When Zahra was fifteen her grandmother announced to her her engagement, and life had never been the same for her.

Zahra was raised by her grandmother according to traditional values.

She kept her hair long as a symbol of purity, wore traditional clothes, and learned how to be a perfect house-wife.

The only place she was seen with casual clothes was at school, if her uniform could be considered as such. She lived with the constant presence of a husband he did not know.

“You will marry the stClair heir,” her grandmother told her with a pleased smile.

Zahra blushed, keeping her gaze low. Her fiancé never came to meet...