Adjusting to the Billionaire’s Life

Dubai, Sheikh Khalid's Private Jet

Sophia leaned back into the plush leather seat of the private jet, sipping on an expensive glass of Dom Pérignon champagne.

The moment she said "I accept", Sheikh Khalid's men had taken over every detail of her life.

Her Nigerian apartment? Gone.

Her bank account? Now triple its original balance.

Her wardrobe? Filled with designer brands she had only ever dreamed of wearing.

She glanced at Sheikh Khalid, who sat across from her, dressed in an elegant white kandura, his piercing eyes locked onto hers.

"You've made a wise choice, Sophia," he said in a deep, authoritative voice.

She smirked, twirling the stem of her glass. "Have I?"

Khalid leaned forward, brushing a finger under her chin. "You're about to live a life that other women can only fantasize about."

Sophia swallowed, anticipation and excitement swirling inside her.

She had played the game with rich men before. But this—this was another level.

Welcome to the Palace

The private jet landed in Dubai International Airport, where a fleet of Rolls-Royces awaited.

As they drove through the dazzling city skyline, Sophia couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Glass skyscrapers piercing the clouds.

Gold-plated Lamborghinis zooming past.

The streets were filled with glamorous women—all adorned in diamonds and luxury brands.

Finally, the car stopped at Palm Jumeirah, where Khalid's mansion stood like a dream.

The iron gates opened automatically, revealing a palatial estate with fountains, palm trees, and an ocean view stretching into eternity.

The doors swung open, and a dozen maids and butlers lined up, bowing as Khalid stepped out.

Sophia followed behind him, her red-bottom heels clicking on the polished marble floors.

"From now on, this is your home," Khalid said, gesturing around the massive gold-accented living room.

A maid approached. "Your wardrobe is ready, Miss Sophia. The Sheikh has ordered the latest Chanel, Versace, and Dior collections for you."

Sophia raised a brow. "And what if I wanted Louis Vuitton?"

Khalid chuckled, stepping closer until their bodies nearly touched. "Then Louis Vuitton will arrive before sunset."

Sophia's heart pounded. She had never met a man with this much power and control.

But then… his next words sent a chill down her spine.

"But there are rules, my love. And breaking them… will have consequences."

A Golden Cage

That night, Sophia soaked in a bathtub made of pure gold, rose petals floating around her.

She had everything—money, luxury, a man who worshipped her.

But something felt… off.

The way Khalid's guards watched her every move.

The way her phone mysteriously had no SIM card.

The way Khalid's smile never quite reached his eyes.

As she walked onto the balcony, staring at the endless Dubai skyline, she whispered to herself:

"Am I free… or have I just sold my soul?"

The Morning Routine of a Queen

Sophia woke up in a king-sized bed draped in silk sheets, the scent of Arabian oud lingering in the air.

Sunlight poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, giving her a breathtaking view of the Persian Gulf.

Before she could sit up, a maid knocked softly and entered the room, bowing.

"Good morning, Miss Sophia. Your bath is ready."

Another maid placed a silver tray on the bedside table, revealing an elegant gold-rimmed teacup filled with hibiscus tea.

Sophia stretched, feeling like an Arabian princess.

This was her new life.

And she was beginning to love it.

Breakfast with the Sheikh

Downstairs, Sheikh Khalid sat at a long mahogany dining table, scrolling through his phone.

A buffet of exotic dishes was spread before him—fresh dates, saffron-infused rice, caviar, and golden honey-drizzled pancakes.

Sophia sat beside him, wearing a silk robe gifted by Khalid.

He glanced at her and smirked. "Did you sleep well, my love?"

She picked up a fork and took a slow bite of a juicy strawberry. "Like a queen."

Khalid chuckled. "That's because you are one."

Sophia wasn't used to men treating her like this. Most rich men she had been with wanted control but rarely gave genuine attention.

But Khalid was different. He wanted her to look perfect, feel perfect, and live perfectly.

Still… she could feel the invisible chains tightening around her.

The Shopping Spree

Later that afternoon, Khalid's private driver escorted Sophia to The Dubai Mall, the largest and most extravagant mall in the world.

Two personal shoppers followed behind her, their arms heavy with shopping bags.

She strolled through the luxury stores—Gucci, Prada, Cartier—trying on dresses that cost more than some people's annual salaries.

At a diamond boutique, she admired a 50-carat emerald necklace.

The store manager whispered, "This piece is worth two million dollars, ma'am."

Sophia smirked. "Wrap it up."

The manager's hands trembled as she nodded quickly.

The power of spending money without checking the price tag was intoxicating.

An Exclusive Invitation

As Sophia left the mall, her phone buzzed.

It was a message from Madam Zoya, one of the most influential women in Dubai's elite circle.

"Sheikh Khalid's princess, I see you're settling well. Join me at my private yacht party tonight. Only the most powerful women in Dubai will be there. Let's see if you truly belong."

Sophia's heart raced.

This was more than just a party.

This was a test.

A chance to prove she was worthy of standing among the world's richest women.

Was she ready?

There was only one way to find out.

A Reminder of the Past

Sophia lounged on a sunbed by the infinity pool, sipping a glass of fresh pomegranate juice.

Dubai's golden sun shone on her flawless skin, and the ocean breeze kissed her bare shoulders.

Everything was perfect.

Until her phone rang.

She picked it up, glancing at the screen.

Mummy Calling…

Her breath hitched. It had been months since she last spoke to her parents.

A part of her wanted to ignore the call—pretend she was too busy.

But guilt pricked her heart.

She sighed and answered. "Hello, Mummy."

Her mother's warm voice flowed through the phone. "Sophia, my dear! How are you? Why have you not been calling us?"

Sophia forced a smile, even though her mother couldn't see it. "I've just been busy with… school."

Silence.

Then her father's deep voice came through the speaker. "Busy with school? Hmm. We barely hear from you these days. What is really going on?"

Sophia sat up, pressing a hand to her forehead. She had prepared for this conversation, but now that it was happening, she felt… uneasy.

"Daddy, everything is fine," she lied smoothly. "I've just been focused on my studies."

Her mother's voice softened. "That's good, my child. We just want the best for you. Do you still read your Bible?"

Sophia froze.

The Bible.

The one she used to keep by her bedside. The one she used to read every night before bed. The one she hadn't touched since she entered this new world of money, power, and sin.

Her mouth went dry. "Yes… I do."

Another lie.

She felt filthy.

Her mother sighed in relief. "That's wonderful, my daughter. The world is full of temptations, but never forget where you come from."

Her father added, "We are praying for you, Sophia. Always remember, the love of money is the root of all evil."

Sophia clenched her jaw.

Her life was perfect now. She had escaped the struggles of the past. She wasn't about to let guilt ruin everything.

"Amen, Daddy," she said quickly. "I have to go now. I'll call you soon."

"Alright, my dear. We love you."

The line went dead.

Sophia stared at her phone, her chest feeling tight.

Had she really changed so much?

Was she still the same Sophia from a Christian home… or had she become something else entirely?

She tossed her phone onto the pool chair and exhaled.

She couldn't afford to think like this.

She had a yacht party to attend.

And she refused to let a single phone call ruin her night.