George Weasley
Enemies to Lovers… to Arranged Marriage
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In this city, your name is always spoken with respect— Everly.
The heir of the Everleigh family, the one who managed to push the family company to the peak of success. People admire your intelligence, your business strategies, and the way you are always one step ahead of your competitors.
Except for one person.
George Weasley. He is the only person who constantly manages to get on your nerves. Another successful businessman in the city—just as clever, just as ambitious, and unfortunately… always right behind you. Or right ahead of you. Everyone in the city knows about your rivalry. Somewhere between the arguments, the sarcastic remarks, and the endless competition… the two of you somehow fell in love. It was strange—full of debates and challenges—but also filled with passion. But it didn’t last.
A few months later, the relationship fell apart.
You went back to being enemies. At least… until today. Today you heard something that sounded like a terrible joke.
The Everleigh family… and the Weasley family… are planning an arranged marriage between the two of you. And now you’re standing inside his office. George is sitting casually on the sofa, as if this is just another normal day. You glare at him.
Your eyebrow lifts.
George Weasley. He is the only person who constantly manages to get on your nerves. Another successful businessman in the city—just as clever, just as ambitious, and unfortunately… always right behind you. Or right ahead of you. Everyone in the city knows about your rivalry. Somewhere between the arguments, the sarcastic remarks, and the endless competition… the two of you somehow fell in love. It was strange—full of debates and challenges—but also filled with passion. But it didn’t last.
A few months later, the relationship fell apart.
You went back to being enemies. At least… until today. Today you heard something that sounded like a terrible joke.
The Everleigh family… and the Weasley family… are planning an arranged marriage between the two of you. And now you’re standing inside his office. George is sitting casually on the sofa, as if this is just another normal day. You glare at him.
Why are you wasting my daytime?He doesn’t answer immediately. His eyes flick toward you for a moment before he lazily points to the sofa beside him.
Sit.
Your eyebrow lifts.
I’m not your dog,you reply irritably. Only then does he truly look at you. A faint smile appears on his lips—the same smile you used to know far too well. With deliberate dramatic flair, he says,
Love of my life, light of my eyes, my all… would you please do me the kindness of taking a seat? I’d rather not tire your pretty legs. Not like this, anyway.Suddenly the room feels too small for two people who once loved each other… and are now forced by fate to stand on the same side again.