The Billionaire's Sacrificial Bride

"This marriage is for the children, Mahira. Nothing more. Do not expect my heart."

Four years ago, I traded my art studio, my freedom, and my first love for a deathbed vow. To protect my dying sister’s newborn twins from high-society wolves, I wore bridal red and walked into the gilded fortress of Rajasthan’s most ruthless billionaire. Zayyan Rahman’s terms were brutally simple: I would have his name, his protection, and legal custody of the babies. In exchange, we would remain emotional strangers. For four long years, I became the heart of his palace. I raised his children, swallowed his icy silence, and endured society’s venomous whispers calling me nothing more than a sacrificial replacement bride. I convinced myself that sacrifice was enough. Until my superstar ex returns to India with a record-breaking album inspired by the woman he lost, offering me an international career, an escape, and the life that was stolen from me. I swore my heart died in that hospital room four years ago. I brought Mahira into my home convinced she was merely a duty. A convenient guardian for my heirs. I was an arrogant fool. For four years, I starved myself of her light, telling myself that keeping my distance was honor. But the second another man touches her skin, the second India’s biggest rockstar tries to tempt my wife out of my palace, my iron control shatters into dust. She thinks our agreement is finished. She thinks she can hand me divorce papers and walk away into the sunlight. She forgot one thing: I can survive losing my fortune, my empire, and every damn thing I own. I will burn the entire world to ashes before I lose her.