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Chapter 74, The Scandal, Part 6.
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I sat on the edge of my bed, still crying and sniffing . My tears fell silently, one after the other, and I didn’t bother to wipe them away at first. The room felt too quiet, too empty, and the silence only made the ache in my heart louder. I hated fighting with him, hated how miserable it made me, how all my efforts to be strong always go to waste in a blink of an eye. love could feel so fragile in moments like this. I buried my face in my hands, trying to steady my breathing, but the sobs came anyway, raw and unrelenting.Then, my phone rang. The sound startled me, and I froze for a moment, staring at the screen through blurred vision. Professor Al Masri’s name flashed across the display. My heart skipped a beat. I hadn’t spoken to her in weeks, and the timing felt almost cruel. I quickly wiped my tears with the back of my hand, sniffled, and took a deep breath before answering. I couldn’t let her hear me like this.“Hello, Professor,” I said, forcing a lightness into my voice that
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I pushed the front door open, the familiar scent of home wrapping around me like a warm blanket. The house was quiet. I glanced around, my eyes landing on the maid who was dusting the living room shelves. “Is Rami home?” I asked, already knowing the answer but hoping anyway. She shook her head, her expression apologetic. “Not yet, madam.” I sighed, slipping off my shoes and heading upstairs to my room. The day had been long, and all I wanted was to unwind. I changed into something more comfortable, the soft fabric of my pajamas a welcome relief against my skin. Grabbing my phone, I flopped onto the bed, scrolling aimlessly through social media. It was mindless at first—memes, food pics, the usual. But then, something caught my eye. A video thumbnail with Rami’s face. My heart skipped a beat. I tapped on it, the screen loading for a split second before the video began to play. It was an interview. Bayan. Rami’s old friend—or rather, his crush. My stomach churned as she spoke,
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The hum of the engine filled the car as we drove home, the city lights blurring past the windows. Rami’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his eyes flickering the way it does when he’s deep in thought. I could feel the tension in the air, heavy and unspoken, and I knew I had to ask. I had to know.“Rami,” I began, my voice softer than I intended, “what happened between you and Bayan? Why is she doing this?”He didn’t answer right away. His eyes stayed fixed on the road, but I could see the way his shoulders tensed, the way his knuckles whitened around the wheel. Finally, he let out a slow breath, as if he’d been holding it in for months.“Months ago,” he started, his voice low, “Bayan showed up at my office out of nowhere. I was… surprised. I hadn’t seen her in years, and I thought maybe she wanted to explain why she disappeared back then. I was happy to see her, but only because I wanted closure. I thought we could finally put the past behind us.”I listened quietly, my heart
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As Rami and I stepped through the grand doors of his parents' mansion, I could feel the tension radiating off him like a storm waiting to break. His hand, clasped tightly in mine, was clammy, and his usually confident stride had turned hesitant. I could tell he was nervous—no, more than nervous. He was worried, his mind racing with thoughts of what his father wanted to say. I squeezed his hand gently, trying to offer some reassurance, but even I couldn’t shake the unease that settled in the pit of my stomach.The mansion loomed around us, its opulence both familiar and intimidating. The high ceilings, the polished marble floors, the portraits of stern-faced ancestors lining the walls—it all felt like a silent judgment, a reminder of the expectations Rami had been born into. His father had summoned us, and that alone was enough to set us both on edge. When we entered the sitting room, his father was there, standing by the fireplace, his posture as rigid as the statues that adorned th
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The moment we stepped out of Rami’s parents' house, the tension was suffocating. Rami's veins were popping out of his forehead, they were so apparent from how angry he was. Without a word, he pulled out his phone and called his lawyer, his voice icy. "Go ahead with the lawsuit. Sue the channel for the scandal they caused, I want them to pay for that interview."I reached over, placing a hand on his arm. "Rami, breathe. Think about this before—"He didn’t let me finish. Instead, he dialed another number—Bayan. My stomach twisted. I knew this wouldn’t end well. "If you don’t stop this," he hissed into the phone, "I will ruin you. I swear to God, Bayan, I will drag you to court and make sure you regret ever opening your mouth."I tightened my grip on his arm. "Rami, enough—"But he jerked away, hitting the speaker button. Bayan’s voice filled the car, sharp and venomous. "Oh, I’m so scared," she mocked. "But here’s the thing—I talked to your ex-fiancée. She told me everything. How
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I watched it all unfold, and with every move Rami made, the knot in my stomach tightened. He had silenced Bayan—paid her off, made her disappear like she was nothing more than a problem to be erased. And his ex? After speaking to her parents, she backed down, burying whatever truth she had been holding onto, all for the sake of her family’s reputation. Rami’s lawyer was smooth, persuasive. Money changed hands, whispers of legal threats lingered in the air, and just like that, everything was settled. I felt like there was no real resolution—just the quiet suffocation of the truth under the weight of wealth. It made me sick. The way Rami operated, it was like he believed money could rewrite reality. That if you had enough of it, you could bend the world to your will, make inconvenient people vanish, turn wrong into right with a check and a signature. And the worst part? It worked.I wanted to scream. To shake him and ask how he could live with himself, turning lives into transacti
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Three months later : The morning light filtered through the curtains, soft and golden, as I stretched beneath the sheets. Beside me, Rami slept soundly, his breathing steady. A warmth spread through my chest—today, I wanted to do something special for him. After everything that happened between us and the issue with Bayan and the rumors, our relationship had its ups and downs, we deserved a peaceful morning, just the two of us. Quietly, I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake him. The house was still, the only sound the distant chirping of birds outside. I tiptoed to the kitchen, my bare feet silent against the cool tiles. But when I pushed the door open, I found one of the maids already there, preparing breakfast. “Good morning,” I whispered. “I’d like to handle breakfast myself today.” She smiled and nodded. “Of course, my lady. Shall I set the table in the garden for you?” “Yes, please.” Once she left, I rolled up my sleeves and reached for the ingredients. Pancakes—R
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My heart hammered against my ribs, each beat a frantic drum against the silence of the kitchen. "Rami, we need to talk." My voice was barely a whisper, strained and tight. I held the small, foil-backed packet in my trembling hand, the crinkled edges a testament to its journey through the trash. "I found these."I laid the contraceptive pills on the countertop, the stark white and blue a harsh contrast against the warm wood. "In the kitchen trash. I need you to be honest with me. Do you know anything about these?"He turned, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face before settling into irritation. "Why are you assuming it's me, Dema? I was asleep when you found them. You know that.""Because," I said, my voice rising slightly, "you've said before that you don't want children. And… and I can't help but wonder if you're taking steps to make sure that doesn't happen."His jaw tightened. "That's ridiculous. You're being ridiculous.""My reaction isn't ridiculous, Rami. Your reac
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Dema hadn’t been sleeping well. I noticed it almost immediately—the dark circles under her eyes, the way her hands trembled slightly when she reached for her coffee in the mornings, the distant look in her gaze as if she were somewhere else entirely. It had been a full week of this, and it was eating away at her. She was exhausted, barely able to focus at work, jumping at the smallest noises. I hated seeing her like this. One morning, after catching her staring blankly at her computer screen for the third time in an hour, I pulled her aside. "Dema," I said, keeping my voice low, "if you need a break, take it. No one’s going to blame you." She hesitated, chewing on her bottom lip the way she always did when she was torn between pride and necessity. But eventually, she nodded. She went home that day, and I hoped—maybe foolishly—that rest would be enough. When I got back that evening, she was sitting on the couch, her knees pulled up to her chest, her fingers wrapped tightly around a
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It was August fifth.We had our first real fight—not just an argument, but a heated clash where we said ugly things to each other. I know I hurt her feelings, and I owed her an apology. I made sure to make that right. Looking back, I’m still not entirely sure what started it. The fight happened two days after a barbecue at my uncle’s house with my family. Most of the party, I was with my cousins, laughing and catching up. I assumed she was having a good time too, chatting with my mom and aunts—but apparently, she wasn’t. When we got home, she told me one of my cousins had been rude to her, even making mean comments, and that my mom hadn’t been kind either. At the time, I hadn’t noticed anything wrong. I told her they didn’t mean any harm, that she might be overreacting—but I realize now how that must have sounded. I was trying to lighten the mood, not dismiss her feelings. I took her out, hoping to distract her, but it didn’t work. Frustrated, I lost my patience and called her a
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When we arrived at my parents' mansion, the grand entrance we made was everything I had expected—flashing cameras, exaggerated cheers, and the heavy weight of judgmental eyes following our every move. The party was already in full swing, the air thick with expensive perfume and roses. To my surprise, Dema handled it all flawlessly. She smiled at the right moments, greeted my relatives with just the right amount of polite warmth, and even managed to charm my notoriously hard-to-please uncle. I watched her from the corner of my eye, half-expecting her to falter, to show even a hint of discomfort—but she didn’t. Then, as if sensing my thoughts, she leaned in slightly, her voice low enough that only I could hear. "They're starting to doubt us," she murmured, her lips barely moving. "Your relatives has been staring at us for the past five minutes. We need to do something."I glanced over and sure enough, my relatives were watching us like hawks, their sharp eyes flickering between
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The moment I pushed open the door and stepped inside, my breath caught in my throat. There she was—Dema—standing by the window, the fading sunlight painting her in gold. The delicate embroidery on her dress shimmered, and the way her fingers lightly traced the edge of her dress, my chest tighten. She looked… breathtaking. Ethereal, even. Like something out of a dream I hadn’t dared to have. For a second, I just stood there, frozen. Words piled up in my mind—You’re stunning. You’re perfect. I don’t deserve this, deserve you. But my tongue felt heavy, my usual confidence slipping. This wasn’t just another negotiation, another deal. This was her. And the way she held herself, so still, so distant—something was wrong. I swallowed hard, forcing myself forward. Now wasn’t the time for poetry. The guests were outside, waiting. The contracts were signed. The alliance was set. “Dema,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “What are you doing? We don’t have time for second thoughts. Everyone’s
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Today is my wedding day. Not the kind I ever imagined, but the kind I needed. I’ve tried before—I tried to get in a real relationship, and I put so much effort but nothing ever lasted. Either they wanted too much , or the time I had was too little. The press twisted every failure into another scandal, another reason to paint me as the heartless billionaire who couldn’t commit. And the board? They’ve been breathing down my neck for years. "Stability, Rami. Investors need to see stability, and the rumors are hurting the company." Well, now they all will finally shut up. I called my lawyer first thing this morning. There was no room for error. "Draw up the agreement," I told him. "We will get married for only one year. Clean divorce. She'll get four million in the end, and I'll get full confidentiality." He didn’t ask questions—he knows better. By noon, the documents were signed, sealed, and sitting on my desk. A business transaction, nothing more. Then, I called her. My secreta
