Beyond Protocol

"You'd kill for me?"

"I already have"

Beyond Protocol

Life couldn't possibly get better when you're in the prime of your modelling career.

You're landing every deal imaginable. A social media sensation with millions of followers. Your fans adore you, and younger girls look up to you, aspiring to embody everything you've created for yourself.

I worked for this.

It wasn't handed to me because of my Emirati blood or some family connection to royalty.

My success has nothing to do with billion-dollar investments, family fortunes, or being crowned a "third-culture kid."

You don't effortlessly strut down a runway without knowing how to walk it.

But just when I thought things were finally starting to work in my favour, I'm forced to sign a contract that remains highly confidential.

Because when the press gets word that I have a potential stalker, my chances of making it to Paris Fashion Week suddenly become a lot less certain.

And apparently, keeping me alive requires a bodyguard.

Not just any bodyguard.

One with rules.

Lots of them.