# I Swore Not to Hand Her Over

Author: Mira Vale
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Genre: Realistic novels

## World
When her family demands her surrender, Nayef breaks his vow of detachment—and locks Haifa safely behind his door.

## Tropes
- Billionaire Romance
- Realistic novels

## FAQ
### What is I Swore Not to Hand Her Over about?
When her family demands her surrender, Nayef breaks his vow of detachment—and locks Haifa safely behind his door.

### Who is the author of I Swore Not to Hand Her Over?
I Swore Not to Hand Her Over is written by Mira Vale. Read Chapter 1 free on ReadNovelHub.

### Is I Swore Not to Hand Her Over a Billionaire Romance story?
Yes. I Swore Not to Hand Her Over is tagged for Billionaire Romance readers looking for North American romance-fantasy tropes.

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### What happens at the start of I Swore Not to Hand Her Over?
The majlis smelled of Oud and of the coffee they had poured before I arrived. Both meant the same thing in this house. Everything was prepared. Nothing was mine.

## Chapter 1 teaser
### Chapter 1

The majlis smelled of Oud and of the coffee they had poured before I arrived. Both meant the same thing in this house. Everything was prepared. Nothing was mine. I kept the Abaya closed at my throat and sat where the cushion had been left for me. The low one, near the door. The seat of a person whose name they intended to discuss before they offered it a chair. Nayef Al-Shammari stood at the center of the room. He did not speak, and did not need to. Half the men had already lowered their eyes to their Finjan; the other half lowered them to the carpet. That was Heba. Not loud. Just a room agreeing with him before he opened his mouth. My uncle said my name once, then said the word he had carried in with him. Hand her over. To the side that would manage her. To a household that would absorb her shares, her signature, her silence, and call the result protection. I set the cup down with my right hand, unsweetened, on the edge of the tray where the Dallah had left a ring. "I am not a portfolio," I said. "You cannot transfer me at a sitting." A chair leg moved. Someone exhaled through his nose. Across the hall an old man turned his beads faster, as if speed could settle a matter of name and standing. Nayef turned his head. Slowly. A man deciding whether to be annoyed that I had spoken in his majlis, or pleased that I had done it without shaking. "Sayyidati," he said, cold as a closed vault, "I swore once that I would not love." He let it lie there. Then his hand went to his waist, and his fingers found the Misbaha, one bead, then the next, and stopped counting before the third. I put my hand inside the Abaya, into the flat inner pocket where I had carried them since dawn, and laid the papers on the central table. Not near the Sadr. On the table itself, in the middle, where the

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