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Chapter 124, The Code Of Rich Men.
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It's 7 AM, and I'm still awake. My baby cried inconsolably throughout the night. I didn't know what was wrong with her. I fed her, changed her diaper, and put her in her crib, but she wouldn't settle down. Then she had a prolonged crying fit; I tried everything to soothe her—rocking, singing lullabies, even offering a pacifier—but nothing worked. Finally, as a last resort, I put on a YouTube video of children's colors, and she miraculously fell asleep watching it. Even after she finally drifted off, I couldn't rest. I tossed and turned, my mind racing. The worst part was replaying my conversation with my mother-in-law and her incredibly hurtful words: "It's just the nature of rich men like them." The casual cruelty of her statement stunned me. I couldn't believe she had endured such blatant disrespect and mistreatment for over thirty years. Part of me felt a deep sorrow for her, a sense of empathy for the pain she'd silently carried. However, that sorrow was quickly overshad
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Three months later : The sun was warm against my skin as I lounged on the soft sand, the sound of gentle waves lapping at the shore. Our little girl was napping in the shade, and for the first time in months, Rami and I were completely at ease—no work, no responsibilities, just us. I watched as Rami walked toward me, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I have a surprise for you," he said, his voice low and playful. "A surprise?" I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. He had been acting a little secretive all morning. "Close your eyes," he instructed, grinning. I laughed but obeyed, squeezing my eyes shut. I felt him place something small and cool in my palm. "Okay, open them." When I did, I found a small velvet box resting in my hand. My heart skipped—was this what I thought it was? But when I flipped it open, there was a polished key. I looked up at him, confused. "What’s this for?" His smile widened. "It’s the key to a treasure box." I blinked. "A… treasure box?" "Mmhmm.
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Rami’s Diaries: July the third/ sunday Enough is enough.The rumors about me won’t stop. I’m so tired of explaining myself—to the public, to strangers online, and worst of all, to my own family. Every time I see my aunties, it’s the same question: "Rami, when will you settle down?" As if marriage is just some business deal I’ve been neglecting. And then there’s my cousin, who still looks at me with that hopeful glint in her eyes, no matter how many times I tell her, "You’re like a sister to me." It’s pointless. Being young and rich is supposed to be a blessing, right? But Not when the media turns your life into their personal cash cow. Every time I step out with a female friend—just a friend—the next day, there’s a headline painting me as some carefree playboy, flirting my way through the city. They love creating scandals. They love the drama. And worst of all, they love the version of me they’ve created—someone I don’t even recognize. I tried ignoring it, I really did. But how
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Tuesday/ the fifth of julyI tossed the resume onto my desk with a frustrated sigh, the thin folder barely making a sound against the polished mahogany.Her name is Dema . She was just just another applicant in a stack of hundreds. But something about her file had caught my attention - or rather, the lack of something. "Top of her class at university," I muttered to myself, scanning the academic records again. "Perfect GPA. Award-winning graduation project on operational efficiency." My finger tapped against the next page. "And... absolutely no work experience. Not even an internship." I leaned back in my chair, the leather creaking under my weight. Outside my floor-to-ceiling windows, the city buzzed below, a living entity of ambition and chaos that I usually felt in sync with. Today, it just reminded me how out of touch this applicant was. My ever-present shadow and assistant, materialized at my elbow. "Problem with the new secretary candidates?" "This one," I said, flicking
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The moment I pushed open the door and stepped inside, my breath caught in my throat. There she was—Dema—standing by the window, the fading sunlight painting her in gold. The delicate embroidery on her dress shimmered, and the way her fingers lightly traced the edge of her dress, my chest tighten. She looked… breathtaking. Ethereal, even. Like something out of a dream I hadn’t dared to have. For a second, I just stood there, frozen. Words piled up in my mind—You’re stunning. You’re perfect. I don’t deserve this, deserve you. But my tongue felt heavy, my usual confidence slipping. This wasn’t just another negotiation, another deal. This was her. And the way she held herself, so still, so distant—something was wrong. I swallowed hard, forcing myself forward. Now wasn’t the time for poetry. The guests were outside, waiting. The contracts were signed. The alliance was set. “Dema,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “What are you doing? We don’t have time for second thoughts. Everyone’s
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When we arrived at my parents' mansion, the grand entrance we made was everything I had expected—flashing cameras, exaggerated cheers, and the heavy weight of judgmental eyes following our every move. The party was already in full swing, the air thick with expensive perfume and roses. To my surprise, Dema handled it all flawlessly. She smiled at the right moments, greeted my relatives with just the right amount of polite warmth, and even managed to charm my notoriously hard-to-please uncle. I watched her from the corner of my eye, half-expecting her to falter, to show even a hint of discomfort—but she didn’t. Then, as if sensing my thoughts, she leaned in slightly, her voice low enough that only I could hear. "They're starting to doubt us," she murmured, her lips barely moving. "Your relatives has been staring at us for the past five minutes. We need to do something."I glanced over and sure enough, my relatives were watching us like hawks, their sharp eyes flickering between
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