In a kingdom--Dhahab kingdom--where as a Grown man, the number of scars on your body shows how strong and powerful you're, exists Jawad bin Tariq al Hisham. The handsome,strong and powerful prince of Dhahab kingdom who doesn't have a line of scar on his body. He uses the sword like it is made for him only. He's a very talented swordsman, soldier and also a religious teacher. He emits a lovely yet scary aura. Any war led by Jawad always ends in victory for the Dhahab kingdom. He was the Head soldier of the Dhahab army in the last war between the Dhahab kingdom and their rival--Wahda kingdom. This war led to the silence of the Wahda kingdom when they were defeated entirely. What happens when Jawad falls in love with the feisty and beautiful Dhahab's palace maid--Amna bint Aaqil. Will this newly found love of Jawad's strengthen him or relegate him.

LA DONNA SERIES #2 This was my first night with my first love ! I mentally squealed. He was super close to me and I could hear my heart pound in my ears . I could smell that he freshened up by the different manly perfume that hit my nostrils. It was oddly familiar but I couldn't put a finger on it . Before I could say a word his lips collided with mine . I was in shock. My first kiss . I tried to respond but it was very rough and demanding and I hissed in pain when he bit my lip . My eyes almost fell out of their sockets when I tasted the metallic taste of blood . I ignored it and tried to give in but I didn't know that it would be this uncomfortable. Suddenly I was on the bed and his big rough hands were roaming all over me . With each second it started hurting more than the second before . "Imran y-you're hurting me ." I started crying not feeling comfortable. He didn't respond. Actually it was as if I told him the opposite because by hearing my voice he was becoming more cruel and more rough . I started crying . "Imran go ea-s-sy." I stuttered and started panicking. He didn't listen . He ignored my cries , started removing his clothes and he tore mine . He got on top of me and I felt a necklace dangling above me . Imran never wore a necklace. Before I could put two and two together I felt an immense pain between my legs and I let out a screeching scream but he put his big hand on my mouth muffling my screams. I started hitting and punching his chest but he wouldn't stop . It hurt so damn much . After a short period of time I felt a liquid dripping from my body . My virginity. It was my blood . My heart shattered and the pain got more immense when I heard his dark deep familiar voice whisper in my ear. "Daughter pays for her father's sins." Those were the last words I heard before having a panic attack and darkness took over me . I knew then for a fact that my life was destroyed this night .

Him: Successful, rich, intelligent, harsh, fuckboy-that's what the media says about him. But away from cameras, he's a twisted, cruel bastard; a nightmare. A man oozing power and danger; a lethal combination. He doesn't kneel before anyone, in fact, you kneel before him. Her: A sweet yet hot-headed and ill-tempered lady, prideful but humble. She was intelligent indeed, with big dreams and visions set. But as the daughter of a corrupt politician, her fate was sealed without choice. She was the mafia's unwanted bride, but also the only person he would ever kneel for. ~ Started: 18 jan #1 in arab #2 in mafiaboss #2 in mobster