Amaro's private jet landed safely at 3 pm in O'Hare International Airport in Chicago. In a few minutes he disembarked from the private jet. He put on his sunglasses, it accentuated his chiseled jaw and perfect straight nose and thin red lips, his handsome look could turn heads.
"It's good to see you back sir." Amaro’s right hand man said.
"Thanks Mark." Amaro gave him a smile but his smile didn't reach his eyes which Mark didn't see because of Amaro's sunglasses.
They headed straight to the company, as Amaro walked into the company all heads turned to him, man and woman alike. Men were surprised to see their CEO again after more than a year of absence, conversely majority of the women were titillated to see their handsome CEO.
He didn't bother to pay attention to the
Kashmir went back to the palace after staying at Joyce's apartment. She avoided staying in their bedroom for a long time. Staying in their bedroom brings all sorts of memories and emotions to her. Being pregnant she has to keep herself away from any emotional stress. She went to the kitchen to help the maid servants prepare food. Mr. Murad did not allow her but Kashmir persisted, consequently, Mr. Murad gave in. The maid servants were exhilarated by Kashmir's presence in the kitchen helping them. Even the maid servants assigned to assist her also helped in the kitchen. Mr. Murad watched Kashmir having a good time with the maid servants. The kitchen was lively and everyone enjoyed preparing for lunch. They had a good chat with Kashmir while they were doing their own task in the kitchen and it was a sight to see.
She's Kharim's best friend so she could speak to him casually. Kharim rolled his eyes on her. Kashmir's breath hitched hearing the woman's question. As a matter of fact it is more of a statement than a question. Kashmir maintained her composure despite the fact that she was annoyed by her tactless attitude. "No, you're wrong." Kharim said. "She is my brother's wife," he continued. "Kashmir this is Cleo" said Kharim. "Hi, nice to meet you" Cleo extended her hand for a handshake, Kashmir accepted Cleo’s hand and shook it. "And I am sorry for being tactless." She gave Kashmir a sheepish smile. "Nice to meet you too Cleo" Kashmir smiled, she isn't hard to placate jus
Three times a week, Kharim brought Kashmir to Cleo’s art gallery and it’s her eighth session today. Kashmir is so excited that she will finally finish her painting today. She didn't wait for Kharim to pick her; instead she walked towards the west wing of the palace. When she reached the west wing she saw Kharim walking towards her. "Good morning brother - in - law " Kashmir greeted Kharim when they were near enough to speak without yelling. Kharim looked at his watch and thought that she was early and didn't wait for him to pick her up. "Good morning Kashmir, you aren't that excited, are you?" Kharim chuckled, "Am I too obvious brother - in - law" Kashmir said, chuckling also. "Just a little" he said smiling, he is glad that Kashmir's mood is getting better.
"I ought to have persuaded Kashmir to come with us," said the queen with a sigh. "My queen, don't be anxious about her. I spoke to Kharim to take care of her." The king said he was holding the Queen's hand. The queen lifted the privacy screen. "I hope Amaro makes it back soon." "He will be back soon" The king tapped the queen's hand. Back at the palace "Do you want me to collect your painting from the gallery?" Kharim asked Kashmir. "Are you not occupied, brother - in - law?" Kashmir asked him instead of answering him. "No, I am not," he said. "I know you want to have yo
Kashmir arrives at the airport and embarks on a plane to Hongkong. She rested her head on the cradle and laid her hand on her belly. . "Baby, Mummy will take care of you. Dad no longer wants us." She whispered." While Kashmir's plane was taking off, on the other hand, Amaro's private jet was landing. Amaro was so impatient that if he could bring the plane land faster, he would. He disembarked immediately when the plane came to a halt. He rushed up and got in the car right away. Max, one of his bodyguards, picked him up in the airport. Gridlock started and Max couldn't drive fast. He knew the prince wanted to make it to the palace as quickly as possible. Amaro would tap his knees at each stop. After nearly two hours
Amaro and Kharim went to Joyce's apartment and looked at the CCTV footage. According to the footage Kashmir rode a cab, they took the cab plate number and the cab company. They went straight away to the cab company. The cab manager instantly recognized Kharim. "Your Highness" He bowed. "How may I help you?" the manager smiled at Kharim. Amaro put on his sunglasses and whispered to his brother. "Don't tell me I am your brother, I don't want my family to be followed by the media." Kharim nodded. "Manager, my friend's wife here is missing and CCTV footage we saw that she rode in one of your cabs. We just want to know where he took her." Kharim said "May I know the p
"So, why did you burst into tears last night?" Ryan said, breaking the silence. "Ryan, Amaro is having an affair." Kashmir was in tears the moment she said those words. "What? Thatprick is having an affair while you're pregnant with his child? " He was livid, he clenched and unclenched his fists. And he took a deep breath and exhaled as if he had unleashed a fire throughhis nose while he was breathing. "He doesn't deserve you Kashmir." Ryan said and patted her hand. "Don't shed a tear for a man like that." Ryan grittedhis teeth. "But I still love him even though I am hurting." Kashmir said bitterly while shewiped the tears from her cheeks. Ryan frown for a moment and said,"Then what is your plan? Are you going back to Dubai after you cooled down? " "No, I don't want to go back to Dubai. I'll stay here for good. Kashmir caressed her small bump, she abandoned the hope
Amaro picked up the ball that was rolling away from his son. He approached him and gave the ball. "Thank you," his son smiled at him. "Son, come hear I am your dad" Amaro said, he squatted and his arms wide open waiting for his son to hug him but he didn't budge but only looked at Amaro. "Daddy?" The boy was puzzled, Amaro hugged him, but his son freed himself from his embrace and ran towards the house. Kashmir came out from the house and saw her son running towards her. "Son, what are you up to there?" asked Kashmir. " Mommy, that man told me he's my daddy." the child pointed to Amaro. Kashmir looked towards Amaro's direction and their eyes locked for a few seconds, then Kashmir looked back at her son. "No, he isn't your dad. Your dad is inside." Just as Kashmir finished speaking a man came out from the house. Amaro was staggered, he couldn't believe what Kashmir had just told their son. "Daddy!" he exclaimed,
"Are you ready?" Amaro hugged Kashmir from behind. Turning to face him. "Yes, I am." "Finally, our Adil Amir will be the crown prince of Dubai a few hours from now," she said. The king had abdicated the throne and Kharim was crowned king when Adil Amir was 10 years old. 15 years later, Adil Amir was to be crowned as the crown prince of Dubai since Amaro didn't like the position, Adil Amir was next in succession. Kharim and Cleo had three children who were all female. As Kharim resolutely chose to be like his father and brother who had only one wife. Most of all he loved his wife and never looked at any woman. After all, he was already fed up with womanizing. So he had no hope of having a son. "Mother, you are always beautiful," Adil Amir said as he hugged Kashmir. "Thank you son," she said, looking at her 25 years old son wearing a crown. "Your mother will want you to visit us in Paris once a month. I know you'll be busier than ever now as you're already the crown prince of Duba
Amaro left the room after a period of time. He thought to give Kashmir ample time so she could calm down and they could talk. However, his heart sank in despair upon hearing that she left with the children. It was like his whole world was falling apart. The thought of losing his family is something he can't live with. "Get the car, we're leaving," he ordered Omar. "Yes, Your Highness," he bowed before he set out to do what he had been ordered to do. "Let's go to Lavigne's mansion," said Amaro, slipping in the car. His wife and children were sure to be there. He knew that Kashmir, however emotional she was, would not put their children at risk. Amaro got out of the car shortly after the car came to a full stop. His heart thumping inside his chest. He breathed in so he could calm down. He was so nervous to face Kashmir and what she was going to tell him. "Your Highness, your wife and kids went shopping with Princess Lauren," said the butler to Amaro when he asked where Kashmir wa
It's been a couple of months since Kashmir moved back to Amaro's mansion. Amaro couldn't ask for more, he had his wife back. Little did he know that there's yet to come that will shake him to the core. It was Saturday morning, Kashmir was having a shower when Amaro joined her in the shower. He spun her around to face him. Kashmir felt slightly dizzy and felt a throbbing pain in her temple. While Amaro was thirstily kissing her, the image of Irene and Amaro flashed in her mind so vividly that it's like she's taken back to the time where she saw Amaro and Irene under the shower. What happened two years ago came back to her mind. Unlocking their lips, she harshly pushed Amaro. Wearing a robe as she went out of the bathroom, her tears cascading her cheeks."Hey, what's wrong?" Amaro said as he came after her, wearing his robe. Kashmir refused to look at him, dressed up hastily. "Love, what did I do to make you angry," he knew she was angry at him.
The day after Kashmir's father and mother arrived, the king and queen together with Kharim and his wife Cleo arrived in Paris. The queen couldn't hold back her tears, "Kashmir, my daughter." The queen hugged her tightly as if she didn't want to let her go. "Mother, you are smothering my wife," Amaro chuckled. "Mother, my wife still has yet to recover her memory," Amaro explained as Kashmir couldn't return the affection given to her by the queen. "You mean, Kashmir is amnesiac?" Kharim chimed into the conversation. "Yes," Amaro replied, putting his arm around Kashmir's shoulder. "How are you, daughter?" The king asked Kashmir, his eyes tenderly looked at her. "I'm fine, Your Majesty," Kashmir answered and bowed her head. The king chuckled and said while looking at Amaro, "You're right son, your wife has amnesia because if she hasn't, she'll call me father." The king looked back at Kashmir and added, "Call me father, that is how you address me since
"Wow! I underestimated your skill. You're not only good at seducing, but also good at manipulating. You have taken advantage of the fact that my fiancee had lost her memory," Charles said sardonically, his lips twitched. "He didn't manipulate me, he had proof that I am his wife. And he also has proof that Adil Amir and Avril are our offsprings," she can't just remain quiet when she hears that he was ridiculed by Charles. "Amaro, please show them the proof," she whispered to him. Amaro kissed her forehead and went to their room. Charles was so jealous when he saw how they displayed their affection. For two years since she returned, he had never had a chance to be intimate with her because she always distanced herself from him. Mrs Lavigne was agitated at how Naomi behaved in front of Charles. "Naomi, what happened to you? What did he do to you to behave like this? " Mrs Lavigne couldn't hide her exasperation. "I'm not Naomi, I'm Kashmir," she fired back. Mrs Lavigne was startled
Omar opened the door of the car, Amaro smiled at him and smiled back. Omar was happy that the prince was happy. Amaro told him everything about Naomi. When the car was already on the street, Omar closed the partition to give the family their privacy and for him to concentrate on his driving as well. He was tempted to keep looking at the prince and his family and was afraid that they might have an accident because of it. While Avril slept during their trip to Amaro's mansion, all Amaro did was to plunder Naomi's mouth. Naomi hadn't complained about it as she thirsted for Amaro's kiss. He only stopped once they reached the mansion. Before getting out of the car. Amaro looked at Naomi's mouth that was already swollen because of the prolonged kissing. A slow contented smile etched on his handsome face. "Daddy, mommy," Adil Amir screamed when he saw Amaro and Naomi come into the mansion. "Who is she?" he asked, pointing at Avril. "Your little sister," Amaro answered. Naomi wanted to c
Standing beside the French window, staring at nothing, Naomi was immersed in her thoughts. Mrs Lavigne came near her daughter, she observed that since Naomi met Amaro, she was always pensive."Is there a problem?" Mrs Lavigne affectionately patted her daughter's arm who was obviously troubled.Naomi snapped back from her deep thoughts. Her heart is troubled that her marriage with Charles will be three months from now. She tried to make her heart still, reminding herself that she and Charles were so deeply in love and they have Avril. However, no matter how she injects that idea in her mind and heart, it seems that they wouldn't cooperate with her. They screamed Amaro's name. And to make things harder for her, each time she looks at Avril, she reminds her of Amaro."Nothing mom, it's really nothing,
Amaro cancelled his meeting after he learned from Mr Lavigne that Naomi was rushed to the hospital the day they left the countryside villa.Walking in large strides Amaro reached Naomi's hospital suite. At once, he entered the suite when he heard someone say to him to come in after he knocked on the door.Amaro was rooted to his spot when he saw Charles seated on the bed next to Naomi with a toddler on her lap.“Your Highness,” said Naomi, smiling at Amaro.Amaro approached the bed and stared carefully at the child in Naomi's lap. She looked like Naomi and she had blue eyes like his.“Whose child is she?” Amaro said as he held the child’s tiny hand.
That night, it seems that sleep evaded Naomi, she tossed and turned in her bed. Amaro’s blue eyes made her awake the whole night. She had an impression that Amaro is part of her life and that he holds a special place in her heart. She wants the touch that warmed her heart that seems to be lacking in her relationship with Charles. She can’t find fault with Charles, he is such a lovely gentleman and loves her so much. It’s just that her heart and body wouldn’t respond to him. However, she couldn’t solve the puzzle when she thought about Charles. According to their story she went missing for a month and returned after a month with amnesia. Did she meet Amaro at those times she went missing? Naomi had a strong feeling that she and Amaro had a deep connection and how can they have a deep connection w