Marjana never imagined that a single phone call could change the direction of her entire life.
It was raining heavily that evening. The city lights blurred behind the glass window of the small café where she worked part-time after university. Her phone vibrated inside her apron pocket.
Unknown Number.
She hesitated, then answered.
"Is this Marjana Rahman?"
The voice was calm, deep, authoritative.
"Yes… who's speaking?"
"I'm calling from Niyaz Group. Mr. Niyaz Ahmed wants to see you. Tonight."
Her breath stopped.
Niyaz Ahmed.
The youngest billionaire CEO in the country. Cold. Ruthless. Powerful. A man whose name alone could make companies rise or fall overnight.
"There must be a mistake," she said nervously. "I don't know any Mr. Niyaz."
"There is no mistake," the voice replied. "A car will pick you up in one hour."
The call ended.
Marjana stood frozen. Her heart pounded. She was just an ordinary girl—no connections, no power, no wealth. Why would he want to see her?
One Hour Later
The black luxury car stopped in front of a glass skyscraper that touched the clouds. Niyaz Group Headquarters.
Inside, everything screamed power—marble floors, silent elevators, people moving like disciplined machines.
She was escorted to the top floor.
The doors opened.
And there he was.
Niyaz Ahmed stood near the window, hands in his pockets, staring at the city like it belonged to him.
Tall. Sharp jawline. Perfectly tailored black suit. Eyes so cold they looked like they could see through lies and souls.
"You're late," he said without turning.
"I… I came as fast as I could," Marjana replied softly.
He turned.
Their eyes met.
For a second, something strange passed between them—recognition… or destiny.
"Sit," he said.
She obeyed.
Without wasting time, he slid a file across the table.
"I need you to marry me."
Marjana's mind went blank.
"W-What?"
"It will be a contract marriage," he continued calmly. "One year. You will live with me, act as my wife in public. No love. No emotions. After one year, we divorce."
Her hands trembled.
"You must be joking," she whispered.
"I never joke about business," Niyaz replied. "And this is business."
"Why me?" she asked, her voice shaking. "You could choose anyone."
His jaw tightened.
"Because you are the only one who fits the conditions," he said. "And because you need money."
Her eyes widened.
"How do you—"
"I know everything about you," he interrupted. "Your father's debt. Your mother's medical bills. Your scholarship at risk."
Tears burned her eyes.
"I'll pay everything," he added coldly. "In return, you sign this."
He pushed the pen toward her.
Marjana stared at the contract.
This wasn't marriage.
This was a cage made of gold.
"I need time," she whispered.
"You have ten minutes," he said, checking his watch. "Your father's creditors won't wait longer than that."
Her heart shattered.
Slowly… painfully… she picked up the pen.
And signed.
Three Months Later
The world saw them as the perfect couple.
Powerful CEO. Elegant wife.
But behind closed doors, silence ruled.
They slept in separate rooms. Spoke only when necessary. Lived like strangers bound by paper.
Until one night.
Marjana woke up to a loud thunderstorm. Memories of her childhood fear flooded back. Without thinking, she ran—straight into Niyaz's room.
He looked up from his laptop.
"What are you doing here?"
Her voice broke. "I… I can't sleep."
For the first time, he saw her vulnerable.
Without a word, he closed the laptop.
"Stay," he said quietly.
She sat on the edge of the bed.
The storm outside raged.
The silence between them felt different tonight.
Dangerous.
When lightning flashed, she flinched.
Instinctively, he reached out and held her wrist.
Electricity shot through both of them.
They froze.
Slowly, their eyes met.
Too close.
Too intense.
For the first time, Niyaz's cold mask cracked.
"Marjana…" he whispered.
She felt her heart betray her.
This was not part of the contract.
She pulled her hand away and stood up.
"This was a mistake," she said, rushing out.
But Niyaz stayed frozen, staring at the door.
Because for the first time in his life…
He felt fear.
Fear of losing control.
The Next Morning
Marjana came down for breakfast.
And froze.
A beautiful woman stood beside Niyaz, her hand possessively on his arm.
Niyaz looked at Marjana, his expression unreadable.
"This is Alina," he said.
"My fiancée."
Marjana felt the ground disappear beneath her feet.
Fiancée?
Then what was she?
Before she could speak, Alina smiled sweetly.
"Oh, you must be the contract wife," she said softly.
"I hope you know your place."
Marjana's heart shattered into pieces.
And Niyaz…
Didn't deny it.
End of Part 1
Will Marjana walk away—or fight for a love that was never meant to exist?
Why did Niyaz hide the truth about Alina?
Who is the real woman in his heart?
👉 Part 2 will reveal a secret that changes EVERYTHING.