Chapter One
Saudi ArabiaZayn Al-Abadi is the owner of countless resorts and islands, a powerful man, but he was betrayed by the only woman he ever loved and to whom he was engaged for three years.Even though that story is in the past, he still feels the pain of betrayal and since then, he just has fun. For him, the more women the better, giving and receiving pleasure, nothing more.Sex with someone you don't love is different for Zayn. His ex-fiancée drove him crazy in bed, no other woman has managed that feat and he believes he will never feel such pleasure with a woman again.Zayn sighed sadly and kept walking until he entered one of his buildings.An employee slipped right in front of him, knocking over the tray he was carrying. A bowl of soup fell on the sheik's white shirt, and he looked at him angrily, as well as feeling a slight burning in his stomach."Sir, forgive me! The floor is wet and I slipped," The official said as he tried to get up, but fell again, hitting his head. "Ouch!"Zayn looks down at the floor and sees a puddle of water that has formed from the dripping air conditioning next to him. If the boy hadn't fallen before, he would have."Please, sir, don't send me away. I have children, I need the job," the employee asked as he stood up, grabbing a cloth napkin."Give me that!", Zayn took the piece of cloth, wiping himself quickly. "I'm not going to fire you, it was an accident.", he replies in a slightly harsh tone because he needs to change soon, he has a meeting before lunch."Thank you, sir!" The clumsy waiter thanked him, picking things up from the floor without stopping slipping.Zayn frowned at the scene."Get someone to clean up this mess", he ordered, heading for his office.A few minutes later, he took off his dirty shirt and put on a clean one that he had ordered from one of the stores in his resort as a matter of urgency. As he changed, he listened carefully to one of his security guards."Sir, we have a debtor who never pays on time. He has three loans that have been overdue for months. To his misfortune, I found him on the road and brought him to talk to you."Zayn ponders as he buttons up his light blue shirt, looking at himself in the mirror which is part of the office decor."Bring him here," he orders, without any apparent emotion.Then he sits down, waiting for his debtor to enter. He already has an idea who it is, he just doesn't know why he hasn't killed him yet, this being wouldn't be missed by anyone in the world."Here you are, sir," said the bouncer, cutting off his thoughts and pushing the man, who was staggering easily because he was a little drunk."Leave him and get out.", Zayn said, without stopping to look at the only human trafficker he knew 'still alive'.The man in front of him is dirty from the desert dust and the horrible smell emanating from his body is due to the lack of a good shower."I want my payment and I want it today! It has to be today, before midnight, or I'll hunt you down! I'll be your worst nightmare...", Zayn said, with a serious look on his face.The drug dealer's lips trembled as he tried to speak, his whole body shaking. The sensation that overtook him, apart from fear, was that of fainting."Sheik, I don't have any money, I've been trying to sell a woman who was kidnapped a few days ago, but I don't know why nobody wants her.""I don't care how you get all the money, get on with it!"'So, the dealer has an idea.' He smiled, showing his amalgam teeth."I can bring the young Brazilian girl to you as payment, she can be one of your odalisques. She has a beautiful body and hair the color of fire."Curious, Zayn frowned, looked at the man in front of him and asked:"How did you kidnap a Brazilian?""It was a package, sir, but the payer tricked me. So I took the young woman. I just need to bath her, because she's been with me for days and she's also a bit weak because she won't eat.""I wonder what kind of food you feed her, it must be completely inedible," said Zayn, tense."It's not like that, sir, I've taken good care of her all these days.""You've taken such good care of her that she hasn't bathed for days and hasn't eaten, I hope she's not dying, you desert worm!", Zayn shook his head in the negative."You know I'm against human trafficking," he said, grabbing his sword from the wall, and then striking a blow so fast that even the trafficker didn't notice. A trickle of blood ran down the disgusting man's face."Please, sir, don't kill me!", pleaded the man."What is your intention with the girl?", Zayn asked without patience, putting the tip of the sword to his neck and piercing it lightly until a drop of blood dripped out."I was going to hand her over to the boss in exchange for the money, but I'll offer her to a tribe in the desert if you don't want her as payment."Zayn knows that the girl won't be treated well in the tribes, she'll be tortured, raped, and made a slave until she's killed.With his heart softening at the thought of a frightened teenage girl, Zayn does something unexpected even for himself."Bring the girl in before midnight and I hope you haven't touched her. You'll lose your hand if you do!""By Allah, I swear I didn't touch her! I told you it's intact, you can check.""All right, don't waste any more of my time with you. If I find out you're still trafficking people, I'll kill you mercilessly.""I won't do it anymore, sir, I swear!", said the trafficker with his eyes wide and his hands raised.Zayn puts the sword back in its sheath and hangs it on the wall. He then calls the security guard, who takes the dealer away from him.Zayn keeps thinking about the young woman, and her fire-colored hair... He's seen a few red-haired women, but he's never had the pleasure of lying with one.Back in his seat and concentrating on his work, he hardly has anything to do, as everything is up to date. His signatures are very important, as there are meetings during the day.As soon as he finishes his work in the building in the city center, he heads for the beach to visit the resort that is being opened on one of its islands.Wearing a turban and social clothes, he makes his way to where everyone is. As he passes a few people, he feels women's gazes burning into his back.Zayn knows the effect he has on women, he is the most handsome Arab in his country.Chapter TwoZayn takes a warm shower. The water removes the foam from his body, tanned by the Eastern sun. The sheik has a physique that makes women sigh and his member is very large, something he can boast about, just the way the greedy ones like it.If he hadn't been waiting for that good-for-nothing to bring the young redhead, he would have been at the club burying himself between the legs of a beautiful lady or several.But the desire to protect the girl spoke louder. He could have left his security guard waiting for them and gone to satisfy himself, but something inside him told him he had to wait.Having finished his shower, he put on a robe and went to his bedroom, putting on some fresh clothes and walking barefoot through the apartment to the kitchen, where he had a glass of iced tea. Zayn even considered having a hot cup of coffee, but he needed to cool his body down, as he didn't want the young woman to be frightened by his boiling anger at the damn drug dealer.In the living
Chapter Three Alexandre has smashed everything in his path. His little princess has been missing for a week. He's panicked, completely desperate, he doesn't know what else to do.Angry, full of hatred and resentment, he screams to release the tension that is embedded in his heart. His daughter is everything in his life.He sits on the floor with his hands on his head and cries like he couldn't cry at his beloved wife's funeral.Morgana was born when Alexander was eighteen. He hadn't intended to be a father so soon, but if God wanted it that way, who was he to say anything?So, as soon as his little princess was born, Alexandre asked his girlfriend to marry him. His father, a very serious but fair man, was enchanted by his newborn granddaughter and helped his son with all the wedding preparations and let them live in the Aguiar Mansion, where Alexandre still lives today.Ten happy years passed until his wife discovered terminal cancer, which took her four months.During this period, Al
Chapter FourNana filled a basin with warm water and a clean cloth, sitting beside the bed and carefully removing the young woman's shoes so as not to startle her. Zayn watched attentively, taking note of the delicate, very injured feet.Nana moistened the cloth and began gently wiping the damp fabric across the young woman's body, paying attention to her face, arms, legs, and feet. With the removal of all the dirt from days of walking through the desert and sleeping, only Allah knows where the true beauty of the fiery-haired woman became visible."Now I'm truly lost," Zayn thought. Even with his back turned as he cleaned the young woman, Nana felt the intensity of her dear Zayn's gaze and laughed, causing him to furrow his brow."What's the matter, Nana?" Zayn inquired."You look at her as if she were a pot of succulent honey.""Honey? Yes, honey... Sweet, succulent, addictive," he clears his throat, interrupting his thoughts. "Looking at her is like looking at sunshine.""From that p
Chapter Five Zayn was exhausted and fell asleep in the armchair with his cell phone in his hand. On the bed, Morgana moved her head from side to side. Frowning, she let out a slight moan of pain. “Oh…” Turning her head a little more, a sharp pain seized her. “Ouch!” Morgana put her hands on the top of her head, the unbearable pain hitting her. She also felt her mouth drying out and a strong discomfort in her throat. She managed to open her eyes slightly. For several days, she had woken up in the dark and felt very cold, but now everything was different. She was lying on a soft bed, with a huge window next to her, through which the soft light of the moonlit night came in. Once again, a sharp pain in her head made her groan loudly: “Aaah!” Zayn wakes up as quickly as he fell asleep. He gets up abruptly, causing his cell phone to crash to the floor. But he takes no notice of this fact. She's awake, he thought, before approaching slowly so as not to startle her. Morgana watched th
Chapter six Barefoot, Morgana surveyed the room and made her way to the closet. She was searching for something she could conceal within the robe to protect herself. Recalling an old piece of advice from her father: "Looks can be deceiving." This Arab might seem good, but it's better not to try anything or he'll regret it, she thought while picking up a tie pin, hiding it within the robe's pocket. Morgana didn't find anything else she could use to defend herself, or the unfamiliar man might immediately sense her intentions. Summoning her courage, she released a long sigh and slowly left the room. As she opened the door, she carefully walked through the room. Morgana found no one. The space was vast, and she had no idea where the Arab might be. Suddenly, everything seemed to slow down. Morgana looked around. In the hall, observing the entrance door. Her eyes sparkled. She quickly sneaked toward the door. With increasing adrenaline, her heart began to beat faster, her hands becomin
Chapter Seven Certainly! Here's the translation of the text into English: "Alexandre Aguiar hadn't slept for days, he was extremely nervous. His new approach was to scream endlessly at his security guards and anyone who appeared in front of him. The head of security, Carlos, chose to call a doctor for his boss before taking off. Alexandre was only contained when four of his security guards held him down to receive a hefty dose of a powerful sedative. Upon being immobilized, Alexandre threatened everyone, even the pilot, and then passed out. "Is he okay, doctor?" Carlos asked, concerned. "Yes, he'll just sleep for a good while. When they reach their destination, if he has another anxiety attack, seek help," the doctor responded. Carlos thanked him and began the preparations for takeoff, securing the boss in bed. Looking at him now with a serene demeanor, he doesn't seem as arrogant, especially since his daughter was kidnapped. "Morgana," Carlos whispered softly, remembering the
Chapter eight Zayn went to a nearby store, conversed with the saleswoman, and requested women's clothing that wasn't too flashy but also didn't cover the body too much. The woman showed him a pair of leggings and a slightly sheer, black, loose-fitting, long floral shirt. With a discreet smile, Zayn approved of the saleswoman's choice. Having checked Morgana's shoe size, he easily selected comfortable footwear for her, considering her injuries. Satisfied with his purchases, he returned to the hotel and handed the bags to the young woman, who somewhat awkwardly thanked him and went to change. When Morgana returned to the living room, Zayn looked at her from bottom to top, speechless. His eyes clouded with the sensations she evoked within him. "I didn't think you could become even more beautiful than you already are," he commented, admiring her. Slightly embarrassed, Morgana thanked him for the compliment. She had never felt shy around a man; she was usually very uninhibited. "Com
Chapter Nine She removed her leg from his lap, stood up, and walked to the window, silently admiring the landscape, lost in her thoughts. Thinking about her father and everything she had been through in these past days. The luck she had in Zayn finding her. Luck? Yes, she believes it was luck, it’s the only answer she has to her own question. He approached, lightly touching her shoulders, interrupting her thoughts and causing her to shiver, even through the fabric. “Are your shoulders still hurting?” he asked, near her ear, turning her to gaze into his ocean-colored eyes. She swallowed hard; being this close to his face made her heart beat erratically. Zayn is like a soothing balm. “Are you okay?” she held onto his arms after feeling a little unsteady. How to tell him that simply being near her makes her legs weak? “I... I'm okay, thank you.” Still unable to control her legs, she leaned on his shoulders, feeling Zayn shudder at her touch. Or was it herself? She was so disorien