# I Do Not Return Tonight Author: Morgan Vale Vale Site: ReadNovelHub Canonical: https://readnovelhub.com/novel/i-do-not-return-tonight Genre: Social novels ## World When her birth family demands obedience, one woman claims the right to choose where—and with whom—she belongs. ## Tropes - Billionaire Romance - Social novels ## FAQ ### What is I Do Not Return Tonight about? When her birth family demands obedience, one woman claims the right to choose where—and with whom—she belongs. ### Who is the author of I Do Not Return Tonight? I Do Not Return Tonight is written by Nora Vale. Read Chapter 1 free on ReadNovelHub. ### Is I Do Not Return Tonight a Billionaire Romance story? Yes. I Do Not Return Tonight is tagged for Billionaire Romance readers looking for North American romance-fantasy tropes. ### Can I read I Do Not Return Tonight Chapter 1 for free? Yes. Chapter 1-5 Free. Weekly VIP trial from Chapter 6. Start I Do Not Return Tonight on ReadNovelHub. ### What happens at the start of I Do Not Return Tonight? The Oud reached the majlis before they did. The burner turned from door to door, and the smoke went into their shoulders and stayed there, and nobody waved it away. ## Chapter 1 teaser ### Untitled Chapter The Oud reached the majlis before they did. The burner turned from door to door, and the smoke went into their shoulders and stayed there, and nobody waved it away. I sat where I had sat for four years, at the edge of the carpet, my Abaya over my knees, my Shaila still pinned. The men of Al-Otaibi came at ten at night without an appointment, and the youngest held a folded paper he never put down. "The obligation," the eldest said, "will be treated as if it never happened." He said it to the room, not to me. "Stand. Come back with us tonight." Nobody looked at Saud. That is a kind of looking. My Finjan had gone cold. I had not drunk from it since the second knock; the cardamom sat at the bottom, dark as a nail head. Gahwa is poured to less than half. Mine had gone to a quarter and no one refilled it, because the Dallah had stopped at his hand and not moved since. "Maha." My own name, from my own family, said gently, which is worse than loud. I looked at the cuff of the man beside me. Hard white cotton, one line of stitching at the wrist, the sleeve creased from a day of sitting in other people's rooms. His misbaha hung still between his fingers. Three beads. The fourth turned, and stopped. The room waited on that bead as though it were a sentence he had not finished. My uncle said the family name, slowly, twice, to make the room heavier. Ammi, I could have answered, and did not. The burner came around again. I brought the smoke up to my collar with my palm, and my other hand closed on my own sleeve, on the hem of the Abaya, and stayed there. Then the youngest knelt and put the paper on the carpet and opened it with both hands, the way a man opens a thing he has been told not to fold. The spine cracked. He turned it toward the room, and the room did not read it, so he tur Read free: https://readnovelhub.com/novel/i-do-not-return-tonight/chapter/1