Chapter 31: Chapter 31

DEVIL'S ADVOCATE

"The fool!!-," Farouq cussed.

"Does she think she could just do anything she wants and get away with it, After FIVE YEARS!!?", he gave a formidable look to his daughter.

"If you had been smart enough, you should have been with a child of Rashid by now, but you are just too stubborn", he raised his hands and struck his daughter, Abla, hard across her face.

Abla winced slightly in pain, Farouq had tied her against a pole, ministering all sorts of wicked, heartless things on her. Abla had always felt so miserable, so now, it was no new thing to her, only that there was this pleasure she got from making her father, Farouq pissed off and angry.

It brought this hearty feelings to her, watching his plans and his successes going down the drain.

"Pray..", he paused, lifting her chin squarely to meet his.

"Pray to Allah that our plan goes well, if not say bye to the one you love most", once the words were out of his mouth, Abla trembled in fear, once again, she went back to the humble daughter of Farouq.

Whenever he wants to get her to do something for him, he uses her weakest point to turn her completely to his side.

He gave a sly grin, "Just like that, I know you would certainly give in, you love him that much ehh!!", his thick brows raised cynically in a mock gesture.

She bowed her head, muttering some words that only her father could make out.

"Anything for you. For my mistakes, forgive me. My misdeeds, forgive me. Always on my knees beckoning to your orders, I'm yours to send", she repeated the words over and over again, until she had lost count of the average time Farouq ordered her to say.

"Ehhh, ehhhh", he burst into a fit of laughter, yanking her hair back, he hit it hard against the pole, that she began bleeding.

"Whenever you see this ehh, you would never think of being in my blacklist. You know there's nothing like family to me. Whosoever is my family would never go against my wills and orders. Family is someone who would rather die than see me angry or sullen." Farouq listed.

"I-i, I a-am s-so so-sor-sorry", she stuttered, fear and apprehension climbing its way up her spines.

"Ehh, you are always sorry, but you know what I would do to teach you a lesson next time?," he paused, giving looks at his men who were behind him, waiting for his orders, because his orders where theirs to carry out.

She moved her head in a negative gesture, sometimes she never knew what was going on in his head, couldn't fathom the next ugly and deadly move of her father.

"I would not waste my time, telling you what I will do and what I wouldn't do. I would only have to say a word, DO or DON'T and the boy would be out", he smirked, taking a long puff from the lit cigarette stick.

"I would give you another chance, more chances, because I'm certain you wouldn't dare mess it all up again...," he turned to his men whose chest were all puffed and huge. "Take her out of here", he ordered, they were about coming to untie her, he saw how Abla's face relaxed, contentment marring her face over the fact that she would be released soon.

"Not now, in the dawn of tomorrow", he completed, watching his daughter's eyes go round like saucers, she wasn't expecting it, thought that her tortures were over, her father basked in her weariness.

Farouq received a call while he was about leaving the room underground.

"Speak", he groaned.

"The lady in question...

"What happened to her?", he was impatient about getting an answer.

"We lost track of her", the caller said.

"How?," he opined.

"Seems like some thugs already knew of her coming, or the fact that she's barely aware of Qatar. I think they only came for her accessories."

"So you're saying that's the reason your team couldn't get the bitch!!", he bawled, getting furious as time ticked.

"No, not just that boss. Rashids' men."

"What's going on with Rashids' men?", he questioned.

"They are all over the place, they would get her sooner", the unknown caller delivered.

"Back off!!!, Immediately", he ordered. As much as he couldn't wait to get his hands on Janelle and show her, her place, which is outside the four corners of the Earth. He wouldn't want to jeopardize the situation. He wanted her dead, Yes, but he needed to be very tactical and careful.

~~~~~ JANELLE'S POV~~~~~~

I shuddered in fear, my palms over my lips, trying to stop the queasiness in my chest. I was damn afraid and if it weren't fur the threat, in sure I would have screamed for help. Yet, I needed not to already compromise the situation.

"Your wristwatch, your jewelries and your shoe", the chauffeur barked, his gun at the back of my head.

Anything he wanted to take from me, I wasn't bothered, I just wanted to live.

Yet the stubborn part of me wouldn't give in without a fight, looking at the Rolex watch on my wrist, damn it, if I give it to him without a fight, a Rolex watch which cost fifteen thousand dollars. NO WAY.

"P-l-e-a-s-e", I stammered.

He was going to smack me hard across my chin, when he began making uneasy move, we were followed. I didn't know if I should be happy or not.

Within seconds he ran off, I too wanted to give in to a run, but stopped when I heard some voice beckoning on me to stop.

"Miss Leilani!!," the voice boomed. I turned immediately to know who this person is.

"Okay!!, who are you?, Are you also here to steal from me?," I questioned.

"No, we are here to take you to your apartment. Actually, the CEO of R&J Modelling Agency has been expecting your return, we expected something like this, cause you know, this thugs do find out someone who isn't familiar with Qatar", he chuckled.

"Ohhh", I mumbled, I thought so. The guys looked so huge, rippling muscles, whosoever their boss is, must sure be an important one, cause this team of security are just too huge not to be guarding a Billionaire. My subconscious said.

~~~~~~~

Friday seemed to come by so fast, so I was given a personal driver to a fûcking maybach Benz. It looked so luxurious, cause actually it is.

This, all this, is just too much. Am I a princess or what?.

I was dressed in a sleeveless burgundy top and black palazzo leather pants that brought out my hips more than I liked but the personal assistant assigned to me had told me earlier while we were talking on a FaceTime about looking so good, and when she said good, she meant smoking hot.

No one needed to tell me that I look, "breathtakingly sexy" for sure, a more than hundred percent, Olivia, my personal assistant had added that I drape a shawl around my shoulders, as it is company's rule. She had further told me that she wouldn't take me on a tour around the office, if I didn't look mind-blowing, as she had seen thousands of my pictures, yet she also hinted that I should also look professional, nothing short of perfection.

Now that was kind of confusing, how could one look breathtakingly sexy and yet professional, "tõúchè", I sighed, resting my head by the side of the car window. I agreed to do all that, asides draping a shawl over my shoulders. You don't expect me to let this hot chocolate skin go for waste, I needed to flaunt it.

My thoughts were somewhat in disarray, meanwhile I was gazing at the cars driving past and the endless gigantic buildings which were built on every part of the city asides the road. Qatar is just too exquisite and modernized.

However, as we arrived at the fifteen storey building that had "R&J" printed boldly in front of it, my jaw dropped. Whoever owned this place was screaming wealthy.

Coming down from the car, I saw someone smiling sweetly at me.

"Hey I'm Olivia", she replied cheekily, cheeks flushed.

I returned the smile warmly, "One would think I'm blind, of course, Blondie with the high cheekbones and pouty lips", I described.

"Yeah!!!, you really take notice of everything, anyways we need to hurry up, you're almost late and the management board meeting would start in the next fifteen minutes", she informed.

"What, why.. I mean I just got here", I snapped in shock.

This isn't mean to be, I should have been pre-informed.

"That's why I'm saying it now. The boss is a very strict one, and he doesn't tolerate clumsiness and lateness. He always keeps to time, according to what I've heard about him", she continued.

"What do you mean by that?", I questioned as we both walked into the enormous building which had marble tiled floor.

"E-er-er-eeerm, this is the first time he's actually coming here though, I'm so, so, surprised, as he has never had any reason as to his coming here. He recently fired his manager, I really don't know why, but the man is just too impatient and hostile", she took my handbag from me, after much persuasion that I could carry it myself, it was all a very futile effort.

"So who in particular are you referring to?", I questioned, slightly arching my brow at her.

"Who?, The CEO of course, although I'm happy the stupid ex manager was sacked, the man is a whore", her face frowned in total disgust.

"And the boss...?", I don't know, but I was so interested in knowing every little detail about this boss of hers.

"Ohhh", she face palmed, her cheeks turning red.

"You need to see him..., he's so ruthlessly handsome. DOMINEERING too", she said, emphasizing on the word, "Domineering," as the elevator came to a halt at the fourteenth floor.