Novel & Cerita Dia Ameera

It was a very huge store, with a million dresses, it smelt of fresh roses and pastry. “good day ladies” a tall lady greeted us the moment we walked into the store, she wore a suit and had a pair of spectacles hanging off her nose. “Miss Romero” she added with a smile. “and you must be miss Santiago, Romans fiance”. I smiled at her. It was funny though that her store was named after my fathers name.

Meeting Petra. At the general Monday meetings, the next week Amber resumed, there was a lady in attendant who Amber had not met before, she was a contract staff and only comes when needed, she handles the painting and some other finishes job for the company, while the chief technical officer gave a run down of the progress of work and the next phase target, Petra who is the strange person to Amber raised her hand to say something, she asked when the screeding on the block of flats will be completed and when the painting can commence, the technical officer answered her and the meeting continued, Amber leaned toward Jen who was sitting beside and asked quietly, “Jen, who is the lady there" she

He hurriedly takes the travelling box away from Ruby, who releases it freely to him. Meanwhile, Alexandra glares at him silently, without uttering a word. Once he is out of sight, she turns to Ruby. "K.J. you are looking great!" Alexandra compliments. K.J is the abbreviation of Ruby's native name. Which is Khadijat. Khadijat is Alexandra's paternal cousin. She is the only daughter of her father's younger sister, who is married to a Yoruba man. Ruby is Alexandra's closest cousin. She literally tells her everything. Although they only hooked up during holidays. But the bond was still there.

“Yes, of course! His harem has over fifty females and their head is the court concubine, Nyka.” Amelia’s mouth dropped to the floor. This was disgusting. Her nostrils flared and her shoulders hunched with animosity. Her face was red with rage that she was finding hard to suppress. She walked past Zaila to go to the palace gardens. She focused on the water fountains in the garden trying to hear every pitter patter that fell. That day she couldn’t study a word and kept thinking about how he must be making love to nymphs. Two days later she heard that he had returned. Although she wanted to visit him, she stayed confined to her chambers, angry as hell.

She brought a beautiful woman named Amira, the daughter of a wealthy Dubai nobleman, to be introduced to Ashton. “Ashton, look who came,” Carol said in a cheerfully forced tone. “This is Amira. Her father is Grandma’s business partner. She’s very intelligent and beautiful, isn’t she?” Amira smiled sweetly, extending her hand to Ashton. “Nice to meet you, Ashton. I’ve heard many stories about your excellence in the business world.”

She silently watches him go and lets out a sigh of relief when he gets out. Running through the night streets of New York with a broad smile on his face, he hasn’t felt this happy in a while. Daniel finally feels alive and free, just talking to her gave him such perks that he never imagined he would ever get. The smile his face wears is unimaginably big; he can’t describe the emotions that are coursing through his body right now.

"You have the strength and courage of your mother, Ameera. " As Carolina bid her goodbye, a sense of gratitude washed over Ameera. She watched as Carolina's figure faded into the distance, leaving her with a glimmer of hope and a phone number clutched tightly in her hand. Ameera knew she had gained an ally, someone who understood the weight of her burden and was willing to stand beside her.

Then what was Amira? A lie?

He’d phoned her from Muscat, so she was waiting as their limo drew up to her townhouse and their security detail quickly got out to check the surrounding area. Aunt Diyannah came out to the front steps, her face wreathed in a tremulous smile, her wispy white hair blowing in the breeze. She looked so much older, Abdullah thought with a pang, and he’d last seen her less than a year ago when he’d stopped in Paris on the way to Dubai. ‘Diyannah.’ He put his arms around her, feeling her fragility. ‘This is my wife, Queen Amira of Muscat, Oman.’ ‘Your Highness,’ Diyannah murmured and curtseyed. No matter how frail she looked or felt, she was still every inch the lady.

“ Who was that ? “ asked Alex with an annoyed tone . “ Oh , it was Seth . A friend of mine and my brother . He works with us as well and is the general manager of all the IT departments of the Caddel companies . He is a good guy . My favorite singer happens to be here in the town and is holding a concert at a special VIP bar in this city called Stars . After all the drama that happened today , I need to go out and clear my mind for tomorrow’s battle . “ said Amra . “ Tomorrow’s battle ? “ asked Alex confused . “ I am sure that someone has been putting strange ideas in the head of my mother about Ayla . She is a sweet woman who wouldn’t wrong anyone . If she has that attitude with Ayla then s