Kidnapped by the Arab

Mía couldn’t believe what she was hearing; everything seemed like a bad joke.

“It’s not funny, Ahmed.”

“I’m not joking, Mía. I don’t want to marry Aracha, and you don’t want to marry Carlo. Think about it carefully. I’ll leave you alone so you can have some peace and make a good decision. Tomorrow, I’ll come for your answer.”

Mía didn’t reply; she was completely surprised. She had been living with the man to whom she had given her virginity, feeling a great sense of shame. On the other hand, she was furious with him. How could he keep such a significant secret and act like nothing had happened between them, when indeed, so much had?

She was tempted to call Thara or Caroline, but she was certain Carlo had her phone tapped, and she wanted nothing to do with him. She felt more alone than ever. Amira and Raccha were too conservative to confide in about something like this.

Hours passed, and Mía couldn’t sleep. Every time she tried, nightmares haunted her, with Ahmed appearing in them now. In the midst of the night, Ahmed was in a similar state, waking up drenched in sweat. He decided to take a bath before heading to Mía’s room. He needed to sleep, and he knew he could only do that next to her.

Mía pretended to be asleep when Ahmed entered her room. She didn’t want to confront him right then, as she was still processing everything. Ahmed assumed she was sleeping and lay down beside her. Eventually, they both fell into a deep slumber.

The next morning, Mía heard a knock on her door. Luckily, Ahmed wasn’t there anymore, and he had left no note on the pillow, probably assuming she hadn’t noticed his presence. She opened the door and received a sharp slap on her cheek.

“Pack your things and leave the country immediately. You have one hour to leave the palace, or you’ll see what I’m capable of,” Basima said, transformed by rage. The insignificant girl wouldn’t ruin her family.

Ahmed’s hand stopped Basima from striking Mía again. “How dare you hold your mother’s arm, you ungrateful son!” Basima shouted.

“I’m sorry, Mother, but I won’t let you hurt Mía again,” Ahmed replied, bowing his head, as he had done once before to defend Lyna.

“This woman leaves now. I don’t want her in my palace for another moment.”

“You’re right, Mother. We’ll leave right away.”

Before Basima could respond, Ahmed took Mía by the arm and walked her out of the palace. She cried silently, allowing herself to be led away, unable to resist.

Ahmed’s men prevented Basima from following them. Her fury grew, and she started destroying everything in her path. That woman would know what a mother was capable of doing for her son.

Ahmed took Mía to his palace, which was conveniently located across from the Sheikh’s palace.

“From now on, we’ll stay here,” Ahmed said.

“Mia, I want to go back to the United States,” Mía replied.

“Think it over carefully. For now, I won’t allow you to leave. In a few days, when you’re calmer, you can let me know your decision.”

He instructed their belongings to be moved to their new rooms. He assigned Mía the room right next to his, which he knew wasn’t allowed. She was supposed to stay in a separate area of the palace, but he didn’t care at this point.

In Italy, Carlo decided to go out and have some fun. He didn’t need a night of drinks and girls; he was fed up with having to tolerate Vittoria’s company.

In the early hours of the morning, he returned home to find Vittoria waiting in the living room. When she heard him come in, she felt relieved. She had dressed up in a sexy babydoll, but to her surprise, Carlo was accompanied by two girls.

“What the hell is this?” Vittoria asked.

“Shhh, shhh, mind your own business. Respect my guests,” Carlo replied, looking at Vittoria’s almost naked body for a moment before bursting into laughter.

“Hahaha, what are you trying to do with that outfit? Cover yourself up and get out of my sight.”

Vittoria covered herself and rushed to her room, tears blurring her vision. In her haste, she tripped and fell down the stairs. Carlo and his companions laughed heartily.

“Look at this woman, she’s so clumsy that she can’t even climb stairs properly, hahaha,” the girls laughed along.

Vittoria ran to lock herself in her room and immediately called Carlo’s mother.

“What’s wrong, dear?” Greta asked.

“It’s Carlo.”

“What has that wretched son of mine done to you now?”

“He’s in his room with two girls, and they were making fun of me.”ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“Now, he’ll experience his mother’s dark side.” Greta hung up and changed her clothes to go out immediately.

A few minutes later, Greta arrived at Carlo’s mansion and went straight to her son’s room. She burst in without knocking, and Carlo was surprised to see his mother standing there. He and the girls were completely naked.

The obese woman advanced towards them, grabbing the girls by their hair and dragging them out of the room. They tried to defend themselves, but due to their drunkenness, they couldn’t.

“Mamma, what are you doing here?” Carlo asked.

“I’m giving these sluts a lesson. Get up right now and go sleep with your wife. If you want to fool around, do it with her.”

Carlo felt embarrassed by her response. He hadn’t imagined that his mother would ever see him in such a situation.

He quickly dressed and left the room to try and stop his mother, who was still dragging the girls down the stairs. He approached her, trying to make her release them.

“Don’t you dare, Carlo Morán Conti, or from now on, consider yourself officially without parents.”

Greta ordered the men with her to take the girls away.

“Mamma, please, let them get dressed.”

“No way! If they like undressing so easily, we’ll indulge them. Boys, take them and drop them off on a street where there are people. Woe to you if I find out you haven’t done so.”

“Mamma, please, they’ll talk about what the mother of Carlo Román did,” Carlo tried to stop her, but his level of drunkenness wouldn’t allow it.

“I couldn’t care less about what they say. Now go back upstairs; I want grandchildren soon, so start pleasing me,” she said before leaving.

Carlo entered Vittoria’s room, completely furious.

“So, you can speak up now.”

“I’m sorry, Carlo. I got angry when I saw you with those girls.”

“You haven’t understood a thing. You’re my worst nightmare, but if you want to be in their place, I’ll oblige. I know you’d prefer not to be.”

Terrified, Vittoria stepped back. Carlo approached and tore her clothes off. He threw them onto the bed and placed her face down. Without any tenderness or consideration, he entered her. The pain made her scream.

“Scream all you want; no one will help you. My mother has already left, and she wants grandchildren, but it’ll be impossible this way. Now you can’t say I haven’t touched you.”

He increased the roughness of his movements until he was satisfied. Then he distanced himself from her, got dressed, and said, “I’ll take a shower in my room; I can’t stand being near you for even a minute.”

He left without caring that Vittoria was bleeding. She cried uncontrollably and considered going to a clinic, but her shame was too great. She managed to get up with difficulty and headed to the bathroom. She turned on the faucet to fill the bathtub, steam rising from the water. Despite that, she got in, desperate to cleanse herself of the filth.

Meanwhile, Mía didn’t know what decision to make. She didn’t want to go back to Carlo, as she knew he would eventually find her in the United States.

In the morning, Ahmed entered her room as the sky was just beginning to brighten.

“Don’t you know what doors are for, Your Highness?”

“Are you still upset?” Ahmed asked.

“What do you think?”

“I’m sorry, truly sorry. Since that day we were together, I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind. You linger in my thoughts endlessly. If you let me, I-”

“I accept.”

“Wait, what did you say?”

“I accept being your wife, Ahmed.”

“I assure you that you won’t regret it. I’ll do everything I can to make you happy.”

“It won’t be what you’re thinking. You need to get rid of Aracha, and I need to get rid of Carlo. This will be like a contract.”

Ahmed couldn’t believe what he was hearing – “A contract?”