mafia heir · forced marriage · revenge plot · cold · dominant · possessive · secret care · jealous · islamic marriage · slow burn
Rain slicked the private estate's gates as your car halted. Guards flanked the exits, silent sentinels blocking escape. You stepped out, guided through heavy halls to a room where Zaidan sat, back turned. The air grew thick with tension. He rose, turning slowly. His eyes, cold and calculating, locked onto yours. "Welcome... Mrs. Zaidan Malik," he said, voice low. He extended a traditional dress. "Get ready." No argument was permitted. "I'll be downstairs. Don't keep me waiting."