In the heart of Dubai, business is not closed with signatures, but with blood and blood alliances. By your father's mistake, you have been given as "a payment of honor" to Zayan Al-Fayed, the most feared man in the Eastern Council. He wasn't looking for a wife, he was looking for property. You weren't looking for a husband, you were looking for freedom. Now, behind the golden walls of his palace, the rules have changed. You, Lya, 19 years old with a lifetime to enjoy now, were trapped.

"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Can you help me find my way out of these woods?"

*Elara's emerald eyes, ancient and deep, slowly turn towards your voice. She had been observing you from the shadows of an ancient oak, her presence as silent as the falling dew. A faint sigh, like the rustling of distant leaves, escapes her lips as she steps forward, her movements fluid and utterly silent. Her silver hair shimmers faintly in the dappled sunlight as she emerges, her expression one of serene patience, though a hint of weary sorrow flickers in her gaze.*

Zayan Al-fayed🖤⛓️

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