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🌹 BOOK TWO 🌹

EPISODE 62 --- THE BROKEN MAN

Silence.

It's not the dropping of a pin, even a feather would break the silence between them.

Janelle replayed the words that had just spilled from Rashid's lips, "No, no." she said to herself, nodding her head negatively.

"No Rashid, No. It's either you've been lied to, or the test results were for another. I, I h-have the e-er-erm, their pictures." She frantically searched for her phone in the pocket of her leather pants, her fingers trembling wildly as she retrieved her phone.

She searched through her gallery, "Here, they're yours." She said softly, trying to convince him.

Rashid looked away from her, "Janelle, we never had s*x...

"No, we did. We actually did. I could fly them here, so you could run a paternal test on them." She intervened, not waiting for him to finish speaking.

He raised his brows, "You're not hallucinating right?, How?, Cause, I can remember clearly, I might have grown older, but my mind and brain are still as sharp as ever. So tell me how?" He questioned, flexing his large, calloused hands, before pocketing them.

"I er-erm..." she paused, started playing with her fingers, he was backing her, she walked closer to him, and in an almost whispering tone, "I drugged you." she dropped the bombshell.

He turned swiftly to face her, she stood her ground, although his facial features hardened, "I know it's wrong, I've always been haunted by what I did, but, I can't say I regret making that decision. I'm only unhappy you didn't know, it was selfish of me, and, I'm really sorry."

"It still doesn't change anything, Janelle. I can't just believe it...

"You don't?, Even after seeing an exact replica of yourself?, I've never, ever been with any man asides you and it was just once." Her voice was strained, filled with hurt.

"That night, you came back from work, your favorite tequila was on the glass table. Immediately you went in to take your bath, I added sleeping pills. You came back, you took it and slept off immediately. The pills took it's effect, it was that quick. We had s*x, you couldn't have recollected, you were drugged, barely conscious." She wounded her arms around herself.

He felt repulsed, his face was contorted with deep hurt.

"But why?" His voice was somewhat rough on the edges.

"I needed to have something, anything that would remind me of you. Something I could hold in my hands, cherish forever, a piece of you. But then, I got more than that. I was blessed with double." A tear slid down her cheeks.

Sobs emitted from her lips, painful racks tearing her up, "I'm really sorry Rashid. I cared only about myself, I didn't think of you, I felt hurt after everything that had happened. I was going to tell, but, I just didn't know how to or when." She went on her knees, crawling towards him, her chest making heaving sounds.

Rashid turned to face her, "Ohh no, Please." He lifted her up, wrapping his large hands around her, he tried soothing her, consoling her. He kissed the top of her head. While she kept crying, Rashid didn't say a word, he was silent all through. Lifting her off her feet, he walked towards the cushion with her still in his arms, he sat down, placed her head on his shoulder.

"I'm rea-really sorry...

"It's okay. We all made mistakes. I too, made a horrible mistake, choosing to listen to my mother's words over yours, I should have heard from you. I should have known you'd never cheat on me, I was blinded by the love I've for my mother......" he paused, her sobs had quietened as he began talking.

"All my life, I've never wished for more asides an unconditional love of a mother for her son. A mother's love that's so genuine and impartial. I don't know, maybe I've wronged my mother unknowingly and that's why she hates me so. I've done all I could, gone extra miles, same Ol' Results. I don't mind the extra affection she showed my younger brother, Madok. I was never worried about it for once, I felt he was younger and deserved the extra treat. It was loathe, when I came off age, I studied the look she gives me whenever I'm around, it wasn't displeasure over a little misdeed of mine, it was pure loathe, as young as twelve, I'd make sure my brother was my top priority..." Rashid drew Janelle closer to himself, her eyes glued to his face, but her hands were wrapped around his fingers, subconsciously caressing his hands.

He stayed quiet for a long time as they both listened to the wheezing of breeze that came in through the open windows. She slowly shifted in his arms, scooting closer towards him, his jaw almost touching her forehead.

"And w-when you said you couldn't father a child, you were so sure about it, what did you mean?" Janelle questioned, his features tensed immediately, "And it's okay if you don't want to tell me, I guess it's hard on you, so.."

"It's okay, anything you want to know." He nuzzled the back of her palms.

"I was almost clocking seventeen when I became dangerously ill. During that period, it was like I was about to breath my last, no one noticed, the Sheikh, my father travelled on an official leave, and as you know... I'm not close to the Sheikha, so I couldn't tell her my worsening condition, even as my manhood began swelling..." Janelle felt liquid drop on her cheek, even in the dark, she could make out the hard planes of his face, most especially, the emotions he didn't want to dally in. It was big enough that he'd share something so personal with her and disrupting him could make him change his mind, so she sat back in silence, waiting, patiently waiting for him to continue.

"So I told my Best friend, Khalid, and the man who was closest to me after my father, Dargok. Dargok told my mother, I was taken to the hospital, where I did some test, and the doctor said I've been continuously taking Methadone Hydrochloride."

"Methadone Hydrochloride?, What drug is that?" Janelle questioned, sitting up in his lap.

"Well, it causes decrease in s***m motility and seminal vesicle secretions, decreased s***m count and abnormal s***m morphology. So, you already know what that means."

"Drugs that causes male infertility!. Christ! This is pure wickedness. You were only a boy, who had been giving you those drugs to take!." She almost screamed, her eyes widened and rounded like saucers.

"I never got to know. I had to undergo surgery and had the residues of the drugs neutralized from my body. After which the doctor told my mother that I'd never be able to father a child. Since then, my life hadn't remained the same." He took her off his thighs and stood up, pacing around the room.

"Your mother, what did she do about it?." Janelle asked.

"Nothing, she fired all the maids and protocols, hired a new set, and made me swear never to tell my father about it." He began closing the windows.

"Rashid?" She called.

"And told me to disclaim my title as the HEIR To The Throne Of Al Zayed, and give it to my younger brother. She said I'd be mocked if anyone found out I'm infertile."

"The repercussions?, I'm very sure there'd be." Janelle sighed.

"My Uncle Farouq might want to come for the throne later, and she'd be very happy with me if I did that. Until my brother's title was taken from him and conferred back on me, I had long forfeited the throne and was satisfied with my new life."

"You're strong, Rashid. Very strong. Your brother, Madok, is so proud to have you as an older brother. He was manipulated and grew up becoming a manipulative person. You don't know how sorry he is. He tells me how much he looked up to you, and, how he wished there could be a rewind, so he could make up for his wrongdoings." She stopped, " I shouldn't have said this though." she hiccuped.

Rashid drew her a glass of water, "Now you're telling me where you'd been all those mornings. Since you forgive this easily, why was it so hard to forgive me, why was it so difficult for us to sort all these out between ourselves. Why?"

"Well, we do have to let go, that's the only way we could live without a continuous ache in our chest. You? It was really hard, I trusted you, I loved you with everything and in a blink of an eye, you turned your back on me. It was really hard. It was difficult to just let go, I'd be a sinner if I had forgiven you that easily." Janelle cooed.

"How many times would I be broken? I've been abused psychologically and mentally which beats that of physical torture. I craved love and above all, a MOTHERs' love. I'd have done anything for it. I was lonely all through my life, even while you were with me, it felt like I was incomplete, ""My past--- My Mother"" he said in a whisper. doesn't acknowledge me and there would never be a future---- no children for me." he took the glass from her, dropped it on the table and walked back to her.

"Moreso, when you left and there was no hope of ever seeing you again, Loneliness and self loathing became number four and six while I was between them."

TBC.
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🌹 BOOK TWO 🌹

EPISODE 61 ---- UNSPOKEN WORDS.
(I made the chapter longer, to compensate for not updating yesterday😊)

Janelle leaned against the wall for support, barely able to process what Sheikh Abdul said. Should she thank him for indirectly supporting her?, Or, maybe, thank him for keeping such grave matter from his SON?. She was speechless, felt sick to the brim. How?

How did he choose his daughter in-law over his son, his own blood?. That was what confused her, she felt like she was a string being played somewhat generously-wicked, if there was a word like that.

She couldn't say any word, needn't say any though, the Sheikh had thrown a very big bomb, and the surge of adrenaline she had felt was too high and had to go down, just because she felt it necessary?

Taking purposeful step towards her, Sheikh Abdul reached out to her, "I know it's all to large to take in, but, I just want to let you know, the ball's in your court, if you deem it fit or necessary to play it, it's all left to you. It's always been yours," he paused, taking a Curt nod towards the door, he continued, "You don't think it's been way too long you've held tightly unto the ball, what's the fun when it isn't passed around?, What's the point when you get to hold it all to yourself?." he questioned, grief in his heart for the young lady standing before him, and, his son, who knew nothing, point-blank about his children.

Tears.

The tears first came as sniffles, slowly sliding down her cheeks, the somewhat salty taste hit her taste bud, that was when she realized everything was real.

"Let it all out, Janelle, let it out." Sheikh Abdul cooed, comforting her, basking in comforting her, because it was all she needed, but then giving her a chance to let it all sink. He felt they both needed to grow up, his son, Rashid, exclusively.

The tears streamed in large torrent, her back slowly slide down the pin-pricked walls, while her ass hit the marble, tiled floors. She raised her knee to meet her face, resting her jaw atop it, she closed her eyes.

Sheikh Abdul paced his room, for a while, having comforted her, he gave her room, a little space, to think things through, to have a little ME-TIME to herself.

~~~~~~~~~~

"N-No-no please, d-don't take him away from me, I did everything you asked, e-every fu-f**king thing, you piece of s**t, it's not what you promised, y-you said, you, you said you'd keep to your word, "Abla stuttered, eyes blazing hot, voice sounding like a croaked frog, she widened her eyes, "Y-you! You lied, just like you've always been doing, fûck!" she cursed, gripping her forehead, she began banging her head on the hard wall behind her.

Farouq squinted his eyes, a coy smile on his face, "I don't make deals with wh**es, fools, you're a stigma to this family. Have I ever kept to my words?, My promises?, You naive, ignorant, dûmbass idîot. You think I'd waste Hundred Thousands of dollars on some stupid fûckéd up medication?. Shît!" he banged his hands hard against the table beside him.

She cowered in fear, going down on her knees, she crawled towards her father, Farouq, "Please, please, don't do this. I'm stupid, an îdíot, a w***e, I don't even need the medications, but please, my boy, don't hurt him, keep him safe. Punish me all you want, but the boy, he's innocent, he's all I've got left, please." she screamed, pleaded, as streaks of saliva slid out her mouth, splattering everywhere but on Farouq.

His hands reached out, curving around her neck, his hold on her was deathly, like a vise, she could barely breathe, but she held on, only her, only she could save her son and herself from her father, Farouq.

"She's not ready, throw her in the dungeon, feed her once every two days, the lesser the refreshments, the more desperate she becomes, her body becoming weak makes the soul blood thirsty." Farouq order his guards, kicked her hard on her chin as she sought to touch him, come after him.

Abla watched the retreating back of her father, summoning every strength and courage in her, she shouted, "I'll do it. I'll single handedly bring Janelle to you." There was determination, moreso, eagerness, this was the last straw, she knew it, she just needed to hatch out the best plan.

~~~~~~~~~

"Uhhhh, mhmmmmm, fûck fûck." Fiona moaned loudly as she reached the peak of her climax, eyes going wide and methodically shutting down, she reached towards him, her both hands resting on Khalid's hard, sweaty chest. She convulsed, her c**t tightened around his cõck, milking him, sucking every one million tiny piece of him like a vise.

"Allah!" It was too much for her, it was the best of the best, yet, he kept going, flipped her over, now, he was the one doing the riding, while she was being ridden, drawing out her climax, riding it out of her until the very end.

"It's it's t-too much." she purred. She was sensitive to the core, wincing loudly, there came the pain, but moreso, the pleasure. Her legs never stopped trembling, even as Khalid hung them over his shoulder.

And, "Ohhhh!" A deep groan emitted from his lips, he sunk his cõck deeper into her, riding out his climax, slowly, his legs gave him out as he laid untop her, bracing himself against putting his whole weight atop her, yet, his cõck was still buried deep in her. Enjoying the feeling of basking in her, remaining in her tight sheath with no intention of pulling out.

And they remained entwined AGAINST, AROUND and IN each other, until..... The shrilling loud sound of a phone rang.

"Don't get it, just stay here." Fiona said, giving him feather-like kisses wherever her lips could reach and caressing his broad back with her hands.

He raised his front half, "I wouldn't take it of it was mine, it's yours and you would want to pick it, it's an unknown number." he groaned, lifting himself OFF and OUT of her in a frenzy.

She whined, reached out for her phone that kept ringing on the headboard of the bed, she swiped the receive line.

"Fiona it's me, MAMA, it's unnecessary for introductions, but I think you might want to know your father, your real father. Just call me back when you're less busy, I'd send you a location." The call went immediately.

Fiona's face was Ashen, she was shocked, shocked to the brim, "HER FATHER!" She didn't know if to be happy, she still has someone she can call family, blood of her blood, but then...

"What's the problem?" Khalid brought her numb fingers to his lips, nuzzling every part of it, bringing them back to life.

"I e-er-erm, I y-you, I j-just." she couldn't bring herself to say anything, so she kept stuttering, unable to form a word.

"Calm down, Moi nuur-ei-leen, and just breathe. You could tell me later. Let me go make our bathe." Khalid stood up from the bed, giving her chance for her brain to process whatever she just heard, he knew she'd confide in him, but for now, everything needed to be processed.

π~~~~πππ~~~~π

Janelle's eyes slowly opened, she was never asleep, yet her eyes were closed. Her face filled with dried streaks of tears, and her eyes swollen and puffy.

She looked around, everywhere was dark, save for the lamplight which she was certain the Sheikh, her Father in-law had kept there for her.

She stood up, wrapped her arm around herself, while she had been there, she already made up her mind. Throughout the years they had been apart, herself and Rashid. She had been through much, more, worse things, that if it wasn't herself that passed through them, she wouldn't have believed.

But, it was her.

And as she pulled the large oak door opened, and went up the stairs, she knew her mind was made up, she was going to let him know, and if he cared to ask, tell him how she did that too. Also, brace herself, because, it was just going to be her and him, ALONE. No one to save Rashid from himself, his flaring temper.

She stood before his door, still wrapped around herself, she took calming breathe, to calm her shrouded nerves.

She knocked, Once, Twice and....

The door opened, Rashid's brows furrowed, looking at her, like though she lost her footing, he walked out of his room, looked behind her to be sure she wasn't dragged here, or rather, no one else was around.

"Are you okay?, Go in." he ushered her into his room, and locked it behind him.

He took her hands in his, taking him to the cushion, he tried making her sit.

"No, no. I just, I have something to tell you."

"Something?, I'd only hear you out when you sit." he insisted.

"You won't be saying that if I tell you it's about what you asked me this morning." She replied, her head sunk down in her neck, she wasn't even looking at him, not wanting to drown in his emotions, or see how beautiful he looked, didn't want to admire him this close. He was addictive and if she looked at him, this once. She was sure she'd forget all she wanted to say.

He smiled, "Well, you'd still sit. As much as I'd love to hear whatever you want to say, you don't look to well and I was so hard on you this morning, I'm sorry." he tried to hold her, but she swiftly moved back, away from him, away from his hold..... He was a tempter.

"No, no. Please don't come close, You should stay back, until I'm done talking." she maintained.

His lips pressed in a thin line.

She decided to take that sit he told her to, her legs felt like jelly, and they'd give her out, she felt weak.

Her stomach rumbled, she ducked her head, and another sound. "You should eat, and now!" he took out his phone to call whosoever was going to bring her meals, when she dragged his phone out of his hands.

"No, no, no, Rashid! You don't get to care about that. Just listen to whatever I have to say. You're her father!" she shouted, waiting for everything to sink into his brain.

He laughed, a deep one, if it weren't for the current status between them, it was this deep, timbred laughter of his that made her insides to jelly and make her sheath hum.

"See, I know I acted so desperately, like, who wouldn't want to father a child from a beautiful woman like you, huhhh. In my wildest imagination, she looked just like me, same eyes, nose, lips, Allah! Especially the eyes, but, it's not possible, asides the fact we never had s*x, it's never possible, a fact which I've come to terms with." Janelle studied his facial features, his voice sounded cool, but his face, his face was contorted, like he was in pain about something.

"It's they though. They're your kids, A healthy boy and a beautiful girl, it wasn't an imagination. She looks just like you." She said softly.

He nodded his head negatively, "They?. Janelle, you don't get it, do you?."

"Don't look at me like I'm growing bananas. You make me feel like I'm stupid, like I don't know the father of my children?."

"I can't father a child, Janelle. There's nothing I haven't done, no place I haven't been to. All yielded negative results. I'd be happy to adopt them as mine, but those children aren't mine and it can't even be a miracle."

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🌹 BOOK TWO 🌹

EPISODE 60 ---- AWARENESS

"What is happening there?, Rashid!, Now, let go of her and don't make me repeat myself." Sheikh Abdul ordered, he was out in his verandah and heard some hot exchange of words, had also heard the commotion in the wee hours of the morning. He turned deaf ears to everything and turned to the other side of his bed, but refused turning deaf ear when it turned out that Janelle was in trouble, he just couldn't lay down comfortably while his daughter in-law is in trouble.

"Father, you needn't worry, we're having a little, minor discussion, it's personal and between us. It's nothing serious, Father, you should go back to sleep." Rashid replied, eyeing Janelle to contradict his words.

"She doesn't look like it's something minor, and, with the deathly grip you're engaging her in, she looks uncomfortable, you should let her go, and NOW!" Sheikh Abdul ordered.

"Janelle meet me in my study room." he said to her, while Rashid looked at him dumbfounded.

"In your study room?, Father, I can count how many times you let me in there, it's been years, ages." he snorted.

Silence ensued between them, Rashid staring at Janelle in a dazed manner, while Janelle never cowered, looking him back, squarely on his face.

"Now, let go of me, Please." she implored, his deathly grip left hers, before he made way for her to pass.

Janelle rushed into the house, like she was being chased by a rabid Bull-dog, she shut the door behind her and leaned unto the door, her breathe loud and hurried.

~~~~~~~~~ΩΩΩ~~~~~~~~~

"Bolt the door, use the extra lock to hold it in." Khadija said to Madok as she clung tightly unto the shawl around her neck, her lips in a straight thin line.

"You've been fidgeting," she paused, "Is there any problem?" Khadija questioned as she drew closer to him. "You look unsettled and anxious, tell me, what's the problem. You've been going on and off since Mrs Janelle left, talk to me." she urged him, resting her head on his broad back.

He pursed his lips, "I, I I, e-er-erm, I've never felt so sure about missing Rashid, like I do now."

Khadija smiled, " Is that all?. Is that what's giving you the chills, making you so anxious?. Darling, you've every right to feel, you're human, so you should feel, you're not an object. You miss your brother, that shows you've taken a step further at retribution, and you think should you meet him, he won't welcome you with open arms?." She placated with her endearing words, trying to make the matter bearable for him.

"I know he would, like he's always done when we both were younger, but what I did, the conspiracy, the fake evidence..... I don't think I've truly ever forgiven myself, when reminded of it all, it's like there's a clog in my windpipe, making me unable to draw fresh air into my lungs." his head sunk low in his shoulder.

"The acceptance of your wrongdoings, your willingness to make a change, speaks for you. I'm always here, and, whenever you're really read to meet him, I'm still here, to help you build the bond from scratch, or rather, patch your torn pieces together", she paused, looked up to the sky, " We better hurry inside, the rain is splattering already, and you don't want us drenched." she laughed, he took her hands in his, before they ran inside for shelter.

~~~~~~~

"No." Fiona maintained, a determined look on her face, she wasn't going to let go of her dream because of some wad of hard currency notes.

Khalid groaned. "You really shouldn't go through the stress, I'm not complaining." he said.

She eyed him, "And that's what annoys me most, the fact, that you're not bothered. I can't stay in this big house from dusk till dawn. Khalid! my mental stability is very much on the low, yes, I enjoy my own company a lot, yet, I feel like I'd run mad, should I stay another week doing absolutely nothing." Fiona complained.

"In that aspect, you're wrong, totally wrong. You don't do nothing," he paused, a coy smile etched on his face.

"No, no. I don't like the look on your face, I'm very serious, Khalid!" she huffed, folding her arms beneath her breast.

"Uhhhh, my woman's all puffed, you definitely don't do nothing when I'm back home?, Or do you?. You always have me to worry about." he smirked, displaying his male-s*xuality.

"You do have a way of turning everything s*xual, I'm going back to writing, and will definitely set up a book store, I've never wished for more, and, No! Don't tell me you'd pay me to look after the house, you've loads of workers to do that for you." she insisted, walking to the far end of the room.

"Alright, you've prettily concluded. Well, the bookstore it is. Now, come here!, Come show Daddy how much you've missed him." he licked his lower lips, walking towards her, his eyes remained focused on her, like a Hawk does a Weaver.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Janelle stood outside the private study room of Sheikh Abdul, her heart beating rapidly, as flashbacks of what transpired between herself and Rashid kept doing comebacks.

She nudged the big, oak door with her hand, trying to open it, her mind was still clouded with different thoughts roaming through.

Suddenly, it seemed like the first day when she found this place mistakenly, she had been terrified of what the insides would look like, the door and the writings on it made it look terrifying and gigantically horrible to think of what the inside would be. Courage had made her pull the door open and walk inside, her mouth and eyes wide open with awe for how marvelous and strangely beautiful it looked.

Although, it was her third time being here, yet, there was barely or no contrast as to the first time she was here, asides the fact that she came of her own free will, the first time. Now, it was an order from her father-in-law.

As she went in, her eyes went through the books. Her eyes locked on the Ancient Books, when she saw a bouquet of flowers that had dried up. She raised a brow, the study room looked so clean and the bouquet of flowers looked so out of place. It was a white rose. Beneath the bouquet of flowers was a big, brown envelope.

She wanted to walk past it, she hesitated. She quickly opened the envelope, unfolded the content, there was a written content in the thick white paper she unfolded, and the writing!!!!

Damn! The writing. She swore she had seen it somewhere, the contents too, she remembered she had seen it somewhere, plausibly, held it or rather, held it.

"SHLW", she pressed the insides of her palms against her lips.

Seemed like a thriller movie, she pinched herself on the bridge of her nose, but it was no horror movie, it was real. Everything was real.

While she was in Florida, she remembered, she kept receiving strange letters and bouquet of flowers constantly, at a point, she was worried that someone was stalking her, but....

"Christ!!!" she groaned softly.

"It had been the Sheikh all along?" She thought inwardly. While she thought all her secrets were safe, the Sheikh had always known about her, her children, even the day she gave birth to them.

She went still, all that filled her head was "Why the Sheikh never told his son, Rashid, of her whereabouts or most importantly, that he fathered two kids?". He had known all along, but still took sides with her and didn't sell her out to his OWN SON!

Goosebumps appeared on her skin, it was that moment that the door sprang open and Sheikh Abdul walked in, the envelope slipped from her hand, making a soft whoosh sound as it hit the floor.

Sheikh Abdul walked in, he closed the door behind him, still in the dark of what Janelle had just discovered, but when he turned to face her, his eyes went to the paper in her hand and the dried bouquet of flower.

"Ohhh." he sighed.

"I've always been bad at hiding things, always give myself out at the ALMOST-CLIMAX." he shrugged.

"There's nothing to deny, I've known all along. My son and your husband, Rashid. He needed to be punished, and that was the best way to do that, you can't imagine how frustrated he was, about not finding you."

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EPISODE 59 ---- TICKING BOMB

A little tip from Aamina, that was all it took, for Janelle to obtain everything that had transpired during the five years she wasn't in Qatar, the role Madok Zadir, Rashids' brother had played in making her life a total mess, and how karma had hit him so bad.

Karma's really a Bitch!, She blinked away the tears starting to form, she folded her hands beneath her breast as her eyes took in the surrounding of Madoks' residence, she nodded her head in disapproval. She couldn't believe it, if anyone had told her all this was going to happen to the Prince of Qatar, she'd have reported the person to the Royal Court for blasphemy and being traitorous, but then, Seeing is really Believing.

It wasn't that bad too, but the Sheikh had done more than Punishing his Son, he was also teaching him a lesson, the clucking of chickens brought her out of her deep thoughts.

"Ohhh, he now trains chicken!" she mumbled to herself. Summoning the little courage left in her, she walked to the door of the merely big bungalow, took a deep breath before knocking.

On the verge of knocking for the third time, the door sprang open and she couldn't believe her eyes, she couldn't compare the Madok of Then to Now. He almost looked unrecognizable, if not for his unique eyes he shared with Rashid, and the Royal stance which he carried.

His head hung low on his shoulders, "Janelle?" He called, which came out like a question, "Janelle?, Is this really you?" he asked, he almost cowered in shame.

"Yes. It's me Madok, I'm here in flesh, body, mind and soul, don't act surprised, you would have known from the news." she rested her weight on her right leg.

He looked over her shoulder, "It's still early in the morning, does anyone know you came here?, Does Rashid know?" he asked, as he kept looking around to be sure she came alone.

"No, no, he doesn't. He doesn't need to know everywhere I've been to or my future whereabouts, he never cared in the past, should he care now?" she jabbed.

"E-er-erm, I e-er-erm." he brought his nails to his teeth and began chewing on them.

She furrowed her brows, Madok was never one to stutter, and while she felt a huge sense of discomfort with the way he was acting, guilt kept nagging at Madok, his conscience wasn't at peace with himself.

"Do I come in, or you'd just let me stand outside. I know you've never liked me, not once, not even half, but for in-law sake, we ought to have gone past this." he gave space for her, before she walked in, her eyes roaming around the interior of his house.

"Not bad though." she complimented, before taking a seat on the couch.

"Janelle."

"You act like you've seen a ghost, I get you don't like me here, but...

"No, no, that's not it. Please don't get me wrong, and don't judge my countenance, I'm only surprised you came to see me, after everything I did to you. For years, it's just been you, no one else, apart from people who ruined my life and still think they can have another chance to finish me off. I'm surprise and also grateful.... but," he paused, as Khadija walked in, a rather tired smile on her face, and little beads of sweat on her face, her face was looking kinda puffy.

"Ohhhh, who do we have here, Princess Janelle!" Khadija almost screamed, taking unhurried steps towards her before enveloping her in a warm hug.

"Where have you been?, I've missed you, you suddenly left, didn't tell us you were going to leave, thought something bad had happened to you." Khadija babbled before walking towards Madok, wrapped her hands around his waist, stood on her toes and gave him a peck on his right cheeks.

The tears she had been trying so hard to hold in began falling, she couldn't control it, couldn't control herself. While she was away bereaving, having alone, hard times, everyone was moving on, sorting their differences and learning to let go, she hoped and wished one day things would be same between her and Rashid, and she hoped it'd be sooner.

"It's okay love, it's okay." Khadija kept saying soothing words to her, Janelle felt like she could feel her pain, feel how hurt she's.

"I've missed a lot, What happened?, How?" she kept throwing questions at them.

Madok raised his head to look at her, "I want to tell you everything, tell you the role I played in all of this, tell you how this sweet woman beside me, helped in picking and patching my torn pieces together, but it would take forever," he paused, scratched his head, before he continued, "But, you left home with no one knowing your whereabouts, and I know one thing, it's either everyone is being punished by Rashid for your sudden disappearance or he's taking out his frustration on the Security Personells. Mostly, he'd be so worried about you, I think you should go home, so he doesn't worry himself to death, and on a very good day, when you're chanced, I'd fill you in on everything." he assured her.

"He doesn't care, I think he'd even be preparing for work." Janelle pouted, her chin je**ed up stubbornly.

Madok smiled, "Well well, you and I both know you're lying to yourself, you know he cares so much, but sometimes he's so proud to admit it, PRIDE, which you both share equally. I don't want my brother getting Brain tumor from overthinking and stressing of his poor brain." He pulled Khadija softly to his side and kissed the crest beneath her forehead.

~~~~ ΩΩΩμΩΩΩ ~~~~

"And her Phone?" Rashid thundered, gripping his phone tightly.

"She didn't take it with her, it's in her room." Janelle's maid replied, her head bowed and her legs shaking uncontrollably.

"God-damnit!, The woman knows it'd have been tampered with, F**k!, F**k!, Fûcking..." he swore harshly.

He walked out of the house immediately, heading towards his car, he sighted Dargok and ordered him to follow suite immediately, just when he was about to slip his car key in, his gate opened and Janelle walked in.

He paused, really looked at her, to be sure he wasn't hallucinating, and for the first time in months he felt strangely pi**ed and somewhat calm, Calm in the sense that there was no way he could direct all the pent up anger at her, knowing fully well he was so weak when it came to her.

Yet, "Janelle!" he thundered, unable to stop himself from exploding, "Where the f**k have you been?" he bawled.

"Well....." she paused, checked the time on her wristwatch, "Good morning. It's going to be a long day and I better go in, wash up and prepare myself."

In a swift, he was before her, his eyes round like saucers and a Stern face, he repeated his last question, "Where were you, where did you go to as early as that?"

"I needed a little bit of fresh air, and some alone time for myself, as you must have checked, I didn't go with my phone, knowing you fully well and your egoistic self, you must have tampered with my phone, but, no problem. You're forgiven and I wouldn't tell you to remove the GPS you had implanted in my phone, but.... I'd be needing my very own privacy for as long as this pact between our families stay." she je**ed her chin up.

"Deal?" she questioned.

"There's no deal, unless I'm being notified of everywhere you go, and you make use of the escorts, that's what they're being paid for." he said almost quietly.

"Well, I don't pay them, you did, so suit yourself, and I don't care if there's the DEAL or not, but you just can't continue invading on my privacy, you've to, it's really annoying, and this is not some cliche story, where the Greek tycoon abducts an innocent young lady and doesn't want to let her go, we're not replaying those stories, so please.." her voice shrivelled.

For some few minutes, no one talked, the both just stood before each other, relaying different thoughts, no one wanting to give in to the others request.

"Deal." Rashid groaned.

Janelle smiled gleefully, "You see! It wasn't that hard. We should have eaten breakfast by now, and go about in our daily works, like nothing had happened, you decided to keep dragging things up."

"Well, we have to talk, a very long discussion, PRIVATELY." he made emphasis on the last word.

Janelle cocked a brow, nodding negatively to his request, "You know it's not possible, anything but Private."

He held her wrist in a Savage grip, "Ouch ouch, that hurts!" she cried out. "Rashid?, You're hurting me."

Rashid scoffed, "If this is your definition of hurt, wait until you don't give me a well defined answer." he threatened.

"Answer?, Answer to what question?" she asked, gritting her teeth.

"The girl whose picture is the cover on your laptop, tell me who she is, you can't tell me she's your sister's child, you've no sister, it's just you. Neither can it be your brother's child, he's still very young, it's yours and I want to know the father. I've asked this same question before, but.... you avoided it. Now, I'd ask you again, Is she mine?." he thundered, eyes blazing, with hurt, anger, betrayal and a very new feeling.. Hope.

Janelle quietened in his hold.

"IS. THAT. LITTLE. GIRL. MINE?"

TBC.
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