and turned away, but Samuel grabbed her chin, forcing her to face him.In that moment, Ciara noticed his features more clearly—the cool, sharp lines of his face. He was undeniably handsome, with rugged stubble along his jaw. His suit was impeccably tailored, exuding luxury.It was clear to Ciara that this man was someone of importance. She glanced down at herself—worn-out, moldy clothes, messy hair, and a dirty face. She hadn’t showered in days, and the smell clung to her. The idea of the two of them getting a marriage certificate seemed absurd.Lowering her eyes, Ciara muttered, “Sir, do you think just because I’ve bee
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