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Her lower lip trembles. “You don’t understand. I couldn’t live with myself if she dies abandoned and in pain, Kaled.”

“That won’t happen. Now tell me you won’t go back to Rheadur alone. If you let your father arrange that marriage, I won’t be able to help you anymore. And in Rheadur, without me, you’ll be at his mercy.”

“Why are you helping me?”

“I can’t tell you yet. You’ll have to trust me.”

She pulls away and takes a step back. “All right. I promise to wait so we can talk tomorrow.”

Chapter 17

I look down at the phone in my hand, knowing that the moment I make this call, my life will change forever. But from every angle I consider, it still seems like the best decision.

It will benefit us both, and it’s far better than the first option Adeela’s father gave her.

My finger slides over the button, and my sister answers on the third ring.

“Jazmina, I need you to take Adeela out to buy an evening dress.”

“Kaled, did something happen? What do you mean, an evening dress?”

By now, I’m sure Adeela must have told her everything about her father’s disgraceful proposal.

“Send me the names of the stores you want to visit with Adeela, and I’ll have my secretary schedule an appointment at each so you can shop as you please. But today, one dress will be enough.”

“I doubt she’s in the mood for shopping after that phone call from her father . . .”

“Do as I say. Help her pick something special to wear tonight.”

“Are we going somewhere?”

“Not we. Just me and her.”

“But—”

“I’m taking her to dinner tonight. When we get back, I’ll explain everything. Now, enough questions. Tell her I’ll pick her up at eight.”

As soon as I hang up, I call my secretary into my office. As much as Amin is my right hand, I know Giselle is better suited for what I need right now.

“Yes, Your Highness?”

“I want you to schedule a private appointment this afternoon with a Tiffany’s salesperson. It must be a closed-door purchase. Ask them to select only exclusive pieces. I’ll go there personally.”

She stares at me, wide-eyed, and I know why. I never choose jewelry for my women myself; I usually let her handle that.

“Personally?” she repeats, half in shock.

“Yes, that’s what I said. And make sure that among those pieces there are also engagement rings.”

Her head bobs up and down, as if she can’t quite believe her own ears. “Excuse me,” she says, heading toward the door.

“Giselle?”

“Yes, Your Highness?”

“There’s no need to remind you this conversation stays between us.”

“Of course. I’d never say a word, Mr. Kaled.” She must really be nervous—this is the first time since she startedworking for me that she’s forgotten to use the proper form of address for a prince.