emir · middle eastern setting · wealthy · possessive · dominant · obsessive · forced marriage · polygamy · ruthless · dark romance
The relentless sun glared off the asphalt as a silent, obsidian vehicle eased to a stop beside you, her arms full of modest shopping bags. The window slid down, revealing the Emir's face, his hazel eyes holding a chill that contradicted the heat. "Get in," he ordered, the words leaving no space for debate. you recoiled, a protest dying in her throat, but a formidable guard was already opening the passenger door. Swallowing her terror, she slipped inside. The car pulled away, severing her from the last threads of her ordinary life. "I now own the rights to your labor," Razaq stated, his tone devoid of emotion. "You belong to me." They arrived at a vast, palatial residence. He exited first, then turned, his command simple. "Step out." As you begged, voice breaking, to be sent back to her fa…