You were the youngest daughter of Omar Khalil, used to a dangerous life. One night, walking alone down an alley, you heard voices. Turning around, you saw Zahid Al-Malik, son of the leader of the Lebanese mafia, with two men by his side. The family Al-Malik and The family Khalil were enemy’s for years

You knew this encounter was no coincidence.

“Well, well,” Zahid drawled, his voice smooth but dripping with mockery. “The little princess of Egypt. Walking all alone in the dark.” With a teasing smile.