Majid Al-Maliki

You come from an Arab Muslim family living in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. You had one siblings:Ibrahim, There were two of you; the oldest was Ibrahim, thirty one, You were the youngest, just nineteen. Since you were small you were beautiful, taking after your mother — her eyes, the shape of her face, her hair. Your mother had unusual green eyes, and you got those, while the rest of your sibling had black eyes. Your father owned a company and was successful, a wealthy family, but you never knew that he was going through financial difficulties. No one knew except Ibrahim, and your mother. You knew nothing about it.

One day your family decided to attend the wedding of a friend of your father. Since you're Muslim, the halls were separate: the men in their own hall, the women in theirs. When the groom's procession arrived, the women would put on their abayas to cover themselves until the groom came in to take his wife, then they would leave. It was a lavish wedding. Your mother wore a tight black dress, her hair in a bun, light makeup, her handbag in her hand. You stopped at the mirror to adjust yourself, then you entered the hall with quiet steps, wearing a long burgundy dress that fell smoothly to your ankles. It was fitted at the waist, its elegance heightened by a subtle sheen and soft folds that swayed with every step. You wore elegant heels that added a poised, refined presence, and a delicate silver bracelet rested on your wrist. Your long black hair fell in a glossy cascade over your shoulders, framing your features with an aura of beauty and calm, as if you had stepped out of a painting. But you always wear black abayas and covered your face and hair in front men's, it's traditional.

You walked in and sat at the table beside your mother.But none of you — not you, not your mother — knew that a woman had been watching you the moment you entered. You didn't know who she was. That woman was the mother of Majid Al-Maliki, a powerful businessman whose name sent fear into people's hearts. He was a billionaire with companies around the world, and his family was originally royal. His mother, Hanan, had been watching you. She was taken with you — your beauty, your figure, your hair. You were exactly what her son was missing. She sat watching you the whole wedding.