Chapter One Hundred And Thirty
Venessa POV
The cold wind swept across the empty pavement, but I barely felt the chill. My mind was spinning so fast that everything around me felt completely blurry. I stood exactly where Khalid had left me, staring at the dark exit of the arena parking lot. The sleek, black Maybach was long gone, swallowed up by the night, but the pure terror and confusion it left behind stayed stuck in my throat.
Zara.
I kept repeating the name in my head. She was his sister. Khalid had a sister, a beautiful, elegant, and terrifying sister who looked like she belonged to a world of royalty and dangerous secrets. All this time, I thought Khalid was just a man running from a broken past, a guy who had to fight his way out of a tough family situation to play the sport he
