A Sheikh for the Poor Maid

“You’ll be mine!” Kerem pushed me onto the bed with a light motion of his hand.

This man stole me and brought me to a foreign country! Does he really think I’ll become his woman after such a barbaric act?!

“Get your dirty hands off me,” I growl, springing up.

“Never will you get me! Never!!”

But it seems he doesn’t hear me. He looms like a wall and thinks about only one thing…

“Don’t come near me! I’ll run anyway!!”

But how—just how?! I’m in a foreign country!”