# Secret of the Trace Author: Nadia Vale Site: ReadNovelHub Canonical: https://readnovelhub.com/novel/secret-of-the-trace Genre: Mystery novels ## World A forbidden rumor, a sealed room, and a buried truth that will forever rewrite Dalal's honor. ## Tropes - Billionaire Romance - Mystery novels ## FAQ ### What is Secret of the Trace about? A forbidden rumor, a sealed room, and a buried truth that will forever rewrite Dalal's honor. ### Who is the author of Secret of the Trace? Secret of the Trace is written by Nadia Vale. Read Chapter 1 free on ReadNovelHub. ### Is Secret of the Trace a Billionaire Romance story? Yes. Secret of the Trace is tagged for Billionaire Romance readers looking for North American romance-fantasy tropes. ### Can I read Secret of the Trace Chapter 1 for free? Yes. Chapter 1-5 Free. Weekly VIP trial from Chapter 6. Start Secret of the Trace on ReadNovelHub. ### What happens at the start of Secret of the Trace? The majlis smelled of Oud, and the coffee had gone cold in the dallah. Nobody had poured for me. That was the first thing I counted. ## Chapter 1 teaser ### Chapter 1 The majlis smelled of Oud, and the coffee had gone cold in the dallah. Nobody had poured for me. That was the first thing I counted. The second was the shape of the hall: the women seated along the west wall with their shailas still on their heads, although this was a house, not a wedding. 'Only listen,' my aunt said, close to my ear. 'You will hear about the room and you will leave it there.' The room. Everyone in that majlis said it the way people say a name they are afraid to keep. A door in the private wing. A trace left inside it. Nobody had been through, and everybody knew. Majed Al-Rashid came in from the corridor and did not sit. He stood in the middle of the floor, and the talk along the west wall dropped by a measure without anyone being told. He was thirty-four; I knew that from the papers, not from him. His misbaha turned once around his fingers and stopped. 'Sayyidati.' He said it to me, across the carpet, and no one corrected him. 'You were told to listen.' 'I was.' 'Then you have heard enough.' My hands were in my lap, under the Abaya, and my thumb had found the seam where the cuff had begun to fray. Cheap thread. My own stitching. He did not look at the cuff. He looked at my face as though he had already asked me something I had not heard. Behind him the door of the private wing was shut. The brass of its handle had gone dull, and the seam beneath it was dark where a cloth had not been for years. He said, 'Come.' Around that one word the cups were set down along the west wall all at once. I stood. The west wall stopped moving. My aunt's hand closed on my sleeve and then opened again, because a hand on a sleeve is a thing the hall can see. Majed did not sit. He had said one word, and the room had answered it for him, and he let the room finish. 'Ya ustadh Read free: https://readnovelhub.com/novel/secret-of-the-trace/chapter/1