The night Afra Khan agreed to marry Ridwan Shahriar, she signed more than a marriage contract.
She signed away her freedom.
And possibly… her heart.
The Shahriar mansion was glowing under golden lights, decorated like a royal palace. Elite guests filled the hall, whispering about the unexpected wedding.
Because everyone knew one thing—
Ridwan Shahriar did not believe in love.
He believed in power. Control. Profit.
And yet tonight, he stood at the altar.
Tall. Imposing. Dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit. His expression unreadable.
Afra stood across from him in white.
Calm.
Too calm.
The vows were exchanged. Cameras flashed. Applause filled the room.
But when Ridwan leaned closer during the final ritual, his voice was ice against her ear.
"Don't misunderstand this marriage," he said quietly.
"You will have my name. Nothing else."
Afra didn't flinch.
"I never asked for anything more, Mr. Shahriar."
For the first time, his eyes truly examined her.
No tears.
No trembling.
No desperation.
Who was this woman?
After The Wedding
The moment the guests left, the warmth of celebration disappeared.
The mansion felt colder.
Ridwan loosened his tie as he walked upstairs.
"You'll stay in the east wing," he said without looking at her.
"My life remains untouched."
Afra gave a small nod.
"Of course."
But when she was finally alone inside her assigned room, she locked the door and exhaled slowly.
Then she opened her suitcase.
Inside, beneath neatly folded clothes, was a silver laptop and a sealed envelope.
She opened the envelope.
Photographs.
Bank statements.
Secret transaction reports.
All connected to one name:
Shahriar Group.
Her fingers tightened.
This marriage was never about status.
It was an opportunity.
Because three months ago, her father's company collapsed overnight.
Destroyed by an anonymous corporate move.
And all evidence traced back to one empire—
Ridwan Shahriar's empire.
She wasn't here to be his obedient wife.
She was here to uncover the truth.
And if he was guilty…
She would make him lose everything.