Her Older Sheikh – A Sheikh Breaks My Heart Read Online Marian Tee

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"Why don't you just end it?" Julian asks quietly.

"Which one?" I ask bitterly. "My obsession with her, which has no cure? Or my betrothal, which is key to ensuring Huzna's ability to protect itself in future wars?"

"You're the only one who can answer that. But if you marry someone you don't love," my friend warns, "you could end up breaking another girl's heart."

JULIAN DRIVES US TO Paradijs when our stalking session concludes at the sight of her leaving the cafe and cycling away.

I miss her, dammit.

But this just has to be a fucking obsession, and nothing else.

Fleur meets with us at the lobby, and Julian's wife insists I join them for lunch at the club. Most people underestimate Fleur because of her reputation for being a social butterfly, but she's long mastered the art of using this misconception to her advantage.

She's extremely good at charming information out of people, and even though I'm already on my guard, I somehow still end up telling her everything.

Dammit.

"I'm so sorry you're faced with a choice like this," Fleur says. "But if it means anything, I have this friend who married a guy knowing that he still loved someone else. Long story short, he realized that he no longer loved the other woman, so..."

"You believe I may eventually feel the same way for my betrothed."

"It's a possibility at least, don't you think?"

"He wouldn't know how to answer that," Julian drawls, "since he hasn't met her."

Fleur's eyes widen. "Seriously?"

"I've been...busy," I say stiffly.

"You can't have been too busy," Julian points out, "since you also managed to 'obsess' over another girl in your spare time."

"Fuck off."

But of course, this only has my friend smirking, since me losing my temper means he's made his point.

"You can always check her social media," Julian's wife suggests. "At least you'd know what she looks like without having to meet her in person."

I make the right noises for Fleur's benefit, but the truth is, I already know I won't do anything of the sort.

Ever since meeting her, it's become impossible for me to even think about my betrothal without feeling I'm committing fucking adultery. I don't even know her name, but I already feel like looking up my own betrothed on social media feels like I'm betraying her.

Karma fucking bites indeed, and I now know that I'm just as weak, just as fucking human as everyone else. The only reason I had it so easy when choosing duty over personal interest was because none of the other things had mattered as much.

None of them had mattered the way she mattered, and now that I've learned my fucking lesson—-

You made Your point, God.

You made it loud and clear, so can You just show me what's the right thing to do now?

Chapter Four

Ember Hallman might be the girlfriend of Sheikh Ilyas Al-Masri in secret, but she was also officially employed by the royal family of Huzna, and it was the latter persona that was about to have a heart attack.

Today was supposed to be a dry run for next month's launch of The Huznan Way, a program that was months in the making and involved carefully selected individuals who would then share their specialized knowledge of Huznan culture, arts, and technology.

THW was all about showcasing everything the kingdom had to offer and proving to the world once and for all that it was not a nation of barbarians. And it truly wasn't, but how could she expect their guests to believe this when His Highness, Sheikh Rashad Al-Masri, had just sent away another woman in tears?

And that was already the sixth...in the past hour alone!

She would've expected such actions from her boss-slash-secret-boyfriend Ilyas, who had always been the hotheaded and impatient sort. Maybe even Khadem, too, whose rare but violent displays of temper often resulted in his enemies being rushed to E.R. - if they were lucky enough to be alive, that was.

But Rashad?

The way he had been acting for the past hour was not like him at all. Rashad might not be as silver-tongued as the Crown Prince, but he had never done anything that could classify as a PR nightmare for the royal family...until now.

Ember fixed a smile on her lips while resisting the urge to run as she made her way to Adam Al-Masri. The renowned surgeon was half-French, half-Huznan, and he was also the first in his field to incorporate traditional Huznan medicine in post-op care.

While Adam was attending today's luncheon as one of the representatives of THW, he also happened to be a cousin of the Huznan princes, and it was for this reason Ember urgently required the acclaimed surgeon's help.

Adam raised a brow when he saw Ember coming up to him with a dazzling smile. Not good, he thought right away, and his guess proved correct as the redhead murmured something about needing his opinion on this and that.


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