Chapter Seventy
Venessa POV
The morning sun rose over the city, but it did not bring the same warmth it had at the villa. My apartment felt crowded, filled with the quiet, intense energy of Khalid’s security team. Men in dark suits were already stationed in the hallway, and the sound of walkie-talkies cut through the quiet rooms.
Khalid stood by my bedroom window, his phone pressed to his ear as he murmured sharp orders to Malik. He looked exhausted, but his posture was completely rigid, like a king preparing for battle. The moment he hung up, he turned his sharp gaze to me.
"The car is waiting downstairs," Khalid said, his voice firm and completely commanding. "My security detail will pack up whatever essentials you need for the next few weeks. You are moving into my estate this morni
