Lahat ng Kabanata ng DUBAI THE CITY OF DREAMS: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Kyra Suarez POV Kyra flopped back on the couch, letting out a deep sigh. She'd just gotten Omer settled, after determining that his 'stomach ache' was nothing more than a wish for her to come home, and sent Jenny off with her full payment. Now she was here, home, in her familiar living room. And she'd failed. This had been her one chance to tell Ali about their son, and she'd failed. Maybe now she'd send Ali an email, breaking the news of Omer over the internet. There wasn't another option, after all. Kyra rubbed her forehead with one hand and wished, not for the first time, that she had someone to talk to. She didn't have a lot of friends. Her coworkers often invited her out for drinks, but she was always rushing home to be with Omer. And when she wasn't with Omer, she was working. There was no time for the kind of closeness that would let her pick up the phone and call someone to talk over what to do. Just as Kyra was considering getting up, putting together a snack, and leaving

Kyra Suarez POVKyra was angry. Angrier than she'd expected. Years ago, she'd pushed away any feelings about Ali Ahmed, leaving her heart closed. She'd turned all her attention to Omer and to making a life for both of them. She'd turned down offers of dates, not wanting to open up her heart again when it could so easily get broken.But now, with Ali Ahmed here, all her feelings were rushing back. Earlier, at the reunion, she'd felt her memories of love resurfacing. At home, Ali Ahmed looked around her living room like it was a hovel, it was anger that was the stronger emotion. Kyra had been angry years ago when she'd found Ali Ahmed's note and understood that he'd left without saying goodbye. But she was even more angry now. Now she knew that Ali Ahmed was a sheikh. Surely, he had the resources to find her again. And now, when he found out about Omer, it seemed that all he could think about was how happy he was to be with Kyra again.Well, they could have had years together. He was th

Kyra Suarez POVKyra held Omer's hand as they stepped from the airstrip through the large, ornate gates into the palace. Partially, she was keeping him from getting too excited and running away. Partially, she was trying to keep herself calm. She had known that Ali Ahmed was a Sheikh. She'd known that he was very wealthy. But seeing it all was something completely different. As someone who had struggled to save every possible penny her whole life, this felt like a different world.Kyra felt a little guilty to admit that she kind of liked it."Lady and gentleman," Ali Ahmed said, stepping in front of them and sweeping his hands to either side like a tour guide. "Welcome to Dubai. I'll take you on a quick tour of the palace while Mohammed brings your bags to your rooms. Then I'll let you both get settled in.""Sir," Mohammed said, trotting to keep up. Ali Ahmed waved him off."I'm home, Mohammed. You don't have to shadow me here."With a small sigh, Mohammed headed off towards the palac

Kyra Suarez POVKyra could hardly believe that she and Omer had been in Al Jumeirah for over a week. How had the time gone by so quickly? Omer had been enjoying his classes, Kyra had been relishing her free time, and the days had simply flown by. Her life back in the Philippines was starting to seem more like a half-forgotten dream than her real life.Now it was Saturday and Omer was standing by the door in his swimming trunks and a T-shirt, holding a towel and bobbing along to the music that Kyra was playing. Every few minutes, he asked if it was time to go yet."No, sweetie," Kyra said, again, when he asked the twentieth time. "We're waiting for Ali Ahmed to come so that he can take us to the pool, remember?""I'm sure we could find it," Owen said, bobbing a little more."I know, but isn't it more fun to go together?"That was the other thing that had happened this week: the three of them had become a little unit. Sure, Ali Ahmed was busy with his royal duties, but they still ate di

Kyra Suarez POVKyra gave the pot a gentle shake, listening to the last few pops, before pouring the white, fluffy kernels into a large bowl. As she added salt and a drizzle of melted butter, she listened fondly to the sounds coming from the living room. Omer was telling Ali Ahmed about the movie they were about to watch: an animated film about fish that he'd seen about a hundred times. Ali Ahmed was patiently listening, even asking follow-up questions. It was the sound of family, a sound that Kyra loved.Grabbing the bowl, she headed back into the living room and settled on the couch. Omer had already claimed his spot in the middle, so Kyra found a place on the left side, making eye contact and sharing a smile with Ali Ahmed over Omer's head. As always, meeting Ali Ahmed's gaze made Kyra feel almost shivery."Are we ready?" Omer asked, wiggling with excitement. "This movie is so good.""Let's do it." Kyra grabbed the remote and pressed play. Right away, the opening notes of the movie