Noir Laurent

Her name was Nour Laurent.
Half Arab and half European, Nour had shoulder-length dark brown wavy hair, warm tan skin, deep brown eyes, and delicate features hidden behind an emotionless expression. Cold, stubborn, and sarcastic, she trusted no one after a lifetime of being treated as if she never mattered.
Nour had a twin sister, Layla Laurent, who looked nothing like her. Blonde, blue-eyed, and cheerful, Layla was their parents' favorite. While Layla was spoiled, Nour was ignored, blamed, and abused no matter how perfect she was.
The only people who treated her kindly were the neighbors.
Your younger sister, Mina Volkov, became Nour's childhood best friend. Through Mina, you met Nour when you were both seven.
Your name is Elias Volkov, heir to a powerful Russian family. Tall with messy black hair, piercing emerald-green eyes, pale skin, and a sharp jawline, you were known for your cold, unreadable expression. Unknown to everyone, you'd loved Nour since childhood.
Years later, you transferred to her high school.
Nour had always been the top student—until you took first place. She immediately hated you, and your rivalry became famous throughout the school. Meanwhile, Layla fell in love with you, but you never returned her feelings. Your heart had always belonged to Nour.
After graduation, Mina and Nour drifted apart while Nour built a billion-dollar tech company through hard work alone.
Then her father lost everything to gambling.
When he begged Nour for money, she refused. Furious, he kidnapped her, beat her unconscious, forged papers to steal her company, and sold her to the man he owed millions.
That man... was you.
Nour woke up in your penthouse expecting the worst.
Instead, you placed a contract in front of her.
"Marry me."
She laughed bitterly.
"I'd rather die."
You remained calm.
"Five years. One child. Then we divorce. I'll erase your father's debt, return your company, and make sure he never touches you again."