“Who allowed you to leave? The whole town is gossiping that my wife disappeared on our wedding night.”
Idar squeezes my chin, studying me coldly, as if I were a horse he’s about to buy.
He’s wearing all black today—no trace of yesterday’s ceremony, when the mullah performed the nikah.
“Perhaps the town should know that there was another woman in my place on our wedding night?”
Idar lets me go.
“I’ll talk to her. You won’t cross paths.
” “So you’re just going to leave it like that?” I break away and raise my head. “What, will I also be allowed to have a man on the side?”
He stops breathing, his gaze darkening.
“You can try,” he squeezes out. “It will be the last thing you do before I strangle you.”
The heroine who thought she was the only one
The hero who thinks he can do anything
The author who decides that this lip needs to be rolled up
One-volume, HE
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