Chapter 34: Chapter 34

LOVE DOES COMPROMISE

"You hurt me", Rashid said almost in a whisper.

"Hurt?!!," She questioned in an unbelievable tone.

"You don't know what it means to be hurt, I haven't shown you hurt, until then. You are just nursing stupid thoughts which you claim to be hurt. I'll show you pain, bet me", Janelle spat.

The lights came on immediately and his facial expression was one to kill for, he was dumbfounded, speechless, raking his hands through his jet, black hair effortlessly

"You lie, we had a future together, a wonderful one. I planned it all out, we both planned it. It was you all along, you fúckéd it up, you messed it. What would I have done?, Sat back and watch you destroy my reputation?, My family's reputation?. One that had taken us hundreds of decades to build and maintain?. Of course not", he snarled, running his hands through his thick hair.

"I messed it up!!!", she sighed, before giving in to a hysterical laughter.

"If you had let go of your pride and asked for forgiveness. I would have done so, You don't know how much I loved you, Do you?", he voiced in total disbelief.

"Love?, It's been long since I heard the word love that I, Janelle Parker have forgotten what that word means. Ask for forgiveness?. Over my dead body would I have done such a thing. Wherever my parents are, they would be so embarrassed of having seen me do such. Why should I ask for forgiveness?, Whatever you thought I did, I would do that over and over again. I don't need your forgiveness, you don't deserve me, you don't deserve our..", she stopped immediately.

Her subconscious snapped at her, she almost had revealed about the beautiful children they created. They still had a long way to go and she wasn't about letting Rashid know. He would be pissed off.

He began taking slow steps towards her, "Don't come any closer, Rashid", she warned, in a very ice tone, glaring daggers at him.

He didn't concede to her words, "You're still at lost here, Janelle, you want a divorce, coming here has made it easier for me. I would call on the court, I'm very sure you wouldn't want to have anything to do with the court, especially on matters that concerns going against me", he growled.

Janelle stared, blinking rapidly, as his face loomed over hers. She could make out the two days growth of stubble which only added to his animal magnetism, the flecks of stormy gold in his eyes as he came close.

"Don't coax me into doing what you want", she purred.

"What I want?, No, that's what you want. You're the one who is desperate for a divorce, I'm not. I could stay a decade or two, still nursing the fact that I have a wife. There was no legal document stating that we are separated and you know I wouldn't give you a chance. So...

"I'm in love with someone else", she blurted, wanting to know how he would react to it.

He arched a brow at her, acting like though he didn't know about the man whom he had termed as "Poor and insignificant".

"Uhhhhh, that's good, having to move on after five years", he grinded his teeth against each other.

"Six", she corrected.

"Ooops sorry, I counted incorrectly", he said nonchalantly.

It was a slap to his face, his ego, having to hear it from her mouth.

"Does your new found lover know you have a husband?", he questioned, his eyes looming appreciatively over the clothed soft mounds of flesh and her narrow waist with a broad hips.

She paused to look at him again, there was no hiding the fact that he wanted her, still wants her after so many years, no woman had made him hot and bothered like the woman standing in his front.

She too noticed the stationing of his gaze, looking down, she saw that her two mounds of flesh were squished against each other, she grabbed her shawl from her handbag and tossed it unceremoniously around her shoulders, covering her exposed flesh.

"Up here", she snapped. Motioning at him to look at her face and not her breast.

"Pervert", her subconscious cussed.

"You wouldn't answer my question, so I thought to do something more recreative with my eyes", he boomed.

She hated the man for acting and behaving so casually.

"Does your lover know?", he repeated.

"Why should I give you an answer, it's none of your business, the only business I have with you is the signing of the legal divorce papers. Once it's signed I'm over with this", she gestured over whatever they had in the past.

"Now you act like a hellcat. That annoys me a lot. You want a divorce right?", he questioned.

"Yes", she answered hastily.

"I could change your mind, if you tell the boy that you have a husband, and don't forget mentioning my name to him", he finalized.

"So that what would happen!!", she shouted.

"So he could be scared off and run off because you're the almighty Heir to the throne of Al Zayed!!" She spoke angrily, folding her hands beneath her chest.

"We had an issue, we could have resolved it, instead you ran away, why??. Why would you do that?, Do you know what you made me go through!!", he said in a very calm tone, yet, she could feel the anger in his voice.

"You have trust issues. If I was in your shoe and someone told me you cheated, I wouldn't believe. There was no proof, no evidence. It's possible it was a random gossip. You showed me how miserable my life would be if I had stayed back, maybe you would have turned me to one of your slaves. A slave would even have more freedom and rights than I would be given. You know what, I'm done talking to you", she said, turning to leave the office, when the next words of his stopped her dead in her track.

"The Emir wants to see you. My father wants to see you", Rashid said.

To him it would be playing with fire if he kept threatening her, but he decided to use his father to intervene. The duo had shared a very strong bond, one, which Rashid had questioned at a point, but quickly shrugged it off.

"I will see him when I can. You would make things worse if I see your sorry ass there", she warned and stormed out of her Office.

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Fiona was back in Qatar, yet no one knew about it. She had gone through five years of rehabilitation, now, one could say she was better, healthier and more sane.

She stood outside Fernandez Lounge and Club, waiting for MAMA, before she arrived Qatar, she had called the woman on phone and told her that she wanted to see her, needed to see her.

MAMA, the thick woman who is in her late fifties sensed the urgency in her voice, and promised to make out time, it was the first time since five years that she last heard from Fiona, since then, she hadn't seen nor heard from the Prince, Rashid Zadir or his best friend, Khalid.

Fiona rested against her car, in a black silk gown which covered every part of her body, asides her feet and a scarf which she tossed over her shoulders, her neck and hair, she wore a black sunshade glass which gave her this confident look. Only her nose could be seen.

She was back to Qatar for just two things. To find out her true identity and to see her lover, Khalid.

She craved for him, hungered for his touch. It was maddening not to have seen him, felt him nor touched him. She just wanted to be left alone, needed to restore her mental health, for she knew she was on the verge of loosing it, before she left Qatar for Norway. A country which was best known for their best psychiatric therapy. She couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he sees her on his bed, waiting wantonly for him. She just could not wait.

She definitely was going to see her lover, Khalid, but about finding her true identity, she wasn't so sure.