Chapter Four

Ilham's POV

I can't believe that I got kidnapped .

How could he ? After I saved his life ?

I was so hurt. For the first time in a very long time, I missed my father.

He was a good man but he left my mother and I because he didn't get a male child.

I have always hated myself for coming as a girl since then.

After I met Hayat, I felt wanted. My mother never gave up on me . She helped me until she died .

I loved her so much. The way she used to sing for me when I was sad. They way she would braid my hair when it was messy. The way she would call me her little diamond.

I really missed her. I missed Hayat. I missed my father. I even missed John, the hospital's security guard. I missed everyone.

But this man Omar had taken me away from the only family I knew.

I was so sad. I cried for so long.

The door to my room opened gently and Omar walked through it with a guilty face.

I stared at him blankly with red eyes.

He locked eyes with me and when he saw my state , he looked away in shame.

"I'm sorry Ily " he apologised.

I looked at him closely. He looked so familiar to someone I've seen on TV before.

But I couldn't seem to figure it out.

"Why do you have to treat me like this Omar ?" I asked calmly.

"I'm sorry Ily, I know this is hard to take in but you're mine. Ever since I saw you , I knew that you were mine. I'm trying my best to treat you right . But you keep on making me get mad at you. I don't want to hurt you Yaa Qalb" he confessed.

Why am I his ? Why?

"Why am I yours ?" I asked him.

He sighed and said

"You won't understand Ily . But soon you will"

Okay ? Now I'm confused .

"It's alright. Can I just go back home and go back to work ?" I asked politely.

I've realised that if I'm nice to him , he's gonna be nice to me.

"Umm.... yeah, you can go back to work but home? I'm not so sure ". He said.

Why can't I go back home ?

"Why?" I asked in a sad manner.

He looked at me with pitiful eyes.

"I'm sorry but I need to keep you close and safe . Your life is in danger. And I can't bear to lose you " he explained to me.

My life is in danger? How ? Why ?

I didn't want to stress him anymore. I just nodded and walked to the closet.

I saw that it was full of designer clothes ranging from panties,bras, hoodies, dresses, shoes, handbags, blouses and you name it .

Everything was there.

I just picked up a hoodie and a pair of ripped jeans , and walked to the bathroom.

He was still in the bedroom waiting for me.

I came out of the bathroom 20 minutes later .

Omar was still sitting waiting for me.

My hair was stil in the white towel. He was staring at me.

Up until now, I didn't realise what he was wearing.

He was in a Black Hoodie which had King 🤴 printed on it and some hot ripped jeans.

Coincidentally, the outfit I picked was the exact same as his.

It was a Black hoodie that had Queen👸 printed on it and I was in some black ripped jeans for ladies.

He smirked at the coincidence.

I decided to ignore it. I took the towel off my head ,exposing my natural long jet black hair. It reached under my butt .

I sat before the dressing table and combed my hair and tied it into a

sleek ponytail.

I looked at him, who was still staring at me.

He rose up with his 6 foot 9 height and walked towards me.

I was kinda scared but I kept a normal face.

"You look good Queen ". He complimented .

I smirked and replied

"You don't look too bad yourself King"

I teased.

He held my hand and we both walked downstairs.

Every maid that saw him bowed to him.

As though he was a King.

He kept a hard face at everyone but me.

It made me feel special.

We got to a large door. He ushered me inside and I saw a fine looking man sitting down.

He was facing the opposite direction, so he couldn't possibly see us.

So I couldn't see his face and he was obviously unaware of my presence.

"It's about time , you arrived d*ckhead. How did it go with your shawty" he asked.

OH MY GOD! . I never knew someone could talk to Omar like that.

And this man didn't even realise my presence.

I guess I'm the Shawty here.

Omar, didn't answer him.

He turned round and saw me.

He gasped. I also gasped.

He looked familiar. He stared at me for close to 3 minutes before , Omar cleared his throat, reminding us that he was still around.

We snapped out of our staring spree and Omar glared at the man . He held me possesively and introduced me.

"Amir , this is Ilham. She's the Shawty , you were talking about " he said to the man.

I waved at Amir. He smiled and said

"Hey ! I know you. I've got your picture here on my phone" he said.

I could see that Omar was getting jealous.

He showed me my picture on his phone.

This picture was of me sitting beside a pond staring at the fishes inside.

I was 5 at that time.

My father was the only one who had this picture, so how did this man get it ?

"How did you get this picture?" I asked him.

"My stepfather gave it to me. He said that it was a picture of his daughter, that he abandoned because he felt he didn't need her. He really regretted his actions. He talks about you everyday and your mom. He blames himself for her death" Amir revealed.

My heart was broken. Tears dropped from my eyes.

Omar was holding me tightly to his chest.

I felt so weak. I felt so vulnerable. I felt anger within me.

I hated my father. I hated everything about him. I didn't want to remember him.

But memories of us together came back into my mind.

I looked at Amir with hurt eyes.

"My father , was a jerk. But I think I can get along with you just fine Stepbrother" I said trying to ease the mood.

I walked to him and hugged him, which earned a growl from Omar.

I didn't mind it.

I was happy to at least have someone else I could talk to.

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