My Insatiable Sheikh - Marian Tee Page 0,40

done anything wrong. "How much have you heard?"

"Everything."

SHIIIIIT.

"I'm sorry for not telling you about—-" My voice faltered when the sheikh turned to look at me in surprise.

"What are you apologizing for?"

I blinked. "So...you're not angry?"

"Why should I be?"

There was something I was missing, I thought. Something about him...

"After what I heard..."

Ah.

It was the sheikh.

For the first time since we met, he was wearing a mask...while with me.

And it hurt.

"Raj—-"

"I think it's time we speak of the truth," the sheikh said gently.

My blood kept getting colder as I listened to him speak, and I couldn't understand why.

"The only reason I had indulged your romantic whims and let you believe that I have feelings for you was for the sake of my heir—-"

I shook my head. "You're lying."

But the sheikh went on as if he no longer...he no longer cared about me. "It is always better for a child to grow up in a stable home, with both parents present. Better but not necessary, and now that I know about the boy—-"

"Will you please stop fucking talking about Johnny," I choked out, "and just tell me what the fuck's going on? You love me—-" A pained expression flitted over the sheikh's handsome face, and I could no longer speak.

"Have I ever said it?"

"N-No, but it's because—-"

"Because I don't," he said softly.

I stared at him.

"And to tell you the truth, habibti...it had been getting a little exhausting, pretending to be a devoted lover when all I truly wanted from this contract was a heir to put an end to my father's nagging."

I just kept staring at him.

"Admittedly, it had been fun at first, and when I found out about Dahlia, I confess it made me feel rather protective towards you. But after a while..." The sheikh's shoulders lifted in a careless shrug. "In any case, I do believe the boy will soon leave your sister, and once you give me my heir..." He made a rather vague gesture of dismissal, and it almost felt as if he was symbolically throwing me out of his life. "You shall be free to do whoever you want."

Asshole, I thought. He was such a fucking asshole, and I should never have let myself forget that.

Dark eyes touched mine, probably for the last time, and all I could do...all I could do was just fucking stare at him.

Because this time, I knew I was crying.

This time, I needed it to be like before, needed him to wipe my tears away the way he always did.

But nothing happened, and that was when I knew.

It's different now, I thought dully.

I used to think that only Dahlia could fuck me over, but I was wrong.

I watched the sheikh leave, and I was glad.

Even as the tears continued to fall, I was glad to see him gone.

It hurt less, you see, not seeing the man who was the cause of the agonizing shame that was ripping me apart.

I really believed he was in love with me, too, and yet all that time...

God.

For hours I simply sat there, unable to think. It hurt. It just hurt too much to do anything else but let the tears fall silently, and it was only when I absently ran my fingers over my tummy...

Ah.

A laugh escaped me, but this quickly turned into a sob. I had actually forgotten for a moment that I was pregnant.

Sorry, little bun.

I thought, so foolishly thought the three of us could be happy.

Now, it was just the two of us.

But I would make it work.

I'd keep my little bun safe and loved, no matter what, and that could never happen if I was still here, surrounded by so many memories that were no longer beautiful. If I let myself stay here a second longer, I might end up endangering my little one, and the thought was enough to get me off my ass. Before I knew it, I was already in the airport and paying for a one-way ticket to Kivr. Once there, I took a cab straight to the royal palace, and after introducing myself to the guards as the mother of Sheikh Raj's unborn child, I asked them if they could please ask Princess Ella if she was willing to meet me.

I was shown to a grand-looking drawing room, and barely a minute had passed when a woman about my age came, and I found myself thinking—-the sheikh was right.

She did have a rebellious look to her, and just like that...

Just thinking about him—-

My face started to crumple.

"Oh no,"