The Sheikh's Kidnapped Bride (The Sharqi Sheikhs Series Book 3) Read Online Free PDF Page A

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    Carolyn nodded her head and asked, “Where is Mahil?”
    “Gone. He had… business meetings.”
    “Gone? But where am I?”
    “Al-Sarid, miss.”
    Al-Sarid?! “The Middle East? I’m in the freaking Middle East?” When the woman looked at her and nodded, Carolyn sank down on the nearest chair, “How did I get here?”
    “Sheik Mahil brought you here, miss.”
    “He brought me here and then left me?” He kidnapped me? I wish I knew what was happening here. I can’t be in the Middle East. I need to be back home! “Could you bring me my clothes and my phone? Oh, and maybe call a taxi or something to take me to the airport?”
    The three women said something to each other and the oldest one told her, “No. We cannot do that. We do have fresh clothing for you here,” she gestured towards one of the woman who was carrying a pile of traditional clothing.
    “So, you’re refusing to let me leave?” Carolyn asked, gauging the distance to the doors and wondering if she could fight her way past the three women.
    The woman seemed to consider her question carefully before replying, “It’s for your own good. Your safety.”
    Carolyn shook her head, “You don’t know what you’re talking about. I have to get back to the United States. Now. Today!” She needed the work hours before her time ran out. Dammit, Mahil! What have you done?
    “That is not possible,” the woman informed her calmly.
    Carolyn could feel herself getting angry and she stalked towards the women, smiling when they backed away from her, “Then make it possible. I have to get back. I owe people money, really scary people. If I don’t make my payments on time…”
    She let her voice trail off, not even wanting to think about the penalty that would be extracted if she didn’t come through with the right amount and on time. She had to make those payments on time. She just had to…
    The woman she’d been speaking with murmured something to the other two women, and they quickly backed their way out of the room. Carolyn felt like crying when she heard the key turn in the lock, once more imprisoning her.
    She returned to the bed, and as she realized she was completely at the mercy of people she didn’t know and had no way of returning home, she finally gave way to her tears. She curled on her side at the end of the bed, crying herself to sleep as her exhaustion and the stress of her life overcame her.
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    Mahil returned home later that afternoon to find the staff nervously waiting around the large foyer of his home. “What is this?” he asked Ahmed as he stopped to survey the small group of people who were watching him carefully.
    “Your guest has been creating quite a ruckus today.”
    Mahil glanced up the winding staircase with a frown upon his face, “What’s happened?”
    “She is very upset at being here and every time someone tries to enter the room to offer her food or company, she becomes more agitated and ends up screaming in frustration at them.”
    One of the maids stepped forward and offered, “When we leave the room, she then cries. It is very hard to listen to, sir.”
    Mahil apologized to his staff and bid them to leave the premises for the remainder of the night. He would see to his guest until morning.
    “Do you think that is wise?” Ahmed asked, watching as the maids and male servants quickly left for their own living quarters at the back of the property. Normally, there would be at least three maids in the main house around the clock, seeing to the Sheik’s needs without delay.
    Mahil nodded his head, “I’ll deal with her. Stay here until I’ve spoken with her. I need to find out what kind of trouble she is in back home so that it can be taken care of.”
    “And if she doesn’t want or require your help?” Ahmed asked to his retreating back.
    Mahil didn’t answer him, but continued up the winding staircase. He listened as he reached the landing and could hear a rhythmic thumping sound coming from the