Prologue

The Sheikh's Submissive

Prologue

A Week before:

São Paulo, Brazil.

Morgana paraded down the catwalk, her slender body undulating gently with the sway of her hips. She wore a long dress in lurex fabric with sequin details

The slit in the legs exposed her long, shapely thighs and the tight-fitting garment marked her slender waist and perfectly outlined her backside. At the front, a deep neckline shows off the valley of her breasts.

The model has a penetrating gaze and her curly hair is part of her outfit. Her small, firm breasts sway gently as she walks. She feels the nipples rub against the fabric, giving her a slightly pleasurable sensation.

"Divine! She's simply divine!", Régis, the world-renowned stylist, spoke while clapping for himself and for the beauty who was parading with his latest work.

Men, even accompanied men, cannot remain indifferent to the beauty of this stunning redhead.

Morgana smiled, knowing the effect she had on most of them. Accustomed to being seductive, she casts sensual glances at those she likes best, and today, it seems, she will handpick the man she will take to bed. This thought satisfies her libido right away.

Alexandre Aguiar is a well-known businessman in Brazil and around the world. Morgana's father is a family man and everyone knows that anyone who hurts his daughter will at the very least have to face him in court. Alexandre is capable of going through hell for the little princess in his eyes.

Morgana has a delicate appearance and has always had everything money can buy. Her father has spoiled her throughout her 25 years and is more than present in her life.

Alexander acts this way because his wife, the love of his life, died a few years ago, leaving him with Morgana when she was still young.

Only the father and daughter live in the huge mansion. Alexander doesn't want to remarry, but he goes out with other women just to appease his body's desire.

Alexandre smiles as he watches his little princess parade. Of all the other models, his daughter is the most qualified and the most beautiful.

Security guards are scattered around the venue. Some were close to Alexandre and others on stage and disguised in the crowd.

In thirty years of working in the stock market and fashion, he has made some powerful enemies.

Morgana leaves the stage for another change of clothes by the designer.

Other models are giving such a thought-provoking presentation that even Alexander ends up paying close attention.

Morgana hurried to the dressing room to change and when she entered, she was startled. The whole team has been taken. They are all gagged and tied up with ropes, lying on the floor, panic evident on their faces.

Before she can escape, a man holds her back. Morgana struggles with all her might, but he grabs her around the waist. She threw her head back, breaking his nose, who released her. Morgana tried to get away, but another man grabbed her.

"No! Take your hands off me!"

The man put his hand over Morgana's mouth to stop her screaming. She bit her attacker's hand, drawing blood. He screamed in pain and nervously slapped her, causing her to fall.

The man grabbed her again and lifted her by the hair. Morgana screamed with pain and hit him on the foot with the heel of her shoe.

"Oh, bitch!", he said in a slurred accent, arming himself to punch her beautiful face.

Another man grabbed him by the arm. He seemed to be fighting with him, from the tone of his voice. Talking in Arabic. Unfortunately, Morgana understands almost nothing. The few Arabs she has spoken to in her life have been in English.

The man who had prevented her from being assaulted held her chin and ran his finger gently over the corner of her lips, wiping away the oozing blood, where a purplish bruise had formed.

Morgana looks into his eyes.

He's analyzing her face with great interest, so he goes back to complaining about the man who assaulted her.

"Let's get out of here", he says in Portuguese, almost without an accent.

He ties Morgana's hands and gags her, putting a cloth bag over her head.

Morgana became desperate and tried to get free. The man threw her over his shoulder and held her very tightly. Tired of struggling, she just listens to what is happening around her as the man walks away.

From the sound of the echo caused by his shoes, they are in the garage. Suddenly, shouts and gunshots are heard. They put Morgana in a vehicle and drive off, tires screeching.

"Go, go, go! Go, go!", shouted one kidnapper, shooting his opponent through the car window.

The driver is skillful, practically flying down the road. Some vehicles that pass them lose control, causing several accidents and blocking the roads.

The cars following them are forced to stop. Carlos, Alexandre's chief security guard, gets out of the car, asks for a helicopter, tells them where they've gone, and gives the license plate number.

"Shit! A thousand times shit! The boss is going to kill us!", he said angrily, throwing his cell phone on the ground, which shattered into several pieces.

At the event, Alexandre was pacing back and forth. After the news he had received, his eyes shone with hatred and pain.

"I want my daughter! Bring my little princess or I'll kill you all!", he shouted at the security guards as they walked to the parking lot.

The helicopter, flying over the indicated location, finds the car and chases it, but unfortunately, to throw them off the scent, they enter the subway, descending the stairs with the vehicle.

Everything went according to plan. The driver has been taken hostage with a gun to his head and is waiting for the others to arrive. The crew have been forced out and are sitting with their heads down and their hands up.

The kidnappers get out of the car and the one who assaulted Morgana pulls her out, causing her to stumble. The other one shouts something and throws her over his shoulder again.

Some people are braver and look at the impressive scene.

Morgana scrambles back to her feet, trying to free herself from the claws that hold her by punching the kidnapper's back. They get into the wagon and the driver is forced to close the doors and move on.

The helicopter hovers above the scene, awaiting the arrival of the motorcycle security guards and the police.

The kidnappers get off at a shopping center station and change cars, leaving the parking lot calmly.

The police enter the station, finding the driver tied up on the floor of the car.

"Shit! We've lost them!", said the head security guard to the others.

Not far away, in another parking lot, they handed Morgana over to a man as if she were merchandise.

"Here you are! Where's the money?", asks the kidnapper in English.

"Did you touch her?"

"No sir, she's intact. We just want the money, we're not rapists."

The man hands the kidnapper two suitcases full of money, puts Morgana in his car, and sets off on a long journey.

Alexandre gets out of the car in a rage, enters his company, and sees no one in front of him. He heads to the office, locking himself in with the security team to analyze the cameras from the event.

Hours pass in the process and nothing. He pours himself a shot of whisky and pours a few more glasses, but nothing calms him down. Disgruntled, he threw the last glass at the window, shattering the glass.

"I'm going to find you, little girl, even if it's the last thing I do in my life!"