Sheikh's Scandal
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“Your love is all the gift I need,” he said fervently.
“Ditto.”
He smiled and opened the gift, his expression going very solemn as he opened the jeweler’s box. It was a traditional wedding bracelet, of the type brides gave their husband in Zeena Sahra. Though it was not leather, or hand woven from her hair.
It had something to do with their Bedouin roots, but all Liyah knew was that she approved the symbolism of it.
“The eternal circle of love and commitment,” Sayed said with satisfaction.
“Yes, because I will always love you and am in this thing for life.”
“As am I.” He slipped the heavy platinum masculine bracelet on, a single ruby for his royal house offset left of center on the top.
She’d used the last of her savings to buy it and couldn’t think of a better use of her mother’s final gift to Liyah.
“Now it is your turn.”
“Is it?” she asked, so full of love and happiness she didn’t think any gift could add to it.
“Yes. I remember you once told me, we are supposed to keep things even.”
She laughed, remembering. “That was about getting naked.”
“We will get to that.”
“Promise?” she teased.
“Oh, yes. Now, open your gift.”
Liyah tore the paper off the flat box and pulled off its lid, but was a little confused when she saw it was filled with legal documents. “What are these?”
“You know the hotel where I proposed?”
“Yes.” She’d loved the rooftop restaurant.
“I bought it for you.”
“You bought me a hotel?”
“It’s in your blood, but you’ll have to keep a general manager as your duties as emira will not allow for a full-time occupation outside of the palace.”
“Your mother explained.” Queen Durrah had been giving Liyah “princess lessons” daily since she agreed to marry Sayed.
“And you do not mind?”
“No, Sayed. When I say I love you, I mean the you that is emir, too.”
“You are amazing, habibti. Intee albi.”
“And you are my heart. We’ll beat for each other. I love you so much, Sayed.”
“As I love you. With everything that I am or ever will be.”
“I know it.”
“You do?”
“The proof is in the pudding, as they say.” Her heart was so full it was hard to get the words out, but she did. “First you gave me the gift of family, both my father and your own parents, cousins and aunt. Then there’s the hotel—the grand romantic gesture the men in your family are known for.”