All Chapters of Sold to the Prince of Dubai: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

LylaHafsa's words haunted me.No matter how many times Rashid—and my friends—reassured me over dinner that night, I couldn't help but let my mind repeat them over and over again. 'Dubai will never accept you or your bastard'.Over and over and over.It was making me dizzy. That night, as Rashid lay next to me with his arms wrapped around my waist and his lips pressing against my neck while he whispered sweet words to me, I lay awake staring at the ceiling. I wished I could forget it all, put those words away and lock them in a box far away from the happy memories that I wanted to focus on instead.I was a married woman now—to the person I'd been wanting for the better part of a year. The man I'd been pining for and whose baby I carried was finally tied to me for the rest of our lives and neither of us could be any happier.So then why was I letting someone else ruin it all for me? I hated thinking that Hafsa was right, that I would ne

RashidI blocked Lyla with my body, putting an arm up when the flashing bulbs fired off, temporarily blinding me. It was in a strobe affect that instantly nauseated me, the racing patterns across the back of my eyelids hard to focus on as I shielded my face with my hand. Nothing was able to prepare me for the onslaught that bombarded us."Prince Rashid! Prince Rashid! Are you here with your mistress?""Prince Rashid! Does your fiancée know that you're here with your mistress?""Lyla! Did you know he was a prince?""Lyla! How did you and the Prince meet?""Prince Rashid!""Lyla!"Question after question they continued to barrel at us. Behind me, I could hear Lyla whimpering over the chaotic noises of the shutters flashing and people yelling over each other. The entire cacophony was hard to focus on, even if I were trying to actually figure out what any of them were saying.More shouting was heard off to our left and vaguely I heard a

LylaCheater.Homewrecker.Slut.Affair.All of these words were cycled throughout the media over the next couple of days. News cycle after news cycle, it was never-ending. Rashid did his best to protect me from it all, making sure that whatever channels we flipped through while we relaxed before bed were sitcoms and late-night dramas. He'd even hired a few private guards to stand outside our room all hours of the day, only letting the wait staff from the resort come down and drop off food for us and pick up our dirty plates left outside the door. After a while, I felt trapped in this villa. Of course, the room and the view were incredible. We still had free reign of our little domain and the pool outside, but it was nothing compared to having the freedom of walking around town and sightseeing and trying all of the local food.I was sad that our honeymoon had come to such an abrupt end that by the time there was a car waiting outside our vil

LylaOh fuck.No no no no. Of all fucking people to have the paparazzi banging down there down, it just had to be my parents and not my friends who were way more competent in dealing with this shit. "Mom. Don't answer them." I barked out. If they so much as cracked the window open to talk to those media suckers, I was going to completely freak out. Rashid and I were already dealing with enough, we didn't need my parents being stupid on live television to be added to that mix of horror."They keep ringing the doorbell!" My mom whined. "Your father's just about had enough and is ready to go out there and wave his gun at them!"I groaned and slapped a hand over my face. Jesus christ.Great, a gun being waved on national TV for all of the world to see. I'm sure that was going to make a great headline for TMZ whenever they aired the episode to the millions of people who were currently biting their nails following this story. Somewhere on s

Rashid I tried not to think about the interview and instead focused on tracking down as much information that the media had on us.Even though Lyla didn't want to do the tell-all with me, we still needed the upper hand in figuring out where exactly the media was going to lead the direction of this story. It was plainly obvious that they were planning on being absolutely ruthless when it came to Lyla, tearing her down and making her look like some college girl gone wild who happened to be at the right place at the right time to seduce me and then get pregnant with my child.The narrative that she was some kind of harlot mastermind, bagging herself a prince and then roping my family into setting her up for life with a hefty lumps sum and then annual payments in the future in order to ensure her compliance was not only laughable to me but straight up ridiculous.It gave the family too much credit, first of all, for accepting an outsider into our ranks—let alone a g