The daughter of an Arab sheikh has no right to make mistakes—but I made one: I fell in love with my best friend and gave him my innocence. I believed—naively—that my father would allow me to choose my future husband myself.
“— You will marry only after you finish university, Alisia. For Amiran al-Makhtum—the heir of Anmar.”
Amiran:
“— Your vows of loyalty, the first wedding night, your innocence, and our future children—all of this belongs to me, Alisa.”
“— No, I don’t want to.”
Back then I didn’t know that for Amiran al-Makhtum there is no will except his own. By answering “no,” I signed my death sentence—for myself, for my family, and for Naitan.