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Chapter 42 : Lunch With Hafsa
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LylaI found myself in Melanie's room when I was dropped back off at the palace. Hafsa had parted with soft words that didn't register in my brain at all, but even if they had I wouldn't have cared. She could've given me the most sweetest and sincere apology even and I would still feel the same.All I wanted to do was curl up in a ball and lay there until morning came and Hafsa's car came to pick me up. "What should I wear?" Melanie held up two dresses, one of them a navy and the other a dark sage. "I want one that makes my eyes stand out."I blinked blearily at her, barely registering the question. Melanie had welcomed me into her room without batting an eye. She'd quickly hustled me over to a spot on her couch and settled me onto before dragging out an entire truck full of new dresses—ones I'm assuming Zayed had bought her.I couldn't, for the life of me, replicate or mirror her bright energy. I felt too dead inside. Too sucked dry from my conver
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RashidI followed Lyla out of the party.I wasn't getting stuck there by myself with happy people surrounding me. Even if it was to support my best friend, it sounded like torture. Lyla completely ignored me while we both passed through the entire palace, me right on her heels as she ran towards the east side where our bedrooms were. She bound up the stairs quickly, grabbing the ends of her dress to help her navigate the stairs better as she did so.I took them two-by-two, not wanting to let her gain too much of a start on me.As soon as she reached the top of the stairs, she took off again, heading directly for her room.Her hijab had fallen from the top of her head as she'd run from the opposite side of the palace. The fabric billowed behind her, along with the rest of her dress she still had clutched in her hands.Sprinting for her, I grabbed onto her right as we passed my room. She gasped out loud and stumbled, her hands dropping her dress
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LylaI woke up feeling groggy.Warmth surrounded me, as well as a pair of strong arms. I curled into Rashid's hard chest, soaking in what was left of our time together. I didn't want to get up or leave but knew that I had to. My car would be here soon, taking me to an airport and sending me home soon, never to step foot in the UAE ever again. I ran my hands over Rashid's torso, making my way up to where the cords in his shoulder and neck lay. I pressed my fingers along his smooth skin.I was going to miss the hell out of him. He'd sufficiently ruined me for the next person who decided to take a chance and try to change my mind about loving someone else. I hated how much that thought depressed me, but no matter what, I knew it was true.Rashid grunted softly, shifting under me. Slowly, I sat up. His hand came around to grasp my arm, holding me still. I smiled a little, seeing his eyes flutter underneath his eyelids.My hands fisted
Last Updated : 2022-11-24Sold to the Prince of Dubai Chapter 46 : Letters To Remember
RashidWhen I woke up again, I felt like I was in some kind of fever dream.I moved my arm under the covers over top of me, realizing after a minute the bed next to me was cold and devoid of Lyla. Lifting my head up from the comfort of my cocoon of blankets and pillows, I squinted in the poor lighting filtering into my bedroom. Figuring she'd gotten up to shower to prepare for the day ahead of us, I lifted myself up from the bed and rolled off it. When I looked over to my bathroom, though, I could tell that it was empty with no light on and the door open. A strange sense settled into my gut, telling me something was wrong. I ignored it, knowing paranoia was making my head feel worse. I grabbed a pair of sweats and pulled them on before heading out into the living area. I wasn't surprised not to find her there, I doubted if she'd actually gotten up for the day she'd be waiting in here for me.More than likely, she'd gone back to her room to fres
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LylaWhen I arrived at the airport, I pulled my headscarf tighter around my head and rolled my luggage through the front doors of the main lobby. Inside, it was packed with tourists coming and going—all in a hurry to get to wherever it was they needed to go. I kind of envied them in a way. Their lives were simple and uncomplicated by the consuming thoughts of being in love with an Emerati prince who would never be able to be with them even if he wanted to.Dodging and ducking around people, I eventually got into the line to check in for my flight. I didn't bother forcing any kind of happiness when the clerk handed me back my boarding pass with a smile and a wish for a safe flight.All I wanted to say back to her, realistically, was I hoped we landed in the ocean instead.I snorted to myself and tugged my luggage along behind me.That would be a great way to get myself wound up on some FBI watch list. Hey, maybe I could even get myself jailed and for
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RashidI tore the letter from the notepad and crunched it into my hand, my thoughts racing. Track her down. That's what I needed to do.Turning on my heel, I raced out of Lyla's room and back to my own. I quickly grabbed a shirt from my floor and shoved my feet into a pair of shoes. I'd long since forgotten my phone, back somewhere in Lyla's room that I didn't care to retrieve.I needed to move. Quickly.Jogging back into the hallway, my feet pounded against the stairs while I descended, catching the attention of the guards waiting there along with someone I was in no mood to entertain."Move." I bit out, seeing Hafsa turn away from her guards and move closer to me. She was directly in the middle of the path leading out of the palace, my only way of getting a car and getting the hell out of here.I ignored her and glared at my guards. "How long ago?"There was no doubt they knew what I was talking about, not only judging from the way
Last Updated : 2022-11-24Sold to the Prince of Dubai Chapter 49 : Turning Tides
RashidI stabbed the key into the ignition of the golf cart and punched the accelerator down to the floor with my foot. It let out a strained whine before jolting forward and heading off down the terminal hallway. Security had already radioed ahead of me, halting Lyla's plane from leaving the tarmac until I could get there and take her off of it. I didn't care how crazy it made me look, or if it delayed any flights around us. I wanted her back and I wasn't letting her leave without us actually having a proper goodbye.Plus, sending her home on a commercial flight? An awful idea from Hafsa. What was she thinking?Oh, right. Getting my mistress gone and out of the UAE before I could notice. I shook my head. Once this was all over with, she and I would be having a long talk.I slammed on the horn when a few tourists refused to move out of the way. They jumped in surprise at the high-pitched sound emitted from the golf cart and quickly clutched their b
Last Updated : 2022-11-24Sold to the Prince of Dubai Chapter 50 : All Along
LylaTwo Months Later…"—in other news, the price for gas and increased along with the spending budget for the—"Grabbing the remote, I flicked off the TV. Listening to more of that drivel was going to make my head melt. I slid off the couch and tossed the remote down onto the cushion I'd been preoccupying for the last five hours. Pressing a hand over my stomach, I groaned when it gurgled back at me. Ever since I'd gotten back from Dubai, I'd had the worst indigestion of my life.I had no clue if it was because I was eating American food or if my body was so over me shoving processed junk food down my throat from my depressive late-night binge eating, but after the past six weeks of dealing with this, I was starting to get really tired of it. I padded across my apartment and over into the kitchen to grab another glass of water. It was practically the only thing I could keep down at this point without wanting to immediately run to the bathroom an
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LylaJavier smiled at me. "I told you that. Remember?"I shook my head at him, trying to move backward but was only met with the hard bodies of the guards surrounding me. In my arms, Nasir began to cry. The sound made my heart ache. It fucking sucks that my newborn child has been put into this situation. It's not fair. "What is going on!" Salama tried to jerk away from the guards surrounding her too. "Javier, what are you doing!"He sighed. "I'm sorry to tell you, but I have to break off our engagement. Don't worry, I won't make it look like you were at fault.""I don't care about that!" she snapped back. "You're not actually taking her back to Spain with you, right?""I am, actually."I shook my head. "I'm not going anywhere with you, Javier. You know that."He frowned at me. "Lyla, we had a deal. I help you get your baby back and you come with me to Spain. You agreed to that.""I got my own baby back! No thanks to you!" I cried, holding m
Sold to the Prince of Dubai Chapter 148 : Trick Of The Eye
RashidI wasn't completely familiar with the palace but I had a general sense of where things were from the copious amount of times my father had gone into great detail about the intricacies of how this palace had been rebuilt after he'd become king.Why my father had been so obsessed with discussing architecture with me was beyond my comprehension at the time, but today I was grateful for it. Thankful even. Maybe I'd send the old bastard a thank you card after this was all said and done.After we'd closed Hafsa inside the nursery, we hurried down the hallway on the opposite side of where we'd come up from the staircase. I remembered there being a door to the outside toward the back of the palace, used for any of the waitstaff that came and went as they needed to.I didn't have any worries getting past them. By the time any of them realized who we were and what we were doing in order to call someone, we'd be long gone in a car to my jet sitting in the hangar w
Sold to the Prince of Dubai Chapter 147 : Ammunition
LylaI instantly wanted to cry.All of my emotions over the past few days that I'd bottled down in favor of trying to remain headstrong were finally coming up to the surface at the mere thought of finally being able to see my child again. Was this it? Was this really it?"Is he…?" Rashid asked from across the room.Before I actually broke down though, I reached over the side of the crib and gently folded my hands under the bundle lying there, lifting him gently until I had him out of the crib and tucked into my chest. He made a small noise as he readjusted himself, pressing his face into my neck and sighing softly against my skin.Oh my god.Finally.My hand came up to curl around the back of his head, my entire body folding around him to protect him from everything. Like I was his own personal human meat shield. My baby. My son.Finally, back in my arms.I rocked him gently, feeling that familiar weight I remembered on my chest
Sold to the Prince of Dubai Chapter 146 : Pointed Remarks
LylaDucking and weaving around corners to remain hidden was more annoying than I thought it would be.With Salama guiding us through the palace, she was constantly grabbing my arm and yanking me into a dark room, the sounds of others passing by or even the remnants of someone moving down a corridor had us both spooked beyond belief.I wasn't sure as to why Salama's parents wanted her back just as badly as they wanted Rashid, but I tried to stop understanding them a long time ago. It was easier to just assume the worst at this point.We wandered around what felt like every single damn hallway we could find. Having no clue as to how we were supposed to get out of here, or where to find Rashid in all of this as well as where Hafsa had run off to. Both of us were slowly growing more frustrated with each hallway we stumbled upon."This place is so horribly mapped," she spat as she dragged me down another corridor. "Who in their right mind would design a palace like
Sold to the Prince of Dubai Chapter 145 : Actions
LylaI had no idea how long I sat there on the floor before I remembered I had my phone still tucked into my jeans pocket.Sometimes past-me really had future-me's back. That was for sure. I had no idea who the hell I was going to call, but I had to try someone.Pulling my phone out, I dialed Melanie first. Her groggy voice answered me only a moment later."Mmm… Lyla?"I gasped into the phone. "They have me locked in a room!""What?" There was rustling on the other end. I sobbed into the phone, my entire body shaking as I spoke. "They locked me in a room! They took Salama away too! Javier's going to take me to Spain with him and I'm never going to get to see my baby again!""Hold on, I can't—hold on." There was a groan on the other end from Zayed before Melanie came back on the phone. "Lyla, where are you?""The palace in Abu Dhabi," I choked out. "They… I don't know, had this plan to give me to Javier to take back to Spain. I don't k
Sold to the Prince of Dubai Chapter 144 : Trapped
LylaI pushed past Salama to get into the room, a gasp leaving me the moment I laid my eyes on the scene in front of me.My heart pounded so wildly in my chest that I was afraid it was going to split my ribcage open and jump out. It felt like a dream to see what was in front of me—to finally lay my eyes on the one person who'd completely ruined my life and the one that had completely changed it too.There was Hafsa, seated in a large round chair with her arms cradling a small bundle. She smiled down at it, rocking slightly as she murmured something softly. The scene was so domestic and sweet looking that for a moment I felt delusional. There was no way that someone looking that content with life could have done all of this.But as soon as I heard a soft cooing sound, my dream-like state crumbled, forcing me back into the reality that was and not the one that my brain wanted me to believe in.I stumbled forward toward her, a hand quickly jerking me back from the
Sold to the Prince of Dubai Chapter 143 : Betrayal
RashidWe followed the attendant to an unmarked room away from the waiting room we'd been kept in for a little over half an hour. I wasn't surprised they were all taking their time. It was normal for officials to draw these kinds of things out, either for their own benefit by starving their clients, or making them too aggravated to think properly.And while normally it had the potential to work, both Javier and I were above falling for such things. We'd been trained in it, after all.Although, I am becoming a little jittering having to wait for so long. Because I know that if all goes well with this meeting, I'll be one step closer to getting my son back and holding him in my arms, and witnessing Lyla be a wonderful mother to him like it's second nature and she was born to do it.We're missing out on so many firsts with our newborn baby all because of that selfish fucking woman. The thought of Hafsa with Nasir caring for him like Lyla and I should be at this t
Sold to the Prince of Dubai Chapter 142 : Marked
Lyla Waking up the next day to Rashid's grave face sent me into a small panic attack that I ended up locking myself inside of my bathroom to deal with it while he got the rest of our stuff ready to head out.I didn't want to bother him with more of my head-shit, having seen him stressed way too much about the other things on his plate he had very little control over. It wasn't fair of me to monopolize him with all of my problems when he had his own to sort out too. Dumping everything onto him, especially right before we were going to be heading out, was a shitty thing to do.Finally, after what felt like an hour, I gathered myself and splashed some water on my face before finally leaving the bathroom and heading out to join the rest of our group in the living room. Surprisingly enough, they all looked just as stressed as I felt, even Salama who I'd suspected only came on this trip to supervise her fiance looked like she'd barely slept all night. I didn't know whet
