All Chapters of Sold to the Prince of Dubai: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

RashidThe moment I stepped outside onto the porch overlooking the backyard, I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my contacts. It was going to take a bit to get through the right channels in order to speak to who I wanted to, but that didn't mean I didn't have the tools to do exactly that. My contacts in Dubai were still loyal to me, even if my parents were more than likely highly discouraging toward them. It took around twenty minutes to finally have my line connected to the one I wanted, and by the time I heard the timbering voice on the other end of the line pick up, I was more than ready to get this conversation over with."Hello, Rashid.""Mohammad," I greeted back."I'm surprised you're calling." That had me rolling my eyes. As ridiculous as that statement was, Hafsa's father wasn't half the liar she was. I doubted for a second that this phone call was coming out of the blue, especially with the photos that were just leaked to the pu

LylaI came to with half a dozen people surrounding me."Okay everyone. I think she's back!"Cracking my eyes open, I squinted at the bright lights above me. There was something over my mouth that felt tight and uncomfortable, forcing me to lift my tired arms and bat at it. I felt a strange barrier of plastic over my mouth.What the hell happened? Where was I?"Oh, no no. Leave that be, dear. We don't want to be messing with that," someone I didn't recognize said to me.Looking over to the source of the voice, I spotted a woman who I didn't know. Immediately, it set my heart rate to spike again, causing me to hyperventilate.Oh god, more reporters?No. No, no no. How many had broken in?! Had there been more people waiting in the winds when that guy had approached the house and come in? Or had he actually been sending the location of where we were to other people so they could show up as well and harass us?Tears started cloudi

Lyla"This is really beautiful," Melanie told me, handing back the tablet. I looked down at it, the last sentence I'd written—no, plea—staring back at me. I had no idea how long we'd been sitting here, but it was well into the late afternoon and early evening given how far the sun had set outside the big windows framing the front of the living room.My finger hovered over the screen, the little save icon up in the corner pulsating with the reminder. Was I done? Was everything I needed to say in this… letter-manifesto? It seemed hard to believe that twenty-two paragraphs were going to be enough to convince millions of people of my innocence.Then again, a single headline had completely toppled my life to begin with. So maybe it was all about perspective at this point."I think what you have is perfect, Lyla." Melanie leaned her shoulder into me. "I know you're worried but you have a beautiful way with words and this reads like you telling them what happen

Lyla"I'm not really sure if I'm going to post this, but… fuck it. I guess I'll just say what I wanted to say on that live."I breathed out slowly, letting my shoulders relax before continuing."A lot of you may know me as the mistress of the prince of Dubai, or a gold-digging whore, or maybe even the person who seduced a royal and got knocked up. But… actually, my name is Lyla Arden." It felt so weird saying my own name. "I've been seeing a lot of speculation as to what happened at the beginning of our relationship and what's been going on now, and I wanted to come on here and tell you the truth. My truth."My throat constricted, forcing me to close my mouth. I stared wordlessly at my image, seeing my eyes slowly become teary. I smiled while my bottom lip trembled."Sorry… it's hard for me to talk about." I sniffled and wiped my eyes with the back of my hand. "When I met Rashid… I had no intention of ever falling for him. I… we… me and my best friend travel

RashidI pulled the phone away from my ear and put it on speaker. If they had anything they needed to say to me, then they could say it to all of us. I was done trying to cover for them and pacify their words when they'd never given me the courtesy of doing so themselves."About what?" I asked.She didn't say anything for a long moment. Whatever it was, it was clearly eating up her pride to do so. I couldn't imagine she'd called to apologize or anything like that. My mother wasn't one to admit her faults, even if they were staring her right in the face. In fact, she'd rather go to her grave than admit she was wrong about anything.It had been a frequent fight in our household in getting her to relent when she'd been misguided while raising us. She ruled with as much of an iron fist as my father, but at least my father could set aside his pride every once in a while and admit that he was human.There was never an apology though, from either of them. It