Istri Pangeran Hamdan Dari Dubai Mga Nobela at Kwento

Vincenzo let out a long, tired sigh, "Do you have any idea what that watch cost?" Silvio grinned, "No." Adriano snorted, "I was hoping you'd tell us so I could laugh harder." "It was a one-of-one piece," Vincenzo rubbed his forehead, "The Crown Prince of Dubai had it commissioned for me through a Swiss watchmaker as a personal gift." Dante leaned back in his chair, "That's our nephew. Already destroying foreign relations."

His eyes swept the waiting area briefly before he disappeared down another corridor. I hugged Finn tighter, though he didn’t notice. Something was unraveling here—threads I didn't understand but could already feel tightening around us. The waiting room buzzed louder now. I caught snippets of awe: “Isn't that Kai Harrison? The superstar?” “Harrison?” I whispered, unfamiliar. Curiosity pricked. I pulled out my phone, searched—and froze. Kai Harrioson: global superstar. Son of the matriarch of one of Dubai's wealthiest families. His brother: Rowan Harrison, a formidable lawyer. Sage Harrison, a celebrated surgeon. Their family not only commanded Dubai’s fortune but also owned vast estates in th

"To what do I owe this pleasant visit, Mr. Kareem Al-Mansoor and his daughter, Layla Al-Mansoor?" The tallest among them stepped forward, shaking hands with Damien. He must be the foreign investor Damien told me about. Kareem Al-Mansoor was everything I imagined when people talked about billionaires who pulled strings from the underworld. He had broad shoulders that stretched the seams of his navy suit, his beard was neatly trimmed and streaked with silver, and his eyes, dark and hawk-like, scanned me as though I were some inconvenient object blocking his path. His skin was a rich bronze, his lips pressed in a line that told me he never smiled unless it had to do with money.

“You better return it to her, ignoring the animosity between the two countries for this instant. It must be very dear to her.” Princess Nasrin… My heart fell to my stomach as I stared in horror at the emerald diamond and the golden jewelry. It belonged to the Princess of Maahnoor, daughter of Hamid Elbaz. My father’s nemesis, that meant my nemesis. My country’s nemesis. I certainly couldn’t have picked a better partner to have sex with, even if I wanted. *** “Are you sure they do not have any weapons with them?” Zayed, my brother’s close friend and the Sheikh of Azmia, asked Rahim in a weary tone.

They stared at each other momentarily, sending telepathic messages that only they could understand. “Oh yes? At least your cousin is too exaggerated, isn’t he single?” asked Lizzy, trying to get information. “Yup, one of the most wanted bachelors from Dubai; you know what my family is like. Ash is predicted to inherit the position of his father, who is currently serving as a member of the Dubai Parliament.” Lizzy nodded in understanding. “Handsome or not?” asked Lizzy, who was immediately rewarded with a lazy chuckle by Han. Lizzy chuckled.

She told him coldly. Seriously amused by this, Prince Hakeem laughed so heartily. It was obvious even over the phone that Lucianda greatly amused him. Lucianda clenched her teeth in rage. Prince Hakeem was not just the Prince of a powerful Sheikh from the Western Asian country, he was one of the three most eligible and powerful men in London city. Having left home at the age of twenty two, for the city of London, despite his family’s wealth, he had started his own moderate shipping company and within ten years, he had built it to something so formidable that only few could compete with him and they still would not win.

I receive a message on my phone, and when I open the screen, there's the contact of a girl who wants to come to Dubai to be my submissive. Suddenly, the announcement of Prince Hamdam's arrival echoes in the room. What? Nobody told me he was coming. I lean my body slightly towards Aziz. "Is the presentation for the prince?" "I wasn't expecting it either, Jonathan, but he shows up places sometimes without notice. We need to be prepared." A security detail enters first. I furrow my brows. The venue isn't very large; for an Armani hotel, it's quite small. "Everyone stand to welcome His Highness, the Prince of the United Arab Emirates, Sheikh Hamdam Bin Mohammed."

His thick eye brows gave him an Arab look. As he looked up our gazes collide and I couldn’t help but envy his thick lashes that fell like a curtain to hide his brown orbs from my own shortly after our gazes collided. He introduced himself as Hamdan ibn Omar. The association chairman. 23 years of age and a student of engineering in his final year of studies at the university.

I stood without even thinking, the command in his tone triggering an instinctual reaction and I wondered then if he'd been magicked that way. "His Royal Highness, Prince Vandelarius, Second Seat." I didn't glance toward the door, but did bow with everyone else. I was going home very shortly and had to keep reminding myself of the fact. Vandelarius wandered his way down to his chair at the head of the horseshoe and plopped himself down with a bored expression. "And her Most Royal Majesty," the announcer's voice throbbed with devotion, "Ahbi Sanghamitra, Ruler of All Demonicon."

And just then, a message pinged in her phone, it would've been unprofessional if she cared but she checked it anyways. 'Sa'eed Ibn Umar Garbai El-Kanemi is a renowned business man that has his investments in all successful businesses in Nigeria and some other countries abroad such as; Japanese, New York, California, United Kingdom, Greece and others. The renowned businessman is said to be Royal in Maiduguri as the Crowned Prince's son. He owns a lot of houses, businesses and a self made multimillionaire, suspecting to become a billionaire very soon. The said self made man is also single from an inner source...'