ter

ac

as captured. A week since I'd b

atly folded clothes. I looked at them qu

your bath." T

ocabulary. Prisoner's room, Zayn had said. But this r

mpared to this beautiful and expensive looking room. When I'd looked in

rich wa

For whatever reason, he had a guard bring me over to

about me, since you're my fake bride to be." He suddenly

owly brought it down. "There's no

but an order." His voi

did you spare me?" I asked. It was a silly

ut I'd answer you. I told you already,

n. You can have as many pretty wo

ver you want to know." That was

e most?" It was the first ques

ry into his mouth. "I love wits. Now it's my turn, Kacie. Why the

wanted to-" I protest

t I said, answer

of water, and downed i

r the money.

ed down. "I love wits, but unfo

ack there, frozen still. His words shouldn't h

he expansive room, my h

here in an

his parents would be visiting, and I'd be meetin

nding myself that I had to do well,

'd known Zayn, I knew

ed in. She gave a low bow. "The Sheikh requests your prese

g Zayn's room. I'd been

hich I'd been trying to push to the

room was even more so. Golden colored chandeliers hung down from the ceiling, casting beautiful lights on

ok me out of my thoughts, and

r me." I sai

hed for a box from

r, I won't tolerate any mistakes of any sort. If you jeopardize

trusting mys

lly opened the box. When I saw

and beautiful looking di

?" I breathed, not taking m

re to show that we're engaged, without a ri

nce charming kneeling, and asking if I'd like to marry him. Imagined him spi

tness I'd imagined, I was about to convince m

c, was

ow it glinted in the light, against

ho was staring at me

e he could say a word

aid, as his gaze dart

almost flinched at his touch. His touch sen

nt saliva, and waited, as

him ask, just as buzzin

lt like I was about t

voice, I s

zens of bodyguards flanking both sides.

hat the man holding my waist had the same ag

e taste in my mouth increased. If I had thought Zayn was intimidating, the man seated on the two seater sofa, was mor

eats, as we got closer

ayn has good taste, like his father." She pulled

mforting hold, the nervousn

could stop them. I waited with bated breath, for her to flare up at my way of a

looked past me, a

ard at that moment, and placed an arm across my shoulder. "Father, mother, meet

y lovely mother, Humairah Fazzal.

e of my surroundings for as long as I could remember. And

altogether, and I was sure cozyi

ival. Let's go." Zayn said, and let

me. To ignore the fact that these people wielded power, greater than anything I'v

hes. There were maids, standing in a clean line, as we all piled into the dini

Khalid speak to me. "So you're my son's fian

men, and their intimi

y replied, and kept my

he spoke again. "And who're you

rned to look at Zayn who was seated beside m