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And of course, there’s Amin, my husband’s ever-faithful right hand.

Traveling for us isn’t like it is for normal people. We practically move the entire palace: press aides, bodyguards, lawyers. The list never ends.

This morning, my mother came to pick up her grandson to spend the day with him, leaving me and Jazmina free to go shopping. She and Konrad decided to postpone their honeymoon until we return to Rheadur. Mom doesn’t want to miss a single minute with Tajj.

But Jazmina doesn’t look happy. On the contrary, if I had to guess, I’d say she’s about to faint.

“All right, I’d rather you hear it from me.”

My heart skips, and I’m on my feet in seconds. “Did something happen to Kaled?” Just the thought makes me shake.

“No.”

“Then what is it?”

“What time did my brother get back to the hotel last night?”

“Late. He had a meeting with the board of the shipping company. Why?”

She unlocks her phone and shows me the homepage of a celebrity magazine.

The headline makes my knees buckle.

Playboy Sheikh Kaled Fouad Ayad Badawi Faheem spotted leaving a Berlin hotel in the early hours with model Ingrid Meyer. Could there be a second wife soon?

Chapter 52

Berlin - Germany

“Don’t come any closer,” she says, pointing her finger at me. “You’re not going to touch me.”

I keep walking closer to her. “I would never touch you against your will, but we both know perfectly well what the problem is, don’t we? Why don’t you confess that your fear isn’t of me but of yourself?”

“You must be crazy if you think I still desire you and—”

I pull her to me and silence her insolent mouth with a kiss. She resists for about five seconds before she practically climbs my body.

I pick her up, pressing her against the wall.

“I don’t want you.”

“Liar,” I accuse. Lifting her skirt, I caress her soft thighs.

“It’s just a physical reaction,” she continues, stubbornly. “I can’t control my body.”

I steal another kiss, even more wanton than the last. “I wanted to talk, but I swear you drive me crazy, woman.”

“This is lust. I want your love,” she says, but her hands are already tearing off my suit and opening my shirt, her teeth licking and biting my nipples.

Mad with desire, I unzip my pants and, at the same time, pull her panties aside. I tease her only once before thrusting deep inside her.

“This is love,habibti.”

“Lust,” she insists.

I slowly pull out and penetrate her again, while pressing our foreheads together.

“Love, my Adeela. Mad, passionate, faithful, devoted. Yours.”