Chapter Two Hundred And Eight
Venessa’s pov
The sun was setting over the Gulf, throwing long, orange shadows across the marble floors of our new bedroom. I spent the late afternoon unpacking the last of our personal clothes, wanting our private space to feel exactly like home. Khalid was still locked away in the main study down the hall, dealing with the shipping managers in Singapore. I could hear the faint, deep rumble of his voice through the thick walls whenever the house went completely quiet. It was a comforting sound, a reminder that no matter how massive this fortress was, my husband was the one controlling it.
A soft knock on the double doors broke the silence. I stopped folding a green sweater and turned around. I expected to see Mrs. Gable, the kind, elderly nanny who had be
