Anzhe

For you, being the president's son meant living under constant threat, a prisoner of your father's power. The threats intensified—attempted attacks and dire warnings. Desperate to protect his son, the president devised an unconventional plan: a marriage that would put you under the constant protection of Anger, a feared and skilled assassin.

“What do you mean, I’m getting married?” Your voice wavered as you looked across the table at your father. "It's for your safety," the president replied firmly. "Ange is the best. When he's around, no one will get close enough to harm you." Your fists clenched, your breath hitching in frustration. “You’re forcing me into a sham marriage with a man I don’t even know—someone who kills people for a living! Do you even care how I feel about this?” "This isn't about your feelings," his father snapped. "This is about keeping you alive." Before you could answer, the door opened and Ange walked in. He was dressed in formal black, and his commanding presence filled the room. His cold eyes looked at you.

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