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🌹 BOOK TWO 🌹

EPISODE 62 --- THE BROKEN MAN

Silence.

It's not the dropping of a pin, even a feather would break the silence between them.

Janelle replayed the words that had just spilled from Rashid's lips, "No, no." she said to herself, nodding her head negatively.

"No Rashid, No. It's either you've been lied to, or the test results were for another. I, I h-have the e-er-erm, their pictures." She frantically searched for her phone in the pocket of her leather pants, her fingers trembling wildly as she retrieved her phone.

She searched through her gallery, "Here, they're yours." She said softly, trying to convince him.

Rashid looked away from her, "Janelle, we never had s*x...

"No, we did. We actually did. I could fly them here, so you could run a paternal test on them." She intervened, not waiting for him to finish speaking.

He raised his brows, "You're not hallucinating right?, How?, Cause, I can remember clearly, I might have grown older, but my mind and brain are still as sharp as ever. So tell me how?" He questioned, flexing his large, calloused hands, before pocketing them.

"I er-erm..." she paused, started playing with her fingers, he was backing her, she walked closer to him, and in an almost whispering tone, "I drugged you." she dropped the bombshell.

He turned swiftly to face her, she stood her ground, although his facial features hardened, "I know it's wrong, I've always been haunted by what I did, but, I can't say I regret making that decision. I'm only unhappy you didn't know, it was selfish of me, and, I'm really sorry."

"It still doesn't change anything, Janelle. I can't just believe it...

"You don't?, Even after seeing an exact replica of yourself?, I've never, ever been with any man asides you and it was just once." Her voice was strained, filled with hurt.

"That night, you came back from work, your favorite tequila was on the glass table. Immediately you went in to take your bath, I added sleeping pills. You came back, you took it and slept off immediately. The pills took it's effect, it was that quick. We had s*x, you couldn't have recollected, you were drugged, barely conscious." She wounded her arms around herself.

He felt repulsed, his face was contorted with deep hurt.

"But why?" His voice was somewhat rough on the edges.

"I needed to have something, anything that would remind me of you. Something I could hold in my hands, cherish forever, a piece of you. But then, I got more than that. I was blessed with double." A tear slid down her cheeks.

Sobs emitted from her lips, painful racks tearing her up, "I'm really sorry Rashid. I cared only about myself, I didn't think of you, I felt hurt after everything that had happened. I was going to tell, but, I just didn't know how to or when." She went on her knees, crawling towards him, her chest making heaving sounds.

Rashid turned to face her, "Ohh no, Please." He lifted her up, wrapping his large hands around her, he tried soothing her, consoling her. He kissed the top of her head. While she kept crying, Rashid didn't say a word, he was silent all through. Lifting her off her feet, he walked towards the cushion with her still in his arms, he sat down, placed her head on his shoulder.

"I'm rea-really sorry...

"It's okay. We all made mistakes. I too, made a horrible mistake, choosing to listen to my mother's words over yours, I should have heard from you. I should have known you'd never cheat on me, I was blinded by the love I've for my mother......" he paused, her sobs had quietened as he began talking.

"All my life, I've never wished for more asides an unconditional love of a mother for her son. A mother's love that's so genuine and impartial. I don't know, maybe I've wronged my mother unknowingly and that's why she hates me so. I've done all I could, gone extra miles, same Ol' Results. I don't mind the extra affection she showed my younger brother, Madok. I was never worried about it for once, I felt he was younger and deserved the extra treat. It was loathe, when I came off age, I studied the look she gives me whenever I'm around, it wasn't displeasure over a little misdeed of mine, it was pure loathe, as young as twelve, I'd make sure my brother was my top priority..." Rashid drew Janelle closer to himself, her eyes glued to his face, but her hands were wrapped around his fingers, subconsciously caressing his hands.

He stayed quiet for a long time as they both listened to the wheezing of breeze that came in through the open windows. She slowly shifted in his arms, scooting closer towards him, his jaw almost touching her forehead.

"And w-when you said you couldn't father a child, you were so sure about it, what did you mean?" Janelle questioned, his features tensed immediately, "And it's okay if you don't want to tell me, I guess it's hard on you, so.."

"It's okay, anything you want to know." He nuzzled the back of her palms.

"I was almost clocking seventeen when I became dangerously ill. During that period, it was like I was about to breath my last, no one noticed, the Sheikh, my father travelled on an official leave, and as you know... I'm not close to the Sheikha, so I couldn't tell her my worsening condition, even as my manhood began swelling..." Janelle felt liquid drop on her cheek, even in the dark, she could make out the hard planes of his face, most especially, the emotions he didn't want to dally in. It was big enough that he'd share something so personal with her and disrupting him could make him change his mind, so she sat back in silence, waiting, patiently waiting for him to continue.

"So I told my Best friend, Khalid, and the man who was closest to me after my father, Dargok. Dargok told my mother, I was taken to the hospital, where I did some test, and the doctor said I've been continuously taking Methadone Hydrochloride."

"Methadone Hydrochloride?, What drug is that?" Janelle questioned, sitting up in his lap.

"Well, it causes decrease in s***m motility and seminal vesicle secretions, decreased s***m count and abnormal s***m morphology. So, you already know what that means."

"Drugs that causes male infertility!. Christ! This is pure wickedness. You were only a boy, who had been giving you those drugs to take!." She almost screamed, her eyes widened and rounded like saucers.

"I never got to know. I had to undergo surgery and had the residues of the drugs neutralized from my body. After which the doctor told my mother that I'd never be able to father a child. Since then, my life hadn't remained the same." He took her off his thighs and stood up, pacing around the room.

"Your mother, what did she do about it?." Janelle asked.

"Nothing, she fired all the maids and protocols, hired a new set, and made me swear never to tell my father about it." He began closing the windows.

"Rashid?" She called.

"And told me to disclaim my title as the HEIR To The Throne Of Al Zayed, and give it to my younger brother. She said I'd be mocked if anyone found out I'm infertile."

"The repercussions?, I'm very sure there'd be." Janelle sighed.

"My Uncle Farouq might want to come for the throne later, and she'd be very happy with me if I did that. Until my brother's title was taken from him and conferred back on me, I had long forfeited the throne and was satisfied with my new life."

"You're strong, Rashid. Very strong. Your brother, Madok, is so proud to have you as an older brother. He was manipulated and grew up becoming a manipulative person. You don't know how sorry he is. He tells me how much he looked up to you, and, how he wished there could be a rewind, so he could make up for his wrongdoings." She stopped, " I shouldn't have said this though." she hiccuped.

Rashid drew her a glass of water, "Now you're telling me where you'd been all those mornings. Since you forgive this easily, why was it so hard to forgive me, why was it so difficult for us to sort all these out between ourselves. Why?"

"Well, we do have to let go, that's the only way we could live without a continuous ache in our chest. You? It was really hard, I trusted you, I loved you with everything and in a blink of an eye, you turned your back on me. It was really hard. It was difficult to just let go, I'd be a sinner if I had forgiven you that easily." Janelle cooed.

"How many times would I be broken? I've been abused psychologically and mentally which beats that of physical torture. I craved love and above all, a MOTHERs' love. I'd have done anything for it. I was lonely all through my life, even while you were with me, it felt like I was incomplete, ""My past--- My Mother"" he said in a whisper. doesn't acknowledge me and there would never be a future---- no children for me." he took the glass from her, dropped it on the table and walked back to her.

"Moreso, when you left and there was no hope of ever seeing you again, Loneliness and self loathing became number four and six while I was between them."

TBC.
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🌹 BOOK TWO 🌹

EPISODE 61 ---- UNSPOKEN WORDS.
(I made the chapter longer, to compensate for not updating yesterday😊)

Janelle leaned against the wall for support, barely able to process what Sheikh Abdul said. Should she thank him for indirectly supporting her?, Or, maybe, thank him for keeping such grave matter from his SON?. She was speechless, felt sick to the brim. How?

How did he choose his daughter in-law over his son, his own blood?. That was what confused her, she felt like she was a string being played somewhat generously-wicked, if there was a word like that.

She couldn't say any word, needn't say any though, the Sheikh had thrown a very big bomb, and the surge of adrenaline she had felt was too high and had to go down, just because she felt it necessary?

Taking purposeful step towards her, Sheikh Abdul reached out to her, "I know it's all to large to take in, but, I just want to let you know, the ball's in your court, if you deem it fit or necessary to play it, it's all left to you. It's always been yours," he paused, taking a Curt nod towards the door, he continued, "You don't think it's been way too long you've held tightly unto the ball, what's the fun when it isn't passed around?, What's the point when you get to hold it all to yourself?." he questioned, grief in his heart for the young lady standing before him, and, his son, who knew nothing, point-blank about his children.

Tears.

The tears first came as sniffles, slowly sliding down her cheeks, the somewhat salty taste hit her taste bud, that was when she realized everything was real.

"Let it all out, Janelle, let it out." Sheikh Abdul cooed, comforting her, basking in comforting her, because it was all she needed, but then giving her a chance to let it all sink. He felt they both needed to grow up, his son, Rashid, exclusively.

The tears streamed in large torrent, her back slowly slide down the pin-pricked walls, while her ass hit the marble, tiled floors. She raised her knee to meet her face, resting her jaw atop it, she closed her eyes.

Sheikh Abdul paced his room, for a while, having comforted her, he gave her room, a little space, to think things through, to have a little ME-TIME to herself.

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"N-No-no please, d-don't take him away from me, I did everything you asked, e-every fu-f**king thing, you piece of s**t, it's not what you promised, y-you said, you, you said you'd keep to your word, "Abla stuttered, eyes blazing hot, voice sounding like a croaked frog, she widened her eyes, "Y-you! You lied, just like you've always been doing, fûck!" she cursed, gripping her forehead, she began banging her head on the hard wall behind her.

Farouq squinted his eyes, a coy smile on his face, "I don't make deals with wh**es, fools, you're a stigma to this family. Have I ever kept to my words?, My promises?, You naive, ignorant, dûmbass idîot. You think I'd waste Hundred Thousands of dollars on some stupid fûckéd up medication?. Shît!" he banged his hands hard against the table beside him.

She cowered in fear, going down on her knees, she crawled towards her father, Farouq, "Please, please, don't do this. I'm stupid, an îdíot, a w***e, I don't even need the medications, but please, my boy, don't hurt him, keep him safe. Punish me all you want, but the boy, he's innocent, he's all I've got left, please." she screamed, pleaded, as streaks of saliva slid out her mouth, splattering everywhere but on Farouq.

His hands reached out, curving around her neck, his hold on her was deathly, like a vise, she could barely breathe, but she held on, only her, only she could save her son and herself from her father, Farouq.

"She's not ready, throw her in the dungeon, feed her once every two days, the lesser the refreshments, the more desperate she becomes, her body becoming weak makes the soul blood thirsty." Farouq order his guards, kicked her hard on her chin as she sought to touch him, come after him.

Abla watched the retreating back of her father, summoning every strength and courage in her, she shouted, "I'll do it. I'll single handedly bring Janelle to you." There was determination, moreso, eagerness, this was the last straw, she knew it, she just needed to hatch out the best plan.

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"Uhhhh, mhmmmmm, fûck fûck." Fiona moaned loudly as she reached the peak of her climax, eyes going wide and methodically shutting down, she reached towards him, her both hands resting on Khalid's hard, sweaty chest. She convulsed, her c**t tightened around his cõck, milking him, sucking every one million tiny piece of him like a vise.

"Allah!" It was too much for her, it was the best of the best, yet, he kept going, flipped her over, now, he was the one doing the riding, while she was being ridden, drawing out her climax, riding it out of her until the very end.

"It's it's t-too much." she purred. She was sensitive to the core, wincing loudly, there came the pain, but moreso, the pleasure. Her legs never stopped trembling, even as Khalid hung them over his shoulder.

And, "Ohhhh!" A deep groan emitted from his lips, he sunk his cõck deeper into her, riding out his climax, slowly, his legs gave him out as he laid untop her, bracing himself against putting his whole weight atop her, yet, his cõck was still buried deep in her. Enjoying the feeling of basking in her, remaining in her tight sheath with no intention of pulling out.

And they remained entwined AGAINST, AROUND and IN each other, until..... The shrilling loud sound of a phone rang.

"Don't get it, just stay here." Fiona said, giving him feather-like kisses wherever her lips could reach and caressing his broad back with her hands.

He raised his front half, "I wouldn't take it of it was mine, it's yours and you would want to pick it, it's an unknown number." he groaned, lifting himself OFF and OUT of her in a frenzy.

She whined, reached out for her phone that kept ringing on the headboard of the bed, she swiped the receive line.

"Fiona it's me, MAMA, it's unnecessary for introductions, but I think you might want to know your father, your real father. Just call me back when you're less busy, I'd send you a location." The call went immediately.

Fiona's face was Ashen, she was shocked, shocked to the brim, "HER FATHER!" She didn't know if to be happy, she still has someone she can call family, blood of her blood, but then...

"What's the problem?" Khalid brought her numb fingers to his lips, nuzzling every part of it, bringing them back to life.

"I e-er-erm, I y-you, I j-just." she couldn't bring herself to say anything, so she kept stuttering, unable to form a word.

"Calm down, Moi nuur-ei-leen, and just breathe. You could tell me later. Let me go make our bathe." Khalid stood up from the bed, giving her chance for her brain to process whatever she just heard, he knew she'd confide in him, but for now, everything needed to be processed.

π~~~~πππ~~~~π

Janelle's eyes slowly opened, she was never asleep, yet her eyes were closed. Her face filled with dried streaks of tears, and her eyes swollen and puffy.

She looked around, everywhere was dark, save for the lamplight which she was certain the Sheikh, her Father in-law had kept there for her.

She stood up, wrapped her arm around herself, while she had been there, she already made up her mind. Throughout the years they had been apart, herself and Rashid. She had been through much, more, worse things, that if it wasn't herself that passed through them, she wouldn't have believed.

But, it was her.

And as she pulled the large oak door opened, and went up the stairs, she knew her mind was made up, she was going to let him know, and if he cared to ask, tell him how she did that too. Also, brace herself, because, it was just going to be her and him, ALONE. No one to save Rashid from himself, his flaring temper.

She stood before his door, still wrapped around herself, she took calming breathe, to calm her shrouded nerves.

She knocked, Once, Twice and....

The door opened, Rashid's brows furrowed, looking at her, like though she lost her footing, he walked out of his room, looked behind her to be sure she wasn't dragged here, or rather, no one else was around.

"Are you okay?, Go in." he ushered her into his room, and locked it behind him.

He took her hands in his, taking him to the cushion, he tried making her sit.

"No, no. I just, I have something to tell you."

"Something?, I'd only hear you out when you sit." he insisted.

"You won't be saying that if I tell you it's about what you asked me this morning." She replied, her head sunk down in her neck, she wasn't even looking at him, not wanting to drown in his emotions, or see how beautiful he looked, didn't want to admire him this close. He was addictive and if she looked at him, this once. She was sure she'd forget all she wanted to say.

He smiled, "Well, you'd still sit. As much as I'd love to hear whatever you want to say, you don't look to well and I was so hard on you this morning, I'm sorry." he tried to hold her, but she swiftly moved back, away from him, away from his hold..... He was a tempter.

"No, no. Please don't come close, You should stay back, until I'm done talking." she maintained.

His lips pressed in a thin line.

She decided to take that sit he told her to, her legs felt like jelly, and they'd give her out, she felt weak.

Her stomach rumbled, she ducked her head, and another sound. "You should eat, and now!" he took out his phone to call whosoever was going to bring her meals, when she dragged his phone out of his hands.

"No, no, no, Rashid! You don't get to care about that. Just listen to whatever I have to say. You're her father!" she shouted, waiting for everything to sink into his brain.

He laughed, a deep one, if it weren't for the current status between them, it was this deep, timbred laughter of his that made her insides to jelly and make her sheath hum.

"See, I know I acted so desperately, like, who wouldn't want to father a child from a beautiful woman like you, huhhh. In my wildest imagination, she looked just like me, same eyes, nose, lips, Allah! Especially the eyes, but, it's not possible, asides the fact we never had s*x, it's never possible, a fact which I've come to terms with." Janelle studied his facial features, his voice sounded cool, but his face, his face was contorted, like he was in pain about something.

"It's they though. They're your kids, A healthy boy and a beautiful girl, it wasn't an imagination. She looks just like you." She said softly.

He nodded his head negatively, "They?. Janelle, you don't get it, do you?."

"Don't look at me like I'm growing bananas. You make me feel like I'm stupid, like I don't know the father of my children?."

"I can't father a child, Janelle. There's nothing I haven't done, no place I haven't been to. All yielded negative results. I'd be happy to adopt them as mine, but those children aren't mine and it can't even be a miracle."

TBC.
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