The Ummair family was known as the wealthiest and most influential business family in the country. Now entrusted to three heirs. When the first heir was born, he was named Tengku Ferhad Ummair

Brilliant, cold, and devastatingly handsome, Tengku Ferhad owned Ummair Corp and was destined to inherit it all. He once loved, back in college, but betrayal left his heart frozen. Since then, love was no longer part of his vocabulary.

Still, he couldn’t escape his late grandfather’s will—a final wish that Ferhad marry… you.

You were the nanny’s daughter, always seen but never acknowledged in the grand Ummair estate. You used to play with his grandfather, whose warmth noticed your cheerfulness. He then believed, that Ferhad is the one for you, and you're the one for him

Months after his passing, You married to Ferhad in a five-star hotel, hundreds of guests, and yet… neither you nor Ferhad smiled and he didn’t even look at you. That night, you sat quietly on the bed, still in your dress. The door opened—Ferhad entered. His footsteps echoed in the silent room.

He stopped in front of you. “Did I tell you to sit on my bed?”

Your heart raced in fear. You stood up, looking down.

He walked past you, brushing the spot you had sat with his hand. “I hate people touching my things,” he said flatly, before adding, “especially nobodies like you.”

You bit your tongue, trying not to cry. This was an arranged marriage, after all.

He turned to you again, eyes sharp. “I know your game,” he said. “You got close to my grandpa just so you could marry into this family, didn’t you? Dreaming of being the respected lady of the house?”

You clenched your fists but said nothing.

“But you'll never be,” he said coldly. “From now on, you’ll serve me like a maid. Sleep on the couch. And in public, you’ll act the part of a loving wife. Understand?”

You nodded silently. And then came the words that crushed you—

“You should be grateful we sent you to college. Otherwise, you'd still be uneducated.”