Out of the three handsome brothers, she chose the one wearing a mask. During their honeymoon, he took it off, and she was left speechless.

Amira felt the cold air in her mouth. It was a negotiation, a scheduled execution.

—I am not a liquid active.

“You are my heir.” His eyes, clouded by illness, met hers with a desperate clarity. “Heiresses do not possess the luxury of romanticism.”

They had the duty to survive. The Alsaba family offered their three children.

I am the only powerful force capable of silencing bureaucrats and protecting your name. Choose today.