My father accepted.
Not me.
I cried, pleaded and reminded him that I had the right to choose my future. But my father only replied:
“Amina, you’re saving this family. Someday you'll understand that I do it for your sake.
I never understood how a father could deliver his daughter that way.
But I ended up marrying Khalid.
A house full of enemies
Khalid's mansion was impressive.
It had huge gardens, marble fountains, employees walking quietly through the hallways and larger rooms than the whole house where I had grown up.
But that place was not a home.
It was a fancy prison.
Khalid had three adult children from his first marriage.
Omar, 42, was the oldest. Ambitious, proud and obsessed with inheriting his father’s companies. He never called me his father's wife. He always referred to me as “the girl.”
