chapter 1

Amira walked Graceful into a hotel, she wore a black knee-length dress that matched with centimeter heels that adorned her smooth legs.

Her beautiful face is striking and steals the attention of those who see it. Without suspicion, the thin-lipped sweet woman waved at her husband who was sitting waiting on one of the restaurant chairs.

"Dear!" Amira exclaimed happily, she quickened her steps so that the heels she was wearing clicked on the floor by attracting some attention from the people around her, the woman was very happy because Reyhan asked her to meet him at a fancy restaurant they were not used to before.

"Hey honey, have a seat." Rayhan stood up and pulled a chair for amira. "Thank you, dear," Amira said as she sat herself down, then smiled sweetly at the handsome 35-year-old man in front of her, her eyes sparkling brightly when she saw the candle and the two steaks that were already served on the table.

Reyhan returned the woman's gaze with shady eyes, then gripped his wife's fingers very gently. "Actually, this dinner is not for the two of us, honey," Amira suddenly surprised. His eyes swooped down with yellow skin starting to wrinkle.

"Then why did you tell me to dress up pretty in the salon and prepare all this dinner, honey?" Amira asked starting to wonder.

He then laughed because he felt Rayhan was just joking. "Ah, are you trying to trick me, honey? Or maybe you don't believe in yourself with the surprise you made yourself?" The woman giggled loudly with joy. However, Reyhan soon broke his happiness.

"I'm sorry, Amira," the man began to bow deeply, his facial expression immediately changed drastically, making Amira even more clueless as to what was really going on. "You know that my company is going through a crisis, right?" Ryan said slowly.

"Continue?" A bad premonition suddenly entered through the recess of Amira's heart, the woman fixed her gaze on Reyhan to wait for an answer. "One of the leaders wants to help me invest in a company with a sizeable amount, but he asks for one condition. That is to exchange his kindness for you to marry him."

Amira walked Graceful into a hotel, she wore a black knee-length dress that matched with centimeter heels that adorned her smooth legs.

Her beautiful face is striking and steals the attention of those who see it. Without suspicion, the thin-lipped sweet woman waved at her husband who was sitting waiting on one of the restaurant chairs.

"Dear!" Amira exclaimed happily, she quickened her steps so that the heels she was wearing clicked on the floor by attracting some attention from the people around her, the woman was very happy because Reyhan asked her to meet him at a fancy restaurant they were not used to before.

"Hey honey, have a seat." Rayhan stood up and pulled a chair for amira. "Thank you, dear," Amira said as she sat herself down, then smiled sweetly at the handsome 35-year-old man in front of her, her eyes sparkling brightly when she saw the candle and the two steaks that were already served on the table.

Reyhan returned the woman's gaze with shady eyes, then gripped his wife's fingers very gently. "Actually, this dinner is not for the two of us, honey," Amira suddenly surprised. His eyes swooped down with yellow skin starting to wrinkle.

"Then why did you tell me to dress up pretty in the salon and prepare all this dinner, honey?" Amira asked starting to wonder. He then laughed because he felt Rayhan was just joking.

"Ah, are you trying to trick me, honey? Or maybe you don't believe in yourself with the surprise you made yourself?" The woman giggled loudly with joy.

However, Reyhan soon broke his happiness. "I'm sorry, Amira," the man began to bow deeply, his facial expression immediately changed drastically, making Amira even more clueless as to what was really going on.

"You know that my company is going through a crisis, right?" Ryan said slowly. "Continue?" A bad premonition suddenly entered through the recess of Amira's heart, the woman fixed her gaze on Reyhan to wait for an answer.

"One of the leaders wants to help me invest in a company with a sizeable amount, but he asks for one condition. That is to exchange his kindness for you to marry him."

"Greetings to meet Miss Amira! My name is Adit, Mr. Rafa Alexander's personal secretary. From today Ms. Amira has officially become Mr. Rafa's possession, I will arrange your marriage certificate with Mr. Rafa as soon as possible." "Crazy, who wants to be her woman," Amira almost stepped and left a crazy mess in that place, but the two bodyguards who noticed that she was watching immediately grabbed the woman's body so she wouldn't run away.

"All of you bastards." A strong shriek escaped from Amira's trembling lips. Obviously he was very shy, but his haughty nature was not yet flexible.

The woman continued to struggle until her arm was scratched due to being gripped tightly by the two strong hands of Rafa's bodyguards.

"Rayhan... quickly say that if you don't agree to the contract, return all their money. I will take advantage of your stupidity, we can rebuild with a simple life together." As if she had no shame, Amira pleaded with her husband who in fact no longer had any power in his life.

"I have already signed a black agreement on paper with Mr. Rafa. If this agreement is canceled, you will also land in prison with me for a long period of time. Please understand it is for the good of us all and Hazel,"

"Fuck!" A hard slap floated on Rayhan's cheek for the second time, Amira's eyes stared at the man more and more disgusted and fiery.

Amira shouted loudly with all her strength, "Which part do I have to understand? In what way do I have to accept all this crazy treatment.

Don't you think about Hazel? Where is the kindness you say." Amira bowed deeply, the world had collapsed and the million arrogance she had been proud of in front of Rafa earlier.

The woman was crying loudly while holding her left chest which seemed to be being torn apart without saying anything else.

To be continued.