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Did they see a glireat Rashid Al Masood, the es, in him?

Would he be never allowed to forget that his father had only acknowledged him as his son when he had needed a different crown prince, thanks to his corrupted half brother Tariq?

Once upon a tilad to hear that his father’s blood flowed in his veins But nownow that he was spending his life paying for his mistake

He cursed the wretched High Council and its power to elect the High Sheikh Maybe if the bunch of corrupt cowards had spoken up during Tariq’s regime, Behraat wouldn’t be in this state now

But with Rashid’s strict regulations blown apart, they had been busy stuffing their pockets with Tariq’s bribes while he had ruined relations with neighboring countries, destroyed peace treaties and violated trade agreements

Yet they used any reason to doubt his rule over Behraat, harped on and on about the separation of tribes from the state

As if it was his mistake and not his father’s

Zafir headed straight to the situation room, detering him up as a favored orphan, he couldn’t turn a blind eye to Behraat Even before he had learned about his birth, duty had been filled in his very blood

This was his father’s legacy to him

Not love, not pride, not even the knowledge of his mother, but this infernal sense of duty toward Behraat

Lauren’s face on the huge plasht him to a sudden halt

Souta hard thrum in his very muscle, an echo of a primal need that he couldn’t fathom to this day

That pluht between her teeth, her complexion paler than usual Blue shadows marred the beauty of wide-set black eyes The scarf she had used earlier to cover her hair loosely was gone, her black hair cut to fall over her forehead, once again hiding her entire face from him

The long-sleeved cotton T-shirt ers entwined on top of the table, her posture straight, reckless defiance in every line

Defiant and honest, sensuous and wary, from the moment he had set eyes on her, Lauren had ensnared him

At his command, his special security force had locked her up, confiscated everything from her Punish a threat to his new rule And all the evidence they had gathered since didn’t bode well for her either

But he couldn’t shake off the betrayal, the hurt that had glittered when she had looked at him He had wanted to kiss her He’d wanted to plunder her mouth until the betrayal etched into her face turned into arousal