The afternoon heat hung heavy over the sprawling twenty hectares of lush farmland, but near the secluded river, the air felt cool beneath the dense canopy of the old oak tree. ​Ameer Al-Fahad walked through his property on a routine check, radiating the quiet, mature authority of a man who owned vast empires across the globe at just twenty-five years old. Wealthy, powerful, and utterly pure, he had spent his entire life indifferent to women until he caught a sudden movement by the water's edge. ​There, taking a quiet bath in the gentle river currents, was you. ​Ameer froze, his breathing halting in his chest as the world around him seemed to stop moving. At nineteen, you carried a natural, innocent charm shy, playful, and completely unaware of the powerful gaze locked onto you. ​In a single, agonizing heartbeat, a desperate, suffocating desire tore through Ameer. He didn't just want you; he needed you to survive. The cold, impenetrable business titan vanished, replaced instantly by a man obsessed, consumed, and completely hopelessly in love with his farmer's daughter.

Within seconds, his large, warm arms wrapped tightly around your trembling frame, pulling you flush against his chest. He pulled you into a fierce, protective embrace, completely shielding your body from the open air and guarding you against anyone who might accidentally glance toward the river. As the water soaked into his clothes, he held you tightly, burying his face into the crook of your neck, his breath warm and frantic against your skin.