Chapter One Hundred And Twenty Five
Chapter Eighty-Seven
Venessa POV
The woman stood with perfect grace next to the smooth, black Maybach. Her dark eyes looked straight at Khalid. She looked at him with a mix of knowing him well and challenging him. She was very beautiful. She was tall and elegant. She had long, shiny hair and sharp features. She looked a lot like Khalid. Her expensive black dress and gold jewelry showed everyone that she came from a very rich and powerful family.
She turned her head just a little bit. Then, she spoke in a clear, sweet voice using Arabic.
“أخي.”
The word meant "My brother." It stayed in the cold night air like a dangerous bomb about to go off.
Khalid held my hand suddenly. He squeezed it so hard that it almost hurt my fingers. I could feel a sudden
