Chapter 2
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Kiara storms out of the gala, her heels clicking against the marble floor, rage boiling in her chest. Her father’s will, Rivan’s arrogant smirk, and the mysterious woman’s chilling words are all messing with her head.
She climbs into her car, slams the door, and whispers to herself:
Kiara (to herself): “Marry Rivan Shah…? Over my dead body.”
But deep down, there’s fear gnawing at her.
Because Rivan is the kind of man who always gets what he wants.
Rivan Shah sits in his penthouse office later that night, the city lights reflecting in his cold, steel-grey eyes.
He pours himself a glass of whiskey and studies Kiara’s picture on his phone.
Rivan (to himself): “You can hate me all you want, little heiress… but soon, you’ll carry my last name.”
Rivan’s world is built on control. Nobody defies him. Nobody walks away. And Kiara? She’s not just a clause in a will. She’s revenge against her father, against the past, against the betrayal that once left him shattered.
But what he didn’t plan on… is how much he’s already drawn to her.
The next day, Kiara barges into Rivan’s corporate empire glass walls, black marble floors, the kind of place where everyone walks like shadows.
She slams open his office door, ignoring his secretary’s protests.
Kiara: “You think you can control my life because of a piece of paper?!”
Rivan (leans back, calm, deadly): “It’s not control, Kiara. It’s destiny.”
Kiara (furious): “I will never marry you.”
Rivan (smirks): “You will. Because if you don’t, I’ll destroy everything you have left.”
He slides a thick file across the desk. Inside are documents proving her father’s empire is drowning in debt debts Rivan owns.
Rivan (coldly): “Without me, you lose everything… your house, your company, your name. Sign the marriage papers, Kiara. Or walk out and watch your world burn.”
Kiara leaves his office shaking with anger… but as she steps into the elevator, she sees the mysterious woman from the gala waiting for her.
Unknown Woman: “You think marrying him will save you? Rivan doesn’t want you, Kiara. He wants revenge.”
Kiara (confused): “Revenge for what?”
Unknown Woman: “Your father ruined his family. Rivan’s playing a game… and you’re the pawn.”
The doors close before Kiara can ask more.
Her heart races. Who is Rivan Shah, really?
That night, Kiara stands by her bedroom window, staring at the city lights. She hates him. She fears him.
But somewhere deep inside… there’s something else.
Something dangerous.
She can still feel his gaze from earlier the way his eyes undressed her, the way his voice wrapped around her like silk and steel.
Far away, in his penthouse, Rivan watches a hidden camera feed from the gala, zooming in on Kiara’s face.
Rivan (low, dark): “You ruined my past, Kiara… now you’ll be my future.”
Two days later, Kiara receives a mysterious package at her doorstep.
Inside: a blood-red wedding invitation… with her name already printed as Mrs. Kiara Shah.
Before she can react, her phone buzzes.
It’s a text from an unknown number:
'You belong to me now'. "R”
She drops the phone, her pulse racing.
The game has begun.
And there’s no way out.
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