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Chapter 124: Dubai Heights – Tower of Submission

Autor: Cyril Masina
last update Data de publicação: 2026-06-25 01:35:17

The Burj Khalifa glittered like a golden blade against the Dubai night sky. Forty stories up in a private tower suite, the city sprawled below in a sea of lights and luxury.

Sheikh Zayed Al-Maktoum, 45, stood at the floor-to-ceiling glass, watching the city he ruled by night. The tall, powerfully built Emirati businessman had just closed a billion-dollar deal. Now his hunger had shifted to something far more primal.

He had spotted her earlier at the exclusive rooftop lounge.

Freya Lindberg, 27,
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