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  Sold To The Sheikh

  Fated Lovers

  By Holly Rayner

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  Copyright 2015 by Holly Rayner

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  All characters depicted in this fictional work are consenting adults, of at least eighteen years of age. Any resemblance to persons living or deceased, particular businesses, events, or exact locations are entirely coincidental.

  Table Of Contents:

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  ONE

  Mia tried her best to cushion the blow. “Well,” she said, as they drove away from Rami’s parents’ mansion, “you know there are worse things than being adopted. I mean, I was adopted, and look how well I turned out.” She smiled at him weakly. Not well enough for your mom to approve of me, but I get the impression she probably wouldn’t have approved of me anyway.

  “Right, yeah,” Rami replied, barely even glancing at her. Mia couldn’t help but wonder how much of his shock stemmed from the revelation that Rami had been adopted, and how much was due to the fact that his mother had rejected Mia. Is it that bad to be adopted? Mia had never thought so; she didn’t even remember her birth parents and had never had more than a passing curiosity about them—at least until she had met Rami, and they had spent months trying to get her pregnant.

  Now she was pregnant, and it should have been nothing but rest and relaxation and growing a baby from that point forward. Instead, as they drove back to Rami’s place, Mia found herself looking at the engagement ring he had given her, and wondered if his love for her would endure in the face of his mother’s ultimatum.

  She followed him into the house, her mind spinning with the import of everything that had happened. “Do you want to watch TV?” she asked. Rami’s head turned in a snap to look at her, and Mia felt a pang of guilt at the realization that she had startled him out of what were obviously very deep thoughts.

  “I’m going to get some work done,” Rami said, giving her a weak smile. “You should get some rest on the couch.” He walked up to her quickly and gave her a brief kiss on the lips, letting his hand move down to press lightly against her abdomen.

  “If you want to talk about anything—about what your mom said…” Mia bit her bottom lip and tried to meet Rami’s gaze. He smiled again, his eyes tired and dull, and kissed her on the forehead before turning away.

  “I just need to clear my head, get some work done,” Rami told her, retreating into the hallway that led to his office. Mia sighed and sank down onto the couch, trying not to worry too much about the man she had come to love.

  She told herself that he would be all right within a few days; Rami had always seemed to be the more resilient of the two of them. How many times had she been utterly devastated at the thought that she might not be capable of having children—while Rami had been confident all the while that it would eventually work out for them? He was right, too. At least about me getting pregnant. When we least expected it and weren’t even trying, it happened. But hoping for the best didn’t seem to be an option in their current situation.

  Mia turned on the TV and pretended to watch it, all the while going over and over their predicament. Rami would come around, he had to. He was the strong one, the one who believed that everything would work out. Yeah, but he doesn’t really have much of a choice when it comes to his parents’ approval, does he? Mia worried at her bottom lip, remembering the look on Rami’s mother’s face when he announced that Mia was carrying his child, and that he intended to marry her.

  Rami was a prince, and the fact that he was adopted somehow seemed to be both more and less important than that. What it’s going to come down to, Mia is that he will have to decide between leaving you—and keeping his money, his title, name and family—or making the decision to stay with you, and in doing so lose everything. Mia wondered if Rami’s mother would let him keep or at least care for his own child. Mia was well aware that the money he had paid her, while more than enough to take care of herself and her mother, wouldn’t last the child’s lifetime.

  “Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself,” Mia said, changing absent-mindedly from one channel to the next. It didn’t really matter which TV show she put on; it wasn’t as though she was in the right frame of mind to absorb what was on the screen. “Maybe it was just an initial reaction. Maybe his mom will get used to the idea, and eventually tell him that it’s okay.” Mia shook her head at the sheer optimism of that idea. Rami’s mother might eventually come to terms with the fact that he’d impregnated someone, but Mia didn’t think that the woman would ever be okay with her son—her adopted son, but her son nonetheless—marrying a commoner who from a no-name family without wealth or connections.

  “If she wanted him to marry well, she should have just arranged it herself,” Mia said to no one at all, knowing she sounded petulant and uncaring. Rami wasn’t there to be upset by her words; he might as well have been a million miles away, off in his office, taking care of work. Mia wished that she had something to occupy herself with other than TV. Even her old job, where she had been underpaid and underappreciated, would have given her plenty to think about outside of her current crisis.

  “He’ll snap out of it,” Mia told herself firmly, taking a deep breath and reaching one hand down to cup the slight, firm bulge at her abdomen, the evidence of the baby growing inside of her. Her stomach gnawed and she couldn’t tell whether it was hunger or worry—but sighing, she pulled herself up from the couch, reasoning that whichever it was, it couldn’t hurt to eat something.

  TWO

  “I don’t understand,” said Rami, pacing back and forth in front of Mia. “I’ve been a good son to them.” He shook his head, turning to look at her. Mia nodded, at a loss for something to say and feeling guilty that her own mother had so approved of their engagement. Of course she approved. What’s not to like about a wealthy man who’s madly in love with your daughter?

  “I know it must be difficult for you,” Mia said quietly.

  “It’s not even that it’s difficult,” Rami countered. “I just don’t get—I mean—why didn’t either of them ever tell me I was adopted until now?” He threw his hands up in the air. “And what could possibly be wrong with you? Especially if I’m not—not really…” Mia’s heart twisted inside of her.

  “You are really her son,” Mia said firmly. “If you weren’t really her son in her eyes, do you really think she would care one bit who you married?” Mia raised an eyebrow.

  “But then, what is it about you that she doesn’t like?” Rami let his hands drop to his sides and resumed pacing. “Why should it matter if you’re
a commoner? Even if I wasn’t adopted, it’s not like I’d ever be in the line to the throne—not really, anyway.” Rami shook his head violently. “I don’t have to marry some heiress or into some other royal family, so why should she care who it is?”

  Mia smiled wryly. “I obviously don’t know your mother very well,” she said, hesitantly. “But it seems to me—just from the little bit you’ve said, and from meeting her—that she’s very…conscious…of your family’s image.” Mia swallowed against the tight feeling in her throat. “And I mean, in that sense, I guess…”

  “You think it makes sense that she doesn’t want to see her son happy?” Rami snapped, then fell silent. Mia thought he must have realized how sharply he had spoken to her. “I’m not mad at you, Mia. I’m sorry.” He stopped and approached the couch where she was sitting, kneeling in front of her. “I’m just so frustrated. Why can’t she just be happy for me?”

  “I don’t know, darling,” Mia said. “I wish I had some clue for you.” Rami nodded. He took her hands in his and brought them to his lips, kissing them lightly.

  “Maybe I should speak to my sister,” Rami said. “Or my father—though he’s never been one for these kinds of conversations.” Mia took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

  “I think you should give it some time,” she suggested. “I’m sure your mom was really, really shocked to hear that you were engaged and that you were going to have a child all at once, you know?” Mia shrugged. “I think maybe if you let her have some space to absorb it, she might end up being more reasonable.”

  “She’s never been reasonable in her life,” Rami said, sounding every bit the spoiled man-child Mia had found so irritating in the early days of their relationship. She took another breath, stroking her abdomen softly. If Rami sometimes acted this way, she reminded herself, it was because his parents had been the kind of people who only ever showed affection by way of gifts. They weren’t anything like Mia’s parents. Underneath that spoiled little boy attitude, he is a caring, loving person, and you know it, she reminded herself.

  “Give her time,” Mia suggested again, keeping her voice as mild and reasonable as possible. “What can it hurt? It’s not like she gave you a deadline about telling her you weren’t going to marry me.” Mia’s stomach churned at the idea. In spite of Rami’s protests that he loved her, that he would never give into his parents’ demand, she couldn’t help thinking of just how much he would be giving up by staying with her. She couldn’t help wondering if he had really considered the realities of letting go of his wealth.

  “I guess you’re right,” Rami said, standing with a sigh. He turned away from her, and Mia closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the little twinge of pain she’d felt ever since the drive home from Rami’s parents’ house, every time Rami turned away from her. “I think I’m going to go for a drive.”

  “Do you want me to come with you?” Mia saw he was tense. It was silly, but Mia couldn’t not ask—even knowing full well that his response would be to tell her stay home, relax and rest.

  “I won’t be gone long,” Rami said, giving her a wan smile. “I can never stay away from you very long, can I?” Mia chuckled softly. She had to admit he was right; even before they’d had any kind of real relationship—before they’d had a business relationship, much less a romance—he hadn’t been able to stay away from her for very long. He’d had some guy trailing her, finding out her habits. She had forgiven him for that act of stalking; he had apologized, and ultimately, as strange as it was, it had come from a good place.

  “Just promise me that if you start getting really upset, you’ll pull over?” Mia looked up into his dark eyes. “I swear to God, if you get into a wreck, I will strangle you with my bare hands.”

  “I would never do that to you,” Rami said, leaning down and kissing her lightly on the forehead, before heading to the door of his lush penthouse apartment, leaving her alone once more.

  Rami had gone for “a drive” three times already in the week since their disastrous meeting with his mother. Mia picked at the fringe of the blanket that covered her legs, resisting the urge to get up and call him, to ask him to come back and stay with her. She would have to have faith that he would come back under his own steam, as he had the three times previously. “He’s dealing with a lot,” she told herself. Mia frowned, feeling a twinge of something that wasn’t quite resentment. “He’s dealing with a lot, but at the same time he doesn’t have to deal with growing a whole baby.”

  Mia picked up her glass of water and took a sip. It didn’t help that she felt as though every bone in her body was splintering inside of her; that it was an effort just to get out of bed in the morning, much less to keep trying to get Rami to talk to her. She came to a decision: she wasn’t going to call Rami and beg him to stay with her; she would call her mother instead.

  Mia worked her way off of the couch and walked across the room, feeling the ache deep in her hips. “Not even the good kind of ache,” she whined to herself. It occurred to her that she and Rami hadn’t made love in a week—maybe that was part of the problem. Mia sighed and found her phone, which was charging over by the wall.

  Her mother picked up after two rings. “Hey Mama,” Mia said, settling herself on the couch once more. “How’s you?” Mia smiled as she heard her mother laugh.

  “As good as I’ll ever be, I suppose,” Amie said wryly. “How’s my girl?”

  Mia shrugged. “Rami’s off on a drive, and I was feeling a little lonely,” she explained. “Do you need me to take you to see the doctor this week?”

  “Sweetie, you need to be taking care of yourself,” Mia’s mother said firmly. “Not driving across town to ferry me around to get my blood taken by those vampires.”

  Mia smiled to herself. “It gives me something to do, instead of just sitting around worrying about Rami, or being bored,” she insisted. “If I didn’t know better I’d think you don’t want to spend time with your only daughter.”

  “I do want to spend time with you, but I don’t want it to be while you’re worrying yourself to nothing over my health,” Amie said, sounding concerned. “I know Rami’s upset about his parents, but he should be there for you, too.”

  Mia shrugged. “I knew he had a kind of…” she hesitated, “not a selfish streak, but….”

  “Maybe a self-centered one?” her mother interjected.

  “I mean, if I hadn’t already known for years that I was adopted, then I guess I might react the same way,” Mia pointed out. “You have to admit it has to be a really…I mean, how do you know who you are anymore, if someone tells you your whole life story is built on a lie?”

  “But it’s not. It’s just the circumstances of his being part of that family,” Amie insisted. “He’s the same person he always was.”

  “I think,” Mia said slowly, not wanting to be unkind to the woman who had shown her so much love for as long as she could remember, “it’s sort of…I can’t fully understand it myself, I admit that.” She paused and took a breath. “But if I found out that such a crucial part of my life was…different from how I’d thought, then I’d be kind of out of it, too.”

  “You’ve always been my tender-hearted girl,” Amie said lovingly. “I know he loves you—I could see it all over him. But he’s got to grow up—you know that as well as I do.”

  Mia grinned at her mother’s frank comment. “Yeah,” she agreed with a sigh. “I really think he just needs time. I need to be patient with him.”

  “You’re not doubting that he’ll stand by you, are you?”

  Even though she knew that her mother couldn’t see, Mia shook her head emphatically. “I’m about 99.9% sure that he would rather be with me than please his parents,” Mia said.

  “And the other .1%?”

  Mia looked around at the luxurious space—the only kind Rami had ever lived in.

  “He’d be giving up a lot of money,” she said quietly. “On top of that, he’d probably lose all contact with his entire family if his parents
disowned him. So I mean…it’s a big deal. It’s a big decision.”

  “His mom doesn’t expect you to get an abortion or something, does she?” Mia’s hand instinctively shot down to the subtle curve of her abdomen.

  “No. At least, she hasn’t said anything like that to my knowledge.” Mia’s throat tightened at the mere suggestion of terminating her pregnancy. “I think it’s really just about the marriage—about him not marrying me.” She exhaled slowly. “I think if he decided to just…pay me off? His mom would probably be okay with that.”

  “But she hasn’t said she wants the baby?”

  “Why would she want it? I’m a commoner.”

  “You’re as royal as her son is, honey” Amie pointed out. Mia laughed in spite of herself.

  “Yeah, but he’s got a name. I don’t.”

  “You have a name! Mia Campbell is a name.” Amie cried.

  “And I’m proud to have it,” Mia replied, with more than a little affection in her voice. “But it doesn’t mean a thing to Rami’s parents, even if it’s important to me.”