CELINE:The Sheikh Dessert Bride

Chapter 3 Three

Word Count: 792 | Released on: 14/01/2026

e scent of spilled beer and greasy nachos hanging thick. Laughter erupted from clusters of revelers; a jukebox crooned Cardi B in the corner. Celine burst through the swinging doo

f-preservation." She mimed tweezers, drawing laughs from nearby tables. "Wondered how my holier-than-thou sister faked those porn-star moans. Pencil dick and backstabbing bitch-match made in hell."Alicia howled, tears streaming, high-fiving a stranger. "Iconic! Savage queen energy. To dodging disasters!" Glasses clinked; shot four burned down. The bar's pulse synced with Celine's-freedom tasting like lime and salt."I'm going all out tonight," Celine declared, standing wobbly. "Drinking myself dead. Who's with me?"Party ignited. Shots blurred to six, eight; the DJ dropped Megan Thee Stallion, floor packing with grinding bodies. Celine hit the dance floor, half-drunk bliss erasing betrayal. Hips swaying hypnotic, arms slicing air, caramel skin glowing under strobes. She owned it-crowd parting, men ogling, women cheering. Alicia matched from the sidelines, funneling drinks: "That's my girl! Burn it down!"Sweat slicked her neck; laughter bubbled free. For the first time, no Jamal hovering, no Celeste stealing shine. Just her.At the bar's shadowed far end, amid velvet booths for high-rollers, a lone figure commanded space. Tall, broad-shouldered in tailored black shirt unbuttoned at the collar, olive skin taut over chiseled jaw. Piercing hazel eyes tracked Celine through the throng-her fire, her fight. A faint smirk curved full lips as he swirled scotch. Feisty one.Chaos brewed amid the bass. A beefy lurker-30s, sweat-stained tee clinging to beer gut, tribal tat peeking from sleeve-detached from his wolf-pack buddies. He'd leered at Celine's ass for twenty minutes, shot

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CELINE:The Sheikh Dessert Bride

Valerie Ray Billionaires

“* **One night of betrayal. One night of passion. A lifetime of consequences.** Celine was always the shadow-the reliable twin who worked while her sister, Celeste, basked in the spotlight. But when she finds her boyfriend of five months in her sister's bed, the shadow finally snaps. A reckless night at a dive bar with a hazel-eyed stranger was supposed to be her escape, a way to forget the people who saw her as a spare part. But the stranger wasn't just a face in the crowd. He was **Idris Al-Miraj**, the billionaire Sheikh and the owner of the very hotel where Celine works. When her parents attempt to sell her into a sacrificial marriage to save the family's reputation, Celine finds herself hunted by her past and trapped by her future. Idris doesn't just want her back in his bed; he wants to own every brick of the wall she's built around her heart. Jobless, homeless, and backed into a corner by a family that only needs her when they can use her, Celine prepares to run again. But Idris has other plans. He doesn't want her to run. He doesn't even want her to surrender. He wants her to fight back. **"Use me,"** he says. In a world where power is the only currency, Celine must decide if the man who dismantled her life is her greatest enemy-or the only weapon she has left.”