I’ve always hated Sheikh Zahir Al Adari with all my heart and that will never change, even if marrying him is inevitable.
Marriage, after all, is little more than a piece of paper, right?
My family’s name is the only thing he cares about, an ancient political feud finally settled by this marriage deal.
His ability to undo the hurt he inflicted on my father is the simple price I’ve asked for in exchange for my hand in marriage.
He definitely doesn’t want me.
He’s made it apparent he’d rather marry anyone but me, if he had a choice.
But that’s not how this works. Fate has cast us in these roles, and we must both play our part...