Todos os capítulos de Sold to the Prince of Dubai: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Rashid "Hi! You've reached Lyla Arden. I can't come to the phone right now, but—"I cursed under my breath before pulling the phone away from my ear to drop the call. "Why isn't she answering?"Melanie turned around from the front seat to look at me, a worried frown set on her face. We'd stopped at a gas station as soon as we'd gotten out of the city to fill up before heading out on the road again, giving us enough time to situate ourselves and figure out what the hell we were going to do. Now that we were all but fugitives running from the Dubai embassy, we had very limited time in deciding on a plan. There was no telling when it would be that my mother would send out the entire U.S. armed forces in order to surround us and drag us all back to Dubai—save for probably Melanie.Though, even that was subjective. If my mother was feeling particularly vindictive, she'd drag Zayed's fiance back to the UAE just to throw her into jail out of petty rev

LylaMy dad grabbed the shotgun off the hooks by the door, his finger flicking off the safety. He wouldn't be that stupid by shooting a cop or one of Hafsa's guards, right? There was no way he would be that trigger-happy.I stumbled down into the entryway, grabbing onto the side of the wall before I could pitch forward enough and drop to my knees from the momentum. My heartbeat was loud in my ears, rushing through me fast enough that my hands were shaking."Dad, wait!"He ignored me again, his hand finding the door knob and practically ripping the entire thing off of its hinges in order to throw it open. He raised the muzzle of his gun at whoever was on the other side, my view of them blocked by my dad's body."Who the fuck do you think you are, banging on my door like that?" He trained the gun on whoever it was, shoulders tense.The person huffed at him."I'm looking for Lyla Arden. Is she here?"That voice.My eyes widened.R

RashidI stopped breathing.No.No, that can't be right.Could it?I hadn't heard Lyla's words correctly. Surely her telling me that this baby, the one who was currently fluttering against my palm, was Shane's. Just like she'd told me. She wouldn't lie to me. Lyla…Lyla couldn't be…She swallowed thickly. "Rashid…? Say something.""My…?" is all that came out of my mouth. My brain felt completely broken. Fried. All of this was a dream. An elaborate way for my mind to tease me with the ultimate fantasy that I'd so desperately wanted all this time. The one thing that I'd been secretly wishing for without telling anyone. There was no way.No way I could be this lucky.Lyla's hand shook against mine. "He's… he is yours. I-I promise. Shane and I, we… We've never slept together. You're the only one I've ever slept with."She wasn't lying. I knew that look in her eyes. My mouth dropped open, my mind wanting me

Rashid Waking up in the morning, I could see the sunlight peering in from above the closed curtains. The weight on my chest shifted slightly, a smile forming across my face as I breathed in Lyla's scent. With my arms wrapped tightly around her and the soft gentle pulls from her body syncing with mine as she continued to sleep, all felt right in the world once again.There was no more anger or heartbreak left in me. All of it had been replaced with the pure and unadulterated love I had for this woman who so peacefully slept in my arms. I was so lucky to finally have her. I wouldn't have to be consumed with the thoughts of her being with someone else, or someone else treating her poorly unlike how I would. She would be able to be cared for in the way that I knew I could and provide the best life for her and our baby.There would be no looking into her ten years down the road when I felt like my life was really falling apart, only to find her in some happy m

Lyla"You sure I look okay?"Melanie smiled at me, fixing a fly-away piece of hair coming out of the updo she'd styled my hair in. "You look amazing. Trust me."Looking back into the mirror, I took in my entire reflection. I'd been so surprised to find such a nice dress—a maternity one, at that—when we'd headed to the dress shop right after Rashid had gone to find Zayed. It was an off-the-shoulder dress that had billowing sleeves and a lapel that banded over my collarbones at a straight angle. It sloped down in the back to reveal a deep-v going down to my mid-back with a short train. The front of it was smooth and form-fitting, displaying my baby bump in a soft way that didn't completely overtake the entire look. The fabric of the dress was an amazing soft silk that shimmered like water each time I moved.My veil was tucked into the top of my updo in the back with a comb, trailing down to reach just past my butt. It was a simple but elegant look th