A Sheikh to Marry

A Sheikh to Marry

Nabiath

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PROLOGUE : What wouldn't we do for our children ? A mother is capable of doing anything to save her kids. That's exactly the case for me-Carla, a twenty-year-old woman, mother of twin girls, and divorced from an irresponsible and criminal ex-husband. I find myself in a delicate situation when my ex kidnaps our daughters and forces me to steal priceless jewelry from the office of the powerful, ruthless, and bloodthirsty Sheikh Mohamed, who has come from his country solely to attend the inauguration party for the purchase of his new company in America. To avoid losing my children, I accept-against my will-to do what that vile man asks of me. I do everything I can to get a job as a waitress at the party in order to carry out my mission. During the event, I see the Sheikh from behind, deep in conversation with his advisors and collaborators. I quietly slip away toward his office, which, to my relief, isn't locked. My heart races as I start searching through the drawers until I find a small bag filled with golden jewelry. I feel a rush of relief that everything has gone smoothly, but I'm not proud of what I've just done-I've never stolen anything in my life. But I have no choice. My daughters' lives are on the line. I thought I had planned everything perfectly. What I didn't expect was for the Sheikh to catch me red-handed. What fate does the Sheikh have in store for me ? Will I make it out of this ? Will I be able to save my children ?

A Sheikh to Marry Chapter 1 A sheikh to marry

CHAPTER 1

(POINT OF VIEW : CARLA WILLAR)

-Finally, Franck, are you crazy for hurting your daughters ?

_Kids I never wanted, never loved, and never will, he says, his eyes full of hatred.

At only twenty-seven, Carla Willar feels like life has beaten her down. She's exhausted-mentally, physically, emotionally. Since she was a little girl, she has only known pain. First came the abandonment-her mother walked away the day she was born. Then came the neglect-her father, an alcoholic, never gave her a second of love or care. And as if fate wasn't done playing cruel games, she ended up married to a man who turned out to be the most disgusting human being she has ever encountered : Franck.

Now she stands in front of him, the man who once vowed to protect her, watching him tear her world apart again.

Carla is a cleaning lady. A beautiful one-with long, dark hair, deep brown eyes, and a natural elegance that not even her simple clothes or long hours of labor can hide. She works endlessly, scrubbing floors, washing linens, and taking on any job she can, all to provide for her twin girls. She refuses-absolutely refuses-to let them have the same traumatic childhood she did.

Her biggest regret ? Marrying Franck. Without hesitation.

She isn't formally educated, but she's sharp-smarter than most people give her credit for. Since the age of ten, she's been working non-stop. She's washed laundry, cleaned houses, and worked as a waitress in restaurants, just to survive.

She meets Franck when she's twenty, serving tables in a small restaurant. She's innocent then-clueless about love. Growing up without a mother's advice or a father's protection, she doesn't recognize the red flags. Franck appears so responsible, so serious, so charming. And when he shows interest in her, she doesn't hesitate to fall for him-hard.

Two years later, they're married. They move in together, and for a short while, things seem okay. But that illusion shatters quickly. Franck starts staying out late, drinking, and eventually... he turns violent.

At first, she lies to herself. She believes he's just stressed. That he'll change. But he never does.

She uses her own savings to pay the rent, to buy food, to cover all the household expenses. Franck does nothing-he contributes nothing. He simply drinks, disappears for days, and returns only to curse her or hit her.

The day she tells him she's pregnant is the day he throws her out into the street. Spits on her. Tells her he never loved her-all because she refused to abort their babies.

She spends five years raising her girls alone. No help. No support. Just her and her daughters against the world. And somehow, despite the odds, they find joy. They smile. They laugh. Carla works, they go to school, they dance in the kitchen, they fall asleep in each other's arms. Life is hard-but it's peaceful.

Until today.

Now Franck is back. And he's taken her daughters from her.

If you never loved them, give them back to me, please. They're all I have, she begs, her voice cracking with desperation.

Then you'll have to do what I tell you first, he replies coldly.

She shakes her head, unable to process how she ever shared a bed with someone like him.

How could I have been so blind ?

Only after he kicked her out did she learn the truth. Franck is a thug. He doesn't have a real job-he never has. He steals. He attacks people. He spends his nights gambling and getting into fights. He lives off chaos.

They're your daughters, for God's sake ! Don't you have a heart ?! she cries, the pain in her chest unbearable.

If only she had known how vile men could be, she would've never opened her heart. That's why she's avoided love ever since. For five years, not a single man has touched her. Not because she doesn't crave affection-but because she no longer trusts anyone.

Mom, please help us ! her daughters scream, their tiny voices piercing the air.

Tears blur her vision. She tries to run to them, but two of Franck's men hold her back. Rough hands grip her arms. She fights, kicks, struggles-she doesn't care if she gets hurt. She just wants to hold her babies.

My babies, I'm going to get you out of there ! Don't worry, Mommy loves you so, so much !

Take those little pests to the room, Franck barks.

Carla watches in horror as her daughters are dragged away, sobbing. She collapses to the floor, her knees giving out, her hands trembling as she cries uncontrollably.

Oh, Carla, stop crying already. You're getting on my nerves.

She looks up at him with pure hatred.

You're nothing but a drunk ! A disgusting, broken man ! You'll pay for this. One day, God will make sure you pay.

He laughs, a twisted grin spreading across his face.

I've got a mission for you, sweetheart.

I won't do anything for you. Do you hear me ?

He stands, calm, amused, like he's enjoying the pain he's causing. He walks toward her slowly, sliding his hand into his pocket.

Then you'll have their deaths on your conscience, he says without the slightest hint of emotion.

Carla freezes.

Her breath catches. Her heart slams against her chest. He wouldn't-would he ?

No. He would. She sees it in his eyes. He's capable of anything.

What do you want me to do ?

His lips curl into a wicked smile.

There's an inauguration party tomorrow. A powerful sheikh will be attending. It's taking place at his estate. Your mission is to sneak into his office and bring me some jewels. Expensive ones. The kind that can change a man's life.

Carla stares at him, numb. She feels like she's sinking into darkness. Her daughters' lives depend on her. But this... this is stealing from a powerful man. One wrong move, and she could end up dead-or worse.

She wants to scream. She wants to run. But she can't. Because she's a mother. And nothing matters more than saving her children.

Even if it means walking straight into hell.

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“PROLOGUE : What wouldn't we do for our children ? A mother is capable of doing anything to save her kids. That's exactly the case for me-Carla, a twenty-year-old woman, mother of twin girls, and divorced from an irresponsible and criminal ex-husband. I find myself in a delicate situation when my ex kidnaps our daughters and forces me to steal priceless jewelry from the office of the powerful, ruthless, and bloodthirsty Sheikh Mohamed, who has come from his country solely to attend the inauguration party for the purchase of his new company in America. To avoid losing my children, I accept-against my will-to do what that vile man asks of me. I do everything I can to get a job as a waitress at the party in order to carry out my mission. During the event, I see the Sheikh from behind, deep in conversation with his advisors and collaborators. I quietly slip away toward his office, which, to my relief, isn't locked. My heart races as I start searching through the drawers until I find a small bag filled with golden jewelry. I feel a rush of relief that everything has gone smoothly, but I'm not proud of what I've just done-I've never stolen anything in my life. But I have no choice. My daughters' lives are on the line. I thought I had planned everything perfectly. What I didn't expect was for the Sheikh to catch me red-handed. What fate does the Sheikh have in store for me ? Will I make it out of this ? Will I be able to save my children ?”
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