All Chapters of The Heir in My Womb: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Mazen approached one of the salesmen and spoke with him for a few moments before returning to her. “Come here.” She stepped closer. There was a small velvet box resting on the table. She looked at it, then raised her eyes to Mazen. “What’s this?” “Open it.” She slowly opened the box. Her breath caught. Inside was a delicate diamond ring—simple and elegant, with a prominent diamond at its center surrounded by smaller stones. They didn’t make it flashy; instead, they gave it a quiet brilliance whenever it caught the light. She stared at it without saying a word. Mazen asked, “Do you like it?” She looked up at him. “It’s beautiful.” “Put it on.” He took it from the box and reached for her hand. His fingers were warm, and the calmness of his movements unsettled her more than the surprise itself. He slipped the ring onto her finger, then released her hand. Asia lifted it slightly toward the light. The diamond caught every ray that fell upon it, reflecting tiny flashes

“And then you’ll look at him, and you’ll remember why you chose to be here.” Asia didn’t answer. But her fingers tightened slightly around her friend’s hand. Outside, the sound of Mazen’s laughter rose for the first time since the preparations had begun. Asia recognized his voice despite the noise filling the house. She paused for a moment. It was strange how she could pick his voice out among all those others. She looked at the door. Then at her ring. Then back at her reflection in the mirror. A few moments later, Mazen’s mother entered, carrying a small box, a smile she couldn’t hide on her face. “Are you ready?” Asia nodded. His mother walked toward her and gently embraced her. “I thought this day would come much later.” Asia smiled shyly. “So did I.” She pulled away slightly and cupped Asia’s face between her hands. “Are you all right?” Asia took a deep breath. “Yes.” She studied her for a moment, then said, “Then don’t overthink it.” Asia laughed softly.

A little while later, the music softened. Then the melody changed to something slower and more peaceful. Mazen approached her and held out his hand. "May I?" She looked at his hand. Then at him. "Now?" "Now." "But I don’t know how to dance." "And I didn’t ask you to dance." She raised an eyebrow. "What did you ask me to do, then?" "Just stand with me... That’s better than kissing you in front of everyone without any shame." She quickly placed her hand in his, hiding her smile as her face turned pink. He led her toward the center of the small dance floor, surrounded by the warm gazes and smiles of their families. He carefully placed one hand around her waist, while she rested hers on his shoulder. They began moving slowly. One small step. Then another. There was nothing showy about it. Just a married couple dancing together for the first time on their first night as husband and wife. Asia lifted her eyes to him. "Everyone is looking at us." "Let them." "I feel

Asia sat down on the wide sofa in the large living room adjoining the suite, her body seeming completely surrendered to the exhaustion that had weighed on her since the beginning of the day. She had just finished a video call with her mother, whose circumstances, traveling with her sick aunt, had prevented her from attending the wedding ceremony. Despite her absence, Asia hadn’t felt alone; her mother’s words and smiling face on the screen had been enough to give her some of the reassurance she needed on a day like this. She placed her phone beside her and rested her head against the back of the sofa before letting out a long sigh. Her mind was still stuck on the details of the day. The crowds, the congratulations, the laughter, the family’s looks, the overwhelming amount of emotions she hadn’t had time to process, and then Reem’s sudden appearance, which had completely changed Mazen’s mood. For the first time since she had gone up to the suite, she began thinking about it calmly

Asia couldn’t bring herself to step inside at first. She remained at the doorway, staring into the room in silent amazement, as though she had entered a place that had nothing to do with the hotel she had been in only moments ago. It wasn’t an ordinary bedroom. It was more like a scene prepared especially for her, with every little detail that could make that night remain in her memory forever. She took one slow step, then another, while her eyes wandered around the room, unsure of where to look first. The lighting was soft and dim, scattered among small bedside lamps and numerous candles carefully placed throughout the room; on the tables, along the edges of the cabinets, and beside the bed. The tiny flames flickered with the movement of the air, their light reflecting off the glass and golden surfaces, filling the room with an intimate warmth that made it seem even more beautiful than it already was. The bed stood roughly in the center of the room, wide and luxurious, covered