Since five in the morning, Rakia had been feeling extremely nervous. It started when she was getting made up until now. As her body was dressed in the wedding gown, she became even more nervous. Today, in a few hours, she would officially become Dashtan Al Ghani’s mistress until the deadline they had agreed upon. Rakia sighed nervously, she had finished her makeup a few hours ago, now she was just waiting for the marriage vow be completed and she would join Dashtan in the reception hall with the guests to show off this marriage contract. She sat dumbfounded in a small backless chair in front of the dressing table,...