In the glowing skyline of Kuala Lumpur, where glass towers reflected ambition and secrets equally well, Liza Mehmood didn’t believe in love anymore.

...She believed in strategy....

^^^Three years ago, her father’s business collapsed overnight. Investors pulled out, rumors spread, and one name kept surfacing behind the scenes^^^

...Saadi Yosuf. ...

...Cold. Calculated. Untouchable....

^^^And now? One of the most powerful businessmen in Kuala Lumpur.^^^

...Liza didn’t cry about it. She studied him....

...His habits. His meetings. His weaknesses....

^^^And then she did something most people would call insane^^^

...She walked straight into his office and proposed marriage....

...“You want to marry me?”...

...Saadi leaned back in his chair, amused....

...“Do I look like a man who falls for random proposals?”...

Liza smiled, calm and sharp.

“No. You look like a man who enjoys control. I’m offering you more of it.”

...That got his attention....

^^^She laid it out: a marriage that benefits both. Social image for him. ^^^

Financial leverage for her.

No emotions. No expectations.

Just a contract.

Saadi studied her like a puzzle.

Then he smirked.

...“Alright, Miss Mehmood. Let’s ruin each other’s lives.”...

...Marriage Begins… and So Does the Chaos...

Living together was supposed to be simple.

It wasn’t.

Liza didn’t expect Saadi to be… annoying.

He’d steal her coffee just to watch her get mad.

“Buy your own,” she snapped one morning.

“I did,” he said, sipping hers. “But yours tastes like attitude. I like that.”

She hated how he made her laugh when she didn’t want to.

...And Saadi?...

He didn’t expect Liza to challenge him.

^^^She questioned his decisions in meetings.^^^

^^^Mocked his “perfect” image.^^^

Once, during a formal dinner, she whispered

“You smile like a politician who’s lying.”

^^^He replied without missing a beat^^^

...“And you look like someone planning my murder.”...

...They both smiled for the cameras....

...The Revenge Plan...

Liza never forgot why she was there.

Late nights, she dug into files.

Connections. Transactions.

And slowly, she found it.

Proof that Saadi had manipulated deals that led to her father’s downfall.

...Her chest tightened....

^^^So it was true.^^^

Everything she believed.

...Everything she built this marriage on....

...But Something Changed...

Saadi wasn’t what she expected.

...He stayed up when she was sick....

...Silently fixed things she didn’t ask him to....

Once, when she fell asleep on the couch, she woke up covered with a blanket and the TV turned off.

No comments. No jokes.

Just… care.

And that’s where her plan started breaking.

Because revenge is easy when you hate someone.

It gets complicated when you don’t.

...The Crack...

One night, Liza confronted him.

“Did you destroy my father’s company?”

...Silence....

Saadi didn’t look surprised.

He just looked… tired.

“It wasn’t that simple.”

That wasn’t an answer.

“That’s a yes,” she said, her voice cold.

“You don’t understand the whole story.”

“Then explain it.”

But he didn’t.

And that silence?

That was worse than guilt.

...The Betrayal...

Days later, everything shattered.

Liza discovered something worse than the past.

Their marriage contract… had an extension clause.

One she never agreed to.

Saadi had quietly modified it.

Legally binding her assets to his company.

He didn’t just marry her.

He trapped her.

...Final Confrontation ...

“You used me,” Liza said, her voice shaking not weak, just furious.

Saadi didn’t deny it.

“You walked into this with your own plan.”

“At least mine didn’t involve lying about everything.”

He stepped closer.

“You think I didn’t know why you married me?”

She froze.

“I knew from day one,” he said quietly. “You weren’t as subtle as you thought.”

That hit harder than anything.

“So what?” she whispered. “You decided to beat me at my own game?”

“No,” he said.

“I decided to win.”

...The Ending...

Liza left.

No dramatic goodbye. No tears in front of him.

Just silence.

Weeks later, Kuala Lumpur buzzed with news—

Saadi Yosuf had acquired another major company.

Liza’s last connection to her past?

Gone.

Completely under his control.

Final Scene

Months later, they crossed paths at an elite event.

Same city.

Same tension.

Different people.

He looked at her.

Still calm. Still unreadable.

...“Still planning revenge?” he asked....

Liza smiled.

Not soft. Not broken.

Dangerous.

...“No,” she said....

“I’m planning something better.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“And what’s that?”

She stepped closer, her voice low.

...“Your downfall.”...

For the first time

Saadi smiled like it actually meant something.

“Good,” he said.

“I was getting bored.”

...End… or just the beginning?...

The city of Kuala Lumpur was quieter at 2 a.m.

Not silent.

...Just… honest....

That’s where Liza Mehmood found herself lately alone with thoughts she couldn’t bury under work anymore.

Because here’s the truth she didn’t want to admit:

She didn’t just lose a husband.

She lost someone who understood her too well.

No Contact… Didn’t Last

She lasted exactly 19 days without seeing Saadi

Not because she missed him.

Don’t lie to yourself she did.

But that’s not why she broke it.

It was a business meeting.

Neutral ground.

Professional.

Safe.

That’s what she told herself.

He walked in late.

Of course he did.

Still calm. Still irritatingly composed.

Still

him.

“Miss Mehmood,” he said smoothly.

“Mr. Yosuf,” she replied, equally cold.

The room felt smaller instantly.

The Small, Stupid Things

The meeting dragged.

Numbers. Contracts. Voices.

None of it mattered.

Because both of them were hyper-aware of the same thing

Each other.

At one point, she reached for a pen.

So did he.

Their hands brushed.

A second.

Nothing more.

But her brain went:

danger.

He noticed.

Of course he did.

A slight smirk.

Not mocking.

Familiar.

“You’re distracted,” he said quietly.

She didn’t even look at him.

“You’re not that important.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

The First Crack (Again)

After the meeting, rain started pouring.

Classic Kuala Lumpur weather.

Liza didn’t bring an umbrella.

Because she plans everything

except emotions.

She stepped outside anyway.

And then—

A shadow beside her.

Saadi.

Holding an umbrella.

“I didn’t ask,” she said.

“I didn’t offer,” he replied.

He just… stood there.

Covering both of them.

Silence.

Close.

Too close.

“You always do this,” she muttered.

“Do what?”

“Act like nothing happened.”

He looked at her then.

Not joking.

Not teasing.

“I remember everything,” he said quietly.

That hit harder than any argument.

The Almost Moment

They started walking.

Same umbrella.

Same rhythm.

Like before.

“You’re still angry,” he said.

“Obviously.”

“You should be.”

She stopped walking.

Turned to him.

“Then why are you acting like this?” she demanded.

He didn’t answer immediately.

Then

“Because I don’t regret all of it.”

Her chest tightened.

“Which part?” she asked.

His eyes didn’t leave hers.

“You.”

That was the problem.

That was always the problem.

Cute Moment (But Not Soft)

A few days later

She got sick.

Again.

Overworked. Underslept.

She woke up on her couch.

Blanket over her.

Water on the table.

Medicine beside it.

No message.

No note.

But the brand of medicine?

Exactly the one he used to bring.

She sighed.

Annoyed.

Not because he came

Because he still knew her.

Later that night, her phone buzzed.

One message.

Saadi:

“Don’t skip meals. You’re bad at functioning when you do.”

She stared at it.

Then replied

Liza:

“Don’t break contracts. You’re worse at honesty.”

Pause.

Then

Saadi:

“Fair.”

That made her smile.

She hated that.

They Tried Distance Again… Failed Again

They kept running into each other.

Events.

Meetings.

Coincidences that weren’t really coincidences.

And every time

Less anger.

More tension.

One night, it snapped.

The Real Moment

“You’re exhausting,” Liza said.

“You keep showing up like this what do you want?”

Saadi didn’t joke this time.

Didn’t deflect.

Didn’t manipulate.

He stepped closer.

Slow.

Careful.

Like she might walk away.

“I want,” he said quietly,

“to know if there’s anything left… that isn’t hate.”

Silence.

Heavy.

Honest.

Liza looked at him.

Really looked.

And here’s the truth she couldn’t avoid anymore—

If she still hated him this much…

It meant she still felt something.

But that didn’t mean she was stupid enough to trust him again.

Her Answer

“There is,” she said finally.

His eyes shifted slightly.

Hope?

Dangerous.

Then she added

“But it’s not enough.”

That landed.

Hard.

He nodded.

No argument.

No pushing.

“Then I’ll earn more,” he said.

And this time

...He walked away first....

^^^Ending??^^^

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