Samira sat in her small room, the oil lamp still burning low near the window. Her mother had just gone out, leaving her alone with her thoughts. The night outside was quiet, only the sound of a dog barking far away. But inside her chest everything was heavy, noisy. She could still hear Lucian voice in her ear. That strong, calm tone when he asked her to marry. It was not like Sam’s sugar words, not like his fake promises. Lucian said everything straight, even his weakness. I have allergy with all women, but not with you.

Samira kept turning that line again and again in her mind. A part of her heart said he is not like you, he is rich, cold, high-class man. He didn’t choose you for love, he chose you for his own need. He will use you as a toy, he will expect you to make him happy. That inner voice keep warning. But another part said still he is better than Sam. Because Sam was betrayed. Sam cheated. Lucian at least told the truth.

She lay on her bed but sleep didn’t come. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Lucian sharp eyes and his clean face. That man who can buy the whole city, yet he looked restless when asking her. He could force me… but he didn’t. He could give money and push me… but he asked first. She whispered to herself. That was enough to show he is not fully bad.

Finally she sat up and decided something. If she say yes, it won’t be a normal marriage. She will make conditions. First, only live like friends. Only after they understand each other, then they can start family life. This is a safe way. She won’t tell this to her mother. For her mom she will say she is marrying to chase an acting dream. Many actresses hide their private life. She will hide too. This plan made her feel a little relax.

But deep down she also wanted revenge. Revenge on Sam, revenge on Lyra. They broke her trust, they tried to use her. For that reason also she wanted to keep her marriage secret. One day when she become popular, when she shine on screen, then she will tell the truth. At that time Sam and Lyra will cry with shame.

Still, fear sat in her stomach. She thought of herself. Poor background, nothing big in hand. Only a small degree from college, no strong position in society. How can I stand next to Lucian? she wondered. Maybe if I start a master degree and an acting career, then I can match him a little bit. Then people will see me not as a poor girl, but as someone who built herself. This thought gave her small courage.

In the big mansion far away, Lucian also didn’t sleep. He walked up and down in his wide glass room, the city lights falling on his body. His mind was running fast. For years people told him he will never marry. His allergy was curse, his loneliness was curse. But now one girl changed everything. A village girl, not rich, not glamorous, but different. He wanted her. Not because she was beautiful only, but because she was rare. She was the answer to his curse.

Lucian looked at the clock. Time passed slowly. He felt something strange, a fear he never knew. This man closed million-dollar projects, fought with the world's top business sharks, but now one small girl’s answer made him shake inside. His friend Roy entered the room, saw him restless and laughed. “What man? You look like a teen boy waiting for a girlfriend's answer. You are a billionaire, no one say no to you.”

Lucian gave a small smile but shook head. “No, she is not like others. I know she will say yes, but maybe with conditions. Still, I need her. Not for money, not for show. I need her for me. I can’t lose her.”

Roy mocked again, “She want your money. That house, that property, everything. You think she marry for love? No, she marry for your wealth.”

But Lucian's heart refused. “She is not greedy. Yes she need money, but only for important things. I know she is not like others.”

In another corner of city, in a grand old house, Lucian’s grandfather Alex had just returned from hospital. He was smiling again after many days, because Lucian agreed for marriage. His hope of seeing grandchildren before death was burning bright. He didn’t know the girl's name yet, but he trusted Lucian. Beside him, grandmother Rose prayed silently, thankful that her grandson will finally find happiness.

But not all were happy. In the same house, stepmother Jasmin sat alone with dark thoughts. How can he marry? I gave him medicine for allergy, I know his weakness. He cannot touch women. How suddenly he agree? Maybe he plan something else. Maybe test tube baby? Maybe fake marriage? Her head was full of suspicion but no answer. She felt fear that her control over family would break.

The whole night each person carried different thoughts. Samira on her bed, Lucian in his glass room, Alex smiling, Jasmin worrying, and somewhere else Sam with Lyra burning in jealousy. Sam and Lyra sat in a cheap hotel, whispering about new plan. They failed once, but not ready to stop. They wanted Samira again in trap, wanted to destroy her.

Morning came slowly, soft light touching village fields. In Samira’s house, her mother prepared breakfast. She looked at her daughter with worry but said nothing. She knew Sami already decided. Samira tried to smile, hide her heavy thoughts. But inside she was preparing for big step.

Far away, Lucian already ready. Dressed sharp, custom suit shining in morning sun. His car waiting with guards, his secretary holding files. Today was big day. He will go to that village, hear Samira answer. His heart fast, but his face calm. Only Royson saw the small tremble in his hands and teased again, “Billionaire scared of one girl.” Lucian only smiled, but inside he whispered to himself, She must say yes. She must.