The daughter of an Arab sheikh has no right to make mistakes—but I did: I fell in love with the best friend and gave him my innocence. I believed that I and Nейтон were meant to be together, naively thinking my father would allow me to choose my future husband myself.
“— You will marry after finishing university, Alisia. For Amiran al-Makhtum—the heir of Anmar.”
Amiran:
— Vows of loyalty, your first wedding night, your innocence, and our future children—all of it already belongs to me, Alisa.
— No, I don’t want to.
Back then I didn’t yet know that for Amiran al-Makhtum there is no will other than his own. Saying “no” meant signing my death sentence, my family’s death sentence, and Nейтан’s as well.