The daughter of an Arab sheikh has no right to make a mistake—but I made one: I fell in love with the best friend and gave him my innocence. I believed that it was meant for me and Naiton to be together, naively thinking that my father would allow me to choose my future husband myself.
“— You will marry after finishing university, Alyisia. For Amiran al-Maktoum—the heir of Anmar.”
Amiran:
“— Oaths of loyalty, your first wedding night, your innocence and our future children—everything already belongs to me, Alisa.”
“— No, I don’t want to.”
And only then, back then, I didn’t know that for Amiran al-Maktoum there is no will other than his own. Saying “no” meant signing a death sentence for myself, for my family, and for Naiton.