All Chapters of Sold to the Prince of Dubai: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Rashid"What's going on?" my sister asked.I never thought I'd be calling Salama of all people, but I was desperate for anything at this point. We'd never really gotten to be close as siblings with our parents always dragging us away from each other to groom us into the separate gendered roles we'd soon fall into once we were adults.It'd been sad to see my only companion at a young age, her being only a year and a half younger than me, get dragged off by her maid staff while we both kicked and screamed for the opposite to happen. We wanted to play and be children, not have the world's weight in responsibilities placed in our laps before we even knew how to drive. As I was trained to be the next future king, Salama was trained to be an attentive wife to whatever leader or high-profile man she found herself married to. Our mother had always planned big things for her. As the oldest daughter, she'd be the one to be married off first as was custom in our family line.

RashidMy sister and her fiance arrived just shy of the sun setting the next day.It'd been a long while since I'd seen my sister, even before I'd left Dubai to come to the States to find Lyla again. We'd never been close as siblings and with her and my engagements happening at the same time, our schedules colliding were even less often.Still, it was nice to finally see a member of my family that wasn't interested in cutting me off just for the sake of not following archaic rules. Salama was a tough person to get along with sometimes, but her coming here to support me was more than enough to wipe away that age-old sibling strife.She hugged me when I greeted her at the door, a surprising gesture but one that I welcomed. My guards carried in her luggage, along with Javier's, who wasn't far behind her."How was your flight over?" I asked them both, briefly hugging Javier as well.I didn't want to, not after what Lyla had told me—but I needed all of th

LylaMy entire body went stiff at Javier's words. Did I just hear him correctly or is my mind playing tricks on me? "What… what do you mean 'go back home to Spain with you'?"Javier laughed softly, tracing his thumb over my bottom lip. There was an emotion in his eyes that I had a hard time coming to terms with recognizing—desire. He wanted me and apparently, he was going to use my baby as a means to get it. How sick to say that to a grieving mother.Then again, I'd kind of known this from our first time around. Javier played a jovial character, but there was something underneath all of those smiles that were a little bit sinister."What I mean to say," he pressed another kiss to my lips, startling me again, "is that once you and your baby are safe, I'm going to take you to Spain with me. You and Rashid haven't been married long, you still have time for an annulment."Biting my tongue was so fucking hard. Did he actually think my finding out about R

RashidThe moment I stepped back into the house, the tension in the air was palpable.Whatever had gone down in the time Salama and I had been out was something that I knew I wasn't going to be happy about. Lyla glanced up at me from the couch, her eyes filled with guilt as I made my way over to her. Javier was nowhere to be seen. If he'd forced her to do anything, I was going to lose my mind.Holding my hand to her, I helped her from the couch without a word. Her hand trembled in mine as I led her upstairs, her body pressed close to me the entire way up until we were behind our locked door.I brushed her hair back from her face. "Did he touch you?"She blinked up at me. "In… what manner?"I gave her a look. "Any matter, Lyla."She frowned. "He… held my hand…""And?"She blinked again. "And what?""That's it?""Yes? Rashid, I didn't suck his dick if that's what you're asking me."I blew out a breath, slowly dissolv

LylaIt wasn't long before Javier announced to us that we would be taking one of his private planes over to Abu Dhabi, an announcement that had every one of us living in the house excited and nervous all in the same breath. It had been just a little over two weeks since Nasir had been taken from the hospital, but it already felt like it'd been decades since I'd seen him last, felt him on my chest, and looked into those watery eyes of his as he drew in his first breathes of life.My heart was so empty without him here with me, and it was all I could do to keep from crying the moment Javier had pulled me aside privately to tell me he'd talked his advisors into giving us a decree to enter Abu Dhabi without a fight. I couldn't help but hug him out of gratitude, further selling the lie to him along with genuinely wanting him to know that I was truly grateful.I knew it was only leading him on further, but I didn't care at the time, nor did I now looking back at it. Even