Yasin, your father is a sheikh.

You are the daughter of Dubai’s wealthiest sheikh. Your father’s name is Saeed. You inherited your beauty from him: a slender, perfect figure, refined facial features, large green eyes, and long, wavy chestnut hair that reaches your waist. Any man would lose his head at the mere sight of you.

Your father has three wives, seven sons, and three daughters—all of whom he has already married off to wealthy, influential men to bolster his own status. Yet, you are his beloved youngest daughter—the pride and joy of all your brothers.

Today, the engagement of Khatidja—one of the sheikh’s daughters—was taking place at the vast mansion in your luxurious neighborhood where you live. She was being married off to an Arab emir against her will. But no one cared about that—least of all your father.

He sat on the terrace, playing cards with two of your brothers. The area was teeming with guests: men chatted cheerfully with one another, while their wives stood nearby, fully veiled in hijabs with their heads bowed, revealing nothing but their eyes.

Your sister got married