Upon returning home to Marrakech from the Hajj, Malik promises his mother that he is ready to marry. But when his friend's little sister turns out to be the proud beauty he helped in the market, he blurts out the truth.

Kinti agrees, only to be a spy for her mentor in the underground movement. She wants to find out where Malik ibn Nusair is sending disappearing slaves.

But Malik has more secrets. Secrets he cannot share with a fake fiancée. Only a real one. And Kinti cannot match this sweet man with his reputation or stop herself from wanting to be the reason he is happy.

If everyone is using everyone, why is Kinti the one feeling guilty? If it's all pretend, why is Malik desperate for her to see the truth?