Two weeks had passed and Kashmir already adjusted, no more jet lag. She's also used to the daily routine at the farm rising up before sunrise. Some of the women prepare breakfast for everyone because they all eat together. Mr. And Mrs. Lara asked Kashmir to send money so that they could erect bungalow houses for their workers. They have ten families working on their farm, so they built 10 houses. They build the house inside their property; the farm workers don't own any land to build their house.
"Good morning" with a smile, Kashmir greeted the ladies who were already up preparing food for breakfast.
"Good morning too" they greeted in unison.
"What will be for our breakfast?" she asked.
"Danggit, tocino, sausage, and fried rice. There's also freshly harvested mushrooms for mushroom soup. And also fresh fruit for our dessert"
"Do you need help?' she asked
"Yes, you can do the fried rice, everything is ready, you only need to fry it." One of the ladies pointed at the ingredients.
"I have already prepared the wok, you can cook now" she added.
"Wow! Let me do the fried rice then." Grabbing the rice from the table she walked towards the stove.
After setting the table, one of them rang the bell signalling every one to gather at the table. There are five long tables in the dining area. They all eat their breakfast peacefully. Kashmir's heart is full of happiness looking at the families around her. Families that her father and mother cared for and these families also love her parents, her sister, including her. Kashmir knew they loved her despite the fact that she had only been with them for two weeks.
After breakfast, the men went to resume their work. Kashmir volunteered to wash the dishes, while the other ladies cleaned the dining hall, sweep the yard. The other's resumed sorting out the harvested vegetables to be picked up by buyers. Yolly also helped Kashmir before preparing for her work. Yolly is a teacher, she started teaching a year ago.
Dubai, UAE
Joyce's phone is ringing.
"Hello honey" Joyce holding her phone
"Hi, honey. I have good news for you." Ishmael said.
"Oh, really. What is it?" Joyce giggled because of excitement.
"Well, remember you told me that one of your best friends needs work."
"Yes"
"A friend of mine needs a personal assistant. He is the CEO of one of the biggest companies here in Dubai. Let her send her resume immediately."
"Thank you honey"
"See you later. I love you!"
"I love you too honey'. Joyce hung up the phone and dialled Kashmir's number.
"Hello Joyce"
"Good news!" Joyce screamed; she couldn't contain her excitement.
"Tell me, what's all about?" Kashmir grinned.
"Girl, send your resume right away." She giggled
"Ishmael told me that a friend of his needs a PA. Girl, he is the CEO of one the largest companies here.
"Really?" She had butterflies in her stomach.
'Why do I feel like this? This is odd, she thought.
"Hey girl, are you still there?"
"Y... Yes, I am" Kashmir stuttered.
"Ok, send it now. Yiiieehhh... I am excited, girl. Send it now. Talk to you later. Bye"
"Bye." Kashmir hung up the phone. She immediately opened her MacBook and sent her resume. She has her resume ready because she has already sent resumes to some local companies and companies overseas.
After sending her resume, Kashmir went down to help the ladies. They are already preparing to cook food for lunch. She took a knife and chopping board then she started to slice onions.
"Kashmir, you look like a celebrity. You are so beautiful" one of the ladies suddenly says.
"You are flattering me," she smiled.
"No, do I look like I'm flattering you?" the lady asked.
"Lolit, isn't she beautiful?"
"She is beautiful, everybody here talks about how beautiful you are." Lolit spoke while chopping.
"Your mom showed us your photos, you are beautiful in them. But you are more beautiful in person."
"You are like a beauty queen" Sonya praised her.
"I think you just want to eat an ice cream, that's why you're praising me" she teased them.
"I am going to the supermarket, what flavour do you like to eat?" smiling, she asked them.
" Are you serious, you are going to buy ice cream for us?" they asked her.
"Do I look like I'm joking?" grinning at them.
"I want chocolate flavour" Sonya said.
"Ok, how about you Lolit." Kashmir asked, winking at her.
"I want a vanilla flavor." She shyly replied.
Crown Empire Building
"Crown Empire Office, Kevin here. How may I help you?"
"Hi Kevin, it's Ishmael. Can you tell His Highness Amaro to answer the phone? I have been calling for ages and he doesn't answer my call."
"Hi Sir Ishmael, I will convey your message to him after his meeting. He is in the conference room now. Would you like to leave a message for him? I assure you, I will immediately tell him when he comes out of the conference room." He politely answered.
"Yes, please tell him that I have sent him an email. It is really important to him. Thanks Kevin" Ishmael hangs up the phone.
After almost two hours, Kevin's boss came out of the conference room.
"Your Highness, Mr. Ishmael called. He said he has sent an important email to you." He informed his boss.
"Thank you, Kevin." he smiled at him.
"Your Highness, you have an appointment with Mr. Westmore at 2 pm." Kevin reminded him.
He looked at his watch and it was already 12:30 pm.
"Kevin, can you please get me lunch?" he asked. He always talked politely to his employees and thanked them for their work. He is considerate to his employees, that is why his company grew because he gave importance to them and in return they work harder.
Amaro went to his office and sat on his swivel chair. He massaged his temple as he was so tired. For two weeks he had back-to-back meetings. And in the evening, he has a video conference with his right-hand man who is handling his company in the US. He had no time to socialize; he met people for business dealings alone.
Amaro remembered Ishmael's email so he opened his MacBook. He looked at the email, his eyes sparkled seeing the content of the email.
"Are you ready?" Amaro hugged Kashmir from behind. Turning to face him. "Yes, I am." "Finally, our Adil Amir will be the crown prince of Dubai a few hours from now," she said. The king had abdicated the throne and Kharim was crowned king when Adil Amir was 10 years old. 15 years later, Adil Amir was to be crowned as the crown prince of Dubai since Amaro didn't like the position, Adil Amir was next in succession. Kharim and Cleo had three children who were all female. As Kharim resolutely chose to be like his father and brother who had only one wife. Most of all he loved his wife and never looked at any woman. After all, he was already fed up with womanizing. So he had no hope of having a son. "Mother, you are always beautiful," Adil Amir said as he hugged Kashmir. "Thank you son," she said, looking at her 25 years old son wearing a crown. "Your mother will want you to visit us in Paris once a month. I know you'll be busier than ever now as you're already the crown prince of Duba
Amaro left the room after a period of time. He thought to give Kashmir ample time so she could calm down and they could talk. However, his heart sank in despair upon hearing that she left with the children. It was like his whole world was falling apart. The thought of losing his family is something he can't live with. "Get the car, we're leaving," he ordered Omar. "Yes, Your Highness," he bowed before he set out to do what he had been ordered to do. "Let's go to Lavigne's mansion," said Amaro, slipping in the car. His wife and children were sure to be there. He knew that Kashmir, however emotional she was, would not put their children at risk. Amaro got out of the car shortly after the car came to a full stop. His heart thumping inside his chest. He breathed in so he could calm down. He was so nervous to face Kashmir and what she was going to tell him. "Your Highness, your wife and kids went shopping with Princess Lauren," said the butler to Amaro when he asked where Kashmir wa
It's been a couple of months since Kashmir moved back to Amaro's mansion. Amaro couldn't ask for more, he had his wife back. Little did he know that there's yet to come that will shake him to the core. It was Saturday morning, Kashmir was having a shower when Amaro joined her in the shower. He spun her around to face him. Kashmir felt slightly dizzy and felt a throbbing pain in her temple. While Amaro was thirstily kissing her, the image of Irene and Amaro flashed in her mind so vividly that it's like she's taken back to the time where she saw Amaro and Irene under the shower. What happened two years ago came back to her mind. Unlocking their lips, she harshly pushed Amaro. Wearing a robe as she went out of the bathroom, her tears cascading her cheeks."Hey, what's wrong?" Amaro said as he came after her, wearing his robe. Kashmir refused to look at him, dressed up hastily. "Love, what did I do to make you angry," he knew she was angry at him.
The day after Kashmir's father and mother arrived, the king and queen together with Kharim and his wife Cleo arrived in Paris. The queen couldn't hold back her tears, "Kashmir, my daughter." The queen hugged her tightly as if she didn't want to let her go. "Mother, you are smothering my wife," Amaro chuckled. "Mother, my wife still has yet to recover her memory," Amaro explained as Kashmir couldn't return the affection given to her by the queen. "You mean, Kashmir is amnesiac?" Kharim chimed into the conversation. "Yes," Amaro replied, putting his arm around Kashmir's shoulder. "How are you, daughter?" The king asked Kashmir, his eyes tenderly looked at her. "I'm fine, Your Majesty," Kashmir answered and bowed her head. The king chuckled and said while looking at Amaro, "You're right son, your wife has amnesia because if she hasn't, she'll call me father." The king looked back at Kashmir and added, "Call me father, that is how you address me since
"Wow! I underestimated your skill. You're not only good at seducing, but also good at manipulating. You have taken advantage of the fact that my fiancee had lost her memory," Charles said sardonically, his lips twitched. "He didn't manipulate me, he had proof that I am his wife. And he also has proof that Adil Amir and Avril are our offsprings," she can't just remain quiet when she hears that he was ridiculed by Charles. "Amaro, please show them the proof," she whispered to him. Amaro kissed her forehead and went to their room. Charles was so jealous when he saw how they displayed their affection. For two years since she returned, he had never had a chance to be intimate with her because she always distanced herself from him. Mrs Lavigne was agitated at how Naomi behaved in front of Charles. "Naomi, what happened to you? What did he do to you to behave like this? " Mrs Lavigne couldn't hide her exasperation. "I'm not Naomi, I'm Kashmir," she fired back. Mrs Lavigne was startled
Omar opened the door of the car, Amaro smiled at him and smiled back. Omar was happy that the prince was happy. Amaro told him everything about Naomi. When the car was already on the street, Omar closed the partition to give the family their privacy and for him to concentrate on his driving as well. He was tempted to keep looking at the prince and his family and was afraid that they might have an accident because of it. While Avril slept during their trip to Amaro's mansion, all Amaro did was to plunder Naomi's mouth. Naomi hadn't complained about it as she thirsted for Amaro's kiss. He only stopped once they reached the mansion. Before getting out of the car. Amaro looked at Naomi's mouth that was already swollen because of the prolonged kissing. A slow contented smile etched on his handsome face. "Daddy, mommy," Adil Amir screamed when he saw Amaro and Naomi come into the mansion. "Who is she?" he asked, pointing at Avril. "Your little sister," Amaro answered. Naomi wanted to c