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Chapter 62, High Expectations, Part 2.
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The morning sun filters through the windows of Rami’s beach house, casting a warm glow over the chaos we’ve created. Balloons, streamers, and boxes of decorations are scattered everywhere. I’m holding a string of fairy lights, trying to untangle them, while Rami paces the room, his phone pressed to his ear. His jaw is tight, and I can tell by the way he’s muttering under his breath that his father isn’t answering—again.“He’s not picking up,” Rami says, finally lowering the phone. His voice is calm, but I can see the frustration in the way his shoulders tense. “I’ve called him five times already. I even texted him. He knows it’s her birthday. He has to come.”I set the lights down and walk over to him, placing a hand on his arm. “He’ll come, Rami. He has to. It’s your mom. He wouldn’t miss this.” I say it with more confidence than I feel. His father has always been... unpredictable. But today isn’t about him. It’s about her.Rami sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I just don’t g
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The invitation came as a surprise. My mother-in-law, the woman who had perfected the art of backhanded compliments and subtle jabs, wanted to meet me for brunch. At a famous café, no less. She said it was to thank me for helping Rami plan her birthday party surprise. I stared at the text, my fingers hovering over the screen. Thank me? Since when did she ever thank me for anything? My gut twisted. This had to be a setup.Still, I couldn’t refuse. Not without looking ungrateful or, worse, giving her more ammunition to use against me. So, I typed out a polite reply, thanking her for the invitation and agreeing to meet. But as I hit send, I braced myself. I knew her too well. This wasn’t going to be a simple thank-you brunch. It was going to be another one of her performances, where she’d smile sweetly while twisting the knife just enough to remind me I’d never quite measure up.The morning of the brunch, I dressed carefully—nothing too flashy, nothing too casual. I had to strike that imp
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I stood beside Rami, my hand resting lightly on his arm, as we navigated the sea of elegantly dressed guests. Tonight was important—his father’s first public speech as the prince’s new advisor, and the charity event was the perfect stage for him to solidify his reputation. But I could feel the tension in Rami’s posture, the way his eyes scanned the room, alert and cautious. He had warned me earlier about his father’s rivals, how they would stop at nothing to undermine him. I hadn’t realized just how far they might go until the man approached me.He was unassuming, dressed in a tailored suit, with a polite smile and a small notebook in hand. “Excuse me, Miss Dema?” he said, his voice smooth and practiced. “I’m with Society Today I was hoping to feature you in an upcoming issue. You’re quite the rising star, and our readers would love to know more about you.”I blinked, surprised. A magazine feature? Me? I glanced at Rami, who was momentarily distracted by a passing acquaintance. The ma
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As I stood there, the weight of the moment pressing down on my shoulders, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride and anticipation. The room was filled with dignitaries, their eyes fixed on Rami’s father as he stepped forward to deliver his speech. The air was thick with expectation, and I could sense the gravity of the occasion settling over everyone present.From my point, I watched him closely, noting the way he carried himself—calm, composed, and radiating a quiet confidence. He began to speak, his voice steady and resonant, filling the room with a sense of authority and purpose. "This new position is not just an honor," he declared, "but a profound responsibility. One that I do not take lightly."I felt a shiver run down my spine as his words echoed through the hall. He spoke of his commitment to serve his Majesty with unwavering dedication, to utilize every resource at his disposal, and to draw upon the depths of his knowledge and experience to fulfill his duties. His voice wa
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The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across my room. I was still half-asleep, the remnants of last night’s grandeur lingering in my mind—the glittering chandeliers, the hum of conversation, the way Rami’s hand had felt steady on my back as we navigated the crowd. But the peace was short-lived. A soft knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts, and Tala entered, her usual calm demeanor replaced by something tense, almost urgent.“Good morning, Dema,” she said, her voice low. She held her phone in her hand, her fingers gripping it tightly. “There’s something you need to see.”I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. “What is it, Tala? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”She hesitated, then handed me the phone. “It’s about last night. The engagement party. Someone… someone filmed it. Everything. And now it’s all over social media.”I blinked, trying to process her words. “Filmed? What do you mean, *everything*?”“The entire event,” she said, her voice t
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I sat on the edge of the couch, my fingers nervously twisting the hem of my sleeve. Rami had been so distant lately, so angry, and I couldn’t figure out why. It wasn’t like him. He used to come home with a smile, pulling me into his arms as soon as he walked through the door. Now, he barely looked at me, he's stressed all the time and his temper flaring over the smallest things. I felt helpless, and I hated it.Tala stood across from me, dusting the shelves with her usual efficiency, but her eyes kept flicking toward me, soft with concern. “Tala,” I began, my voice hesitant, “I don’t know what to do anymore. Rami’s been so stressed, so angry. I’ve tried talking to him, but he just shuts me out. I want to help him, but I don’t even know where to start.”She paused, the duster hovering mid-air, and turned to face me fully. Her expression was thoughtful, her lips pursed as if weighing her words carefully. “You know,” she said slowly, “Rami’s always been a mama’s boy. If anyone knows wha
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