Chapter 92: Chapter 92

“By the way, Mr Ahmed, what shampoo and conditioner do you use?” Madison asked, looking admiringly at Zayed’s slightly long hair.

“MOM!” Liam exclaimed in shock. He turned to his mom with pleading eyes.

“What? I just wanted to know..” Madison said innocently.

“Please keep a control on your tongue, mom. Don’t scare them away on the very first day.” Liam whispered to his mother in a pleading tone, earning a glare in return.

“LIAM FREDRICK! How could you say that to your Momma? The momma who carried you inside her womb for nine months? The momma who changed your dirty diapers when you were a kid? The momma who kissed your boo boo’s away?” Madison asked, hands on her hips. She was fired up.

Liam closed his eyes in disbelief. They were supposed to impress the Ahmeds. Not scare them off.

Zayed and Salim exchanged a glance.

“How the hell did we land here? Now there would be nothing stopping Cami and Ava. This woman seems just like them. They are going to get on like a house on fire.” Salim whispered in Zayed’ ears.

“I know right..” Zayed murmured back.

“You know what! I have read a million Mills and Boon novels and have always dreamed of meeting some sheikhs. Never expected to actually meet real life sheikhs.” Madison gushed happily as she looked at the three Sheikh brothers.

Meanwhile, Camille and Aveline exchange a glance that screams their excitement.

Madison looked positively thrilled as she led Aveline, Camille, and Katie inside, chatting as if they were all long-lost friends.

“You have to tell me everything about life in Zidra. ” she gushed, linking arms with Aveline. “I have always wanted to visit the Middle east!”

Aveline chuckled.

“Well, you should come and visit, and you must stay with us! And Camille here will tell you all the hidden gems. She is an absolute expert on the best places to shop and eat!”

“Madison, you and I could do some serious shopping damage. Trust me; my husband’s credit card may start crying when we are done!” Camille leaned in conspiratorially.

“Oh, we are going to get along splendidly, Camille!” Madison replied, her eyes lighting up as she imagined the shopping trips ahead.

“And don’t even get me started on Zidra’s latest fashion scene. It would be so much fun to plan a little tour—girls’ day out, perhaps?” Katie chimed in.

“Oh, you have to count me in!” Madison grinned. “We will leave the boys to themselves and paint the town red!”

The four of them laughed like they had been friends forever. Liam stood to the side, shaking his head with a mixture of amusement and disbelief. His mom had found her tribe, and by the looks of it, the Ahmed aunts had too.

Meanwhile, the younger crowd gathered around the outdoor seating area near the pool. Emma and Emily were helping set out drinks when Aveline spotted them. Her eyes lit up, and she nudged Madison.

“Is that Emily? And Emma?” She whispered with excitement, her voice barely contained. Madison nodded, noting her interest.

“Yes, Emily and Emma. They are cousins!” Madison said.

Aveline clasped her hands together.

“Oh, they are even more beautiful than in the photographs!” She sighed dreamily. “I remember little Emily from way back when Zahir had his first crush on her in kindergarten.”

“Really? Oh, this is getting better and better!” Madison’s eyebrows raised.

Aveline watched as Zahir glanced over at Emily, his usual serious expression melting into something gentler. Emily caught his gaze, her cheeks flushing slightly before looking away.

Emma, meanwhile, had linked arms with Zian, who laughed at something she whispered to him.

“Those two are head over heels,” Camille noted, following Aveline’s gaze. “And Zian absolutely adores her. And she is such a cutie pie. I have been watching her for a while now. She hasn’t closed her mouth since the moment I saw her and Zian is simply watching her talk.”

“My boys have finally met their match. It’s adorable, really.” Aveline chuckled knowingly.

Nearby, Zaif and Anya were deep in conversation, planning how they would “commandeer” the barbecue. Zera, sitting on Zada’s lap, clapped her hands happily as Madison brought over a tray of homemade lemonade, handing one to each of them.

As laughter and chatter filled the air, Liam suddenly felt a heavy hand clap down on his shoulder. He turned to find Zayed and Salim standing on either side of him, both wearing identical expressions—serious and stern.

“Liam, can we have a word?” Zayed’s tone was polite but laced with an underlying intensity.

“Uh… sure,” Liam said, feeling a sudden sense of dread as they guided him to a more secluded corner of the garden. Salim crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked Liam up and down.

“Listen here, young man,” Zayed began, his voice low. “Zada is our baby. She is very precious to us, and we won’t tolerate anyone mistreating her.”

“You seem like a decent guy, Liam, but let’s be clear. If you ever hurt Zada, you’ll be taking a one-way trip to the Ahmed palace. And trust me, we have a dungeon that would make you very uncomfortable.” Salim said, his gaze even sharper.

Liam swallowed, trying not to let his nerves show.

“Understood, sirs,” he replied, his voice a bit shaky but determined. “I care about Zada a lot. I love her. I wouldn’t ever dream of hurting her.”

The two men shared a glance, then nodded, their expressions softening just slightly.

“Good,” Zayed said. “Because our girl deserves the best, and if you are the one she has chosen, well, we will keep an eye on you.”

“Very closely,” Salim added with a faint smirk that somehow made the warning even scarier.

As they walked back toward the rest of the group, Liam let out a long, quiet breath, feeling the intensity of the warning settle deep into his bones. It was clear that loving Zada meant stepping up—and that he had just been handed the challenge of a lifetime.