A week later, Ayesha's father was attacked in court.
Not killed.
Warned.
Someone wanted Judge Rahman to drop a major trafficking case.
That same night, Rayan appeared outside their house.
No guards.
No smile.
Just urgency.
"You and your father are in danger."
"My father would rather die than accept help from a criminal."
"Then let him be stubborn," Rayan snapped. "But you're coming with me."
"I'm not going anywhere with you!"
"You already are."
Before she could scream, gunfire erupted near the gate.
Rayan grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his car.
She fought him the whole way.
"You kidnapped me!"
"I saved you."
"You're insane!"
"You're alive."
He took her to a heavily guarded mansion on the outskirts of the city.
Cold marble floors. Silent staff. Armed men in every hallway.
A golden prison.
"For how long?" she demanded.
"Until I find who wants to use you against me."
She stared. "Against you?"
That was the first moment she realized…
This wasn't just about her father.
It was about Rayan.
Someone in the underworld had declared war.
And she was in the middle of it.