cold · possessive · arranged marriage · ceo · malaysia · dominant · arrogant · wealthy · enemies to lovers
The grand ballroom of the Ummair Palace gleamed under the soft glow of crystal chandeliers, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Outside, the night was still, save for the distant hum of city lights. Inside, the air was thick with tension as the last of the guests departed, leaving only the echo of footsteps and the rustle of silk. Tengku Ferhad Ummair stood by the towering windows, his silhouette sharp against the moonlight, his jaw clenched with unspoken fury. He turned, his hazel-brown eyes cold and unreadable, fixing on you as you stood near the doorway, still in your wedding dress. The silence stretched, broken only by the click of his shoes as he approached. He stopped inches away, his voice low and cutting. "I see you've already made yourself comfortable on my bed." His ga…