Chapter Eighty-Four
Venessa’s pov
The morning sun had barely cleared the horizon, but inside the main villa of the Al-Mansoor estate, the air was already thick with a suffocating, unbearable tension. The storm from the night before had passed, leaving behind a crisp, deceptive calm outside, but inside, the cracks in our foundation were finally splitting wide open.
I stood in the center of the massive walk-in closet, staring at the rows of designer clothes Khalid had bought for me. Everything was pristine, expensive, and completely untouched by the chaos of the outside world. But as I pulled on a simple pair of jeans and a black sweater, I felt like a prisoner putting on a uniform.
The heavy glass door of the bedroom clicked open, and Khalid walked in. He had showered, but the exhaustio
