Chapter Two Hundred and Seven
Vanessa’s POV
The wheels of the private Al-Mansour Gulfstream jet touched down on the private tarmac with a smooth, heavy thud. Looking out the thick oval window, the view of Manchester’s grey skies and constant rain had been completely replaced by a brilliant, blinding horizon. The desert heat was already visible, dancing in waves over the concrete.
We had officially arrived.
The transition had happened in a whirlwind of packing boxes, legal briefings, and quiet goodbyes to our life in England. Khalid had spent the last week before our flight signing final retirement paperwork with the hockey league, while I focused on keeping things normal for the kids. Chase, now old enough to understand we were moving to a "big new castle," had been excited, carrying h
