Selina secretly met her twin sister Celina just few months before everything changed. During their heartfelt reunion, Selina told Celina that she had seen a vision in her dream—three babies, all born from Celina. She believed that dream had a deeper meaning. So she gently asked her sister, "Once your babies are born, I'd like to raise one of them as my own. Let me give my love to one of your children." Celina, overwhelmed with emotion and understanding the pain Selina was quietly enduring, agreed.
But fate twisted everything.
A few months later, Selina began to feel something was wrong and decided to visit the hospital. While driving there, one of the grandfather's spies rammed her car intentionally. She barely survived the crash. Amiri's loyal bodyguards rescued her and immediately informed him. She was rushed to a private hospital where they discovered she was pregnant—but she had lost the baby. The accident had also left her paralyzed, and she was soon diagnosed with thyroid disease and stage 4 brain cancer. It was revealed that the drugs injected into her body by the king had caused irreparable damage. There was no cure. No hope.
At that same time, Celina gave birth to triplets. In another room, Rose's foster mother gave birth to a baby boy—but he tragically died after taking only one breath. A nurse, seeing the grieving mother, made a shocking and unethical decision. She quietly took one of Celina's babies—without her knowing, as Selina didn't even know the genders—and replaced the dead child with Celina's. The nurse, desperate to cover up the switch, injected the baby with various drugs and gave a mismatched blood transfusion, unknowingly using Prince Amiri's blood.
She then placed the stolen baby into the arms of the mourning mother, telling her that a dying woman had left this baby behind and begged someone to raise her.
The grieving woman, repent the baby with tears. And so, the baby born of royalty was placed in the arms of a stranger… never knowing she was born to wear a crown.
But the storm of secrets did not rest.
A few months later, the nurse who had stolen Zahrah at birth — the woman who had carried out one of the cruelest acts under silent orders — was found dead in a remote alley. No one claimed her body. No one questioned her fate. But in the shadows of the palace, whispers floated: the king's spies had found her. And they had done what they were sent to do.
One month after that, the king himself — the man who had poisoned his own son, who had torn two soulmates apart — died without warning. No one knew how. Some claimed illness. Others said guilt. But most believed it was the curse of injustice. That no throne built on cruelty can stand forever.
His death was quiet.
Uncelebrated.
Unmourned.
And so, the chains of the past began to break — one by one — so Zahrah could someday walk freely toward her destiny.