MINA AL ARAB

CHAPTER 64: MINA AL ARAB

Zahra's Pov

The quiet hum of the jet echoed in the cabin as we made our way toward Ras Al Khaimah.

And I felt the tension in my body tighten even more as the pilot's voice sounded through the intercom that we were going to land in less than forty minutes.

What made me even more tense was the fact that I was getting roped into something that I wasn't even a part of.

I mean, my father set up a trust fund and built empires for my brothers while they were still very young, but because I was a girl, my father gave me nothing.

In his words, he said, "Nothing for you, whore. When you are sixteen you're going to get married to Malek Kashem and I don't want any of my hard-earned money to sit in his pot-belly."

I wouldn't want to imagine what would have happened if my mother gave birth to five daughters instead of four sons and one daughter.

Dashiell sat across from me, scanning through emails on his phone. His expression, sharp and serious.

"Ali's team purposely