All Chapters of Sold to the Prince of Dubai: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Rashid"Wow, this is looking really good." Zayed nudged me, his arms crossing over his wide chest.I scanned the room, looking at all the muted tones the crew was bringing in to drape over the walls to make the entire place a little more 'enclosed' as they said. "You don't think it's a little… drab?"Zayed laughed. "Of course, you would think that. You come from a gold palace."I rolled my eyes, nudging him back. "You're the one that was stressing about what tapestries to bring over to your fiancée's family.""They quite loved those tapestries, thank you very much.""Uh-huh.""Mr. Al-Aryani." I turned around to look at one of the light crew coming over with a clipboard in her hand. "We were wondering if you could sit in a few of the chairs we brought. You're pretty tall, so we want to make sure that your wife doesn't look too small next to you when you both sit down.""Of course." My eyes darted around the living room. Speaking of

RashidThe moment Anthon Wright walked through the front door, I could tell he was a man of business. He wore his suit and tie in a polished way, giving the impression that he was not only fashion smart, but looked the part of the dashing reporter that he'd been portrayed to be.He was cordial as he shook Zayed and Melanie's hand and went out of his way to bring Lyla a basket of fresh fruit dipped in chocolate as not only congratulations for the baby, but as a condolence for what had gone on yesterday."I heard through the grapevine you weren't feeling well." He flashed a smile at my wife, handing it over to her. "Chocolate and fruit, I hear, is the best way to make one feel better."Lyla smiled and instantly plucked a chocolate-covered strawberry off one of the skewers before popping it into her mouth, her groan going right to my groin."It's good to meet you." Anton held out a hand to me, shaking my own with a firm grip. "I've met my fair share of royalty, bu

LylaWe watched it ring and ring in his hands.I could feel the tension budding in the air, a sour taste in my mouth making me wrinkle my face as Rashid's fingers tightened around the phone. Wanting to reach across the way and grab it out of his hands in order to toss it away from him so he didn't have to look at it any longer was a strong impulsion.His parents calling was never a good sign, no matter how often either of us had tried to see the good in him getting into contact with his family. They were toxic and would soon throw us both under the bus in order to satisfy their own agenda.How they could do that to their own son, their heir, was beyond me.I'd had my fair share of strife with my parents, but at least I'd grown up not being able to trust them. Rashid had over two decades, almost three, of pretending that they were looking out for his best interests. It wasn't until I came around that he'd been able to see them for who they truly were.

RashidPacing around the hallway outside of Lyla's room, I tried to not let the nurse's words get to me.'We'll run a test to make sure the baby is yours, but for now, we'll take him back to the nursery.'I hated to see them cart away our son, only having been born a few hours ago and already being ripped away from us. I wanted to believe Lyla, of course, I did, but she was also incredibly exhausted from having labored for so long, as well as barely having any food in her system.Sighing, I rubbed my hands over my face and headed down the hallway to where I knew there were a few vending machines lined up. I could at least get her some snacks to recover with while we waited for the test to come back. They'd reassured us that it wouldn't take too long for a match to be confirmed—and according to them, they didn't have any other middle eastern families on the unit, so the chances that our babies were swapped with someone else's were low. Still, the panicked look

LylaMy entire world stopped."W…What…?""Mmm, isn't that right?" she spoke in a soft voice, the same cooing noise that I'd heard earlier suddenly clicking into place in my brain.No, no no no...I couldn't breathe. My lungs were frozen, ice leaking into them and causing me to choke on my own words."Now," she went on. "I didn't get a chance to ask but, what was it that you named him? I'm thinking of something meaningful, like Asif. It means strong and powerful which is perfect for the next king of Abu Dhabi."My hands shook so violently that I could barely keep the phone pressed against my ear. "W-What?"Next king? What?Where did she...? How did she even...?This couldn't be happening."It's only fair that I take what was supposed to be mine, Lyla." Her tone was matter-of-fact, almost relaxed sounding. There was another soft cooing noise on the other end that tore my heart in two. "He was supposed to be my heir, not yours. So I b