Kidnapped by the Arab

Carlo couldn’t believe that Emma would reject their son in that way. He left the room extremely upset and asked the doctor not to bring their son near her again. Outside, Thara was waiting, visibly emotional about the baby’s birth.

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“I mean, I’m the father, so he’s the most beautiful baby I’ve ever seen.”

Thara hugged him tightly. “Congratulations, Mr. Morris. You’ve become a father, and I have no doubt you’ll be an excellent one.”

“Thank you, darling. I hope you’ll always be by my side to help me because, honestly, I have no idea how to do this.”

“I’ll be here for you whenever you need me. No one is born knowing how to be a father. I imagine life itself will show you the way.”

“Phew, I never thought it would feel so good to see a little piece of me breathing. It’s an indescribable emotion. His crying moved me, but when he opened his little eyes in front of me, that’s when I completely lost my mind.”

“I can’t wait to meet him.”

“In a moment, they’ll take him to the cribs. His mother didn’t want him near, so he won’t be in the same room.”

“She rejected him?”

“Yes, from the very beginning, she didn’t even want to touch him.”

“Well, it looks like she’s serious about leaving him with you and not wanting anything to do with him.”

“In a way, it’s probably the best for me, and from what I can see, for the baby as well.”

In Italy, Carlo started drinking early in the day, worrying Vittoria every time she saw him do it. Her mother had tried every possible way to make him understand that it was best to set Vittoria free, but his response was always the same. If they forced him to marry her, now they had to face the consequences. The poor girl was getting thinner, and she didn’t know where to find her father to see if he would help her get her freedom, but to him, it was as if she didn’t exist, as it had always been.

That night, Carlo asked her to get ready as beautifully as possible; he would accompany her to a business meeting. Vittoria got excited; it had been a while since she had gone out. He kept her under watch and didn’t let her go out.

She waited in the living room, and when she came downstairs, she looked truly beautiful. Her long blond hair was loose, styled with soft waves, and her makeup highlighted her beautiful green eyes. She wore a tight black dress with a daring neckline that revealed a stunning view. The dress was completely long, but a side slit exposed the fair skin of her leg.

Carlo looked at her for a while, and she felt embarrassed as his lascivious gaze roamed her body. She didn’t dare say anything, fearing that Carlo would get angry. He started to move his hand gently up and down her leg, then he placed it on her groin, inserting his fingers into her intimacy. She squirmed but he signaled her not to move. He played with her button for a while and, upon arriving at the venue, he slowly removed his hand.

He got out of the car and extended his hand to help her out. They entered, looking like a normal couple. She held onto his arm, and they entered a VIP cabin where several of Carlo’s business partners were. Vittoria was surprised to see that she was the only woman in the cabin.

“Buona notte,” greeted Carlo.

“Buona notte,” his partners replied.

Vittoria noticed the lascivious looks the men were giving her. Something told her she needed to leave as soon as possible.

“I’ll be right back. I’ll go to the restroom.”

Carlo looked at her intently and followed her out of the cabin. His chauffeur was waiting outside, and he ordered him to keep an eye on her.

“If you try to escape, I will find you, and believe me, you won’t like what I’ll do to you.”

Vittoria realized that escaping from that man would be practically impossible. She went into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror, taking deep breaths. After a few minutes, she returned to the cabin. As she entered, she saw other women there, but from their appearance and behavior, they didn’t seem decent. One of them was sitting on Carlo’s lap, and he was kissing her breasts shamelessly.

She stood still, watching it all. Carlo noticed her presence and looked at her mockingly. He picked up his glass of whiskey and drank it in one gulp, filling it again and doing the same. Then, he looked back at her, and she seemed so fragile. For a moment, he felt sorry for her, but then he remembered that she agreed to their parents’ arrangement when they forced him to marry her, and his gaze changed to intense hatred for that woman.

“Get up and dance on the table,” he said.

Vittoria looked at the girl sitting on his lap. “Are you talking to me?” she asked, hoping she had misunderstood.

“Yes, I’m looking at you, so I’m talking to you. Don’t make me repeat myself. Get up on the table right now.”

The girl on Carlo’s lap smirked; for her, watching how elegantly dressed Vittoria was humiliated would be quite a show.

“I won’t go up there. You won’t humiliate me like that. I’m your wife, not some w***e like these.”

The girls turned to her, completely offended. “Who does this snob think she is, talking to us like that?”

Carlo got up and roughly grabbed her by the arm, forcing her to climb onto the table in the center of the room, where everyone was sitting in comfortable armchairs around her. The music playing was soft and sensual. This time, Vittoria didn’t feel intimidated; she felt furious. She started moving sensually, giving him exactly what he wanted.

She swayed her hips hypnotically from side to side, and Carlo’s friends didn’t know how to react. She was his business partner’s wife, but she was truly beautiful. One of them, a grotesque man, obese and bald, approached her and tried to touch her. Vittoria gracefully raised her leg to the rhythm of the music and gently pushed him away with her foot. Then, she raised her finger with a flirtatious smile to indicate a firm “no.” Carlo was so captivated by her that he hadn’t realized what she had become.

“Was she the same boring and dull woman who lived with him at home?”

At that moment, a handsome guy who was an assistant to one of his partners arrived. The poor guy didn’t know who she was and approached her with a smile. Ignoring Carlo, Vittoria’s movements became even more sensual. She lowered the straps of her dress slightly, revealing a bit more through her neckline. Carlo felt annoyed by this, although he didn’t know why. The assistant smiled in awe, and she took his hand and used it to raise the slit of her dress, showing a bit more of her leg.

Carlo felt like he was about to explode due to her audacity. He got up furiously, causing the girl who was sitting on his lap to fall loudly to the floor. He took Vittoria by the arm and left the cabin, leaning close to his chauffeur to give him an order.

“Take care of that idiot. Make sure he remembers that nobody touches what’s mine.”

“Understood, sir.”

Carlo led Vittoria to the bathroom and locked the door. He pushed her against the wall, and she was paler than a sheet of paper. He forced her to turn around, urgently pulled up her dress, and then lowered her underwear. He entered her roughly, holding her with force. For the first time, Vittoria screamed in pleasure, not in pain as she had always done before. Their screams fueled his desire even more, and they both enjoyed it, ending with muffled moans.

Afterward, Carlo pulled out of her, went to the sink to clean up, and ordered her to do the same. She adjusted her clothes and fixed her hair. Carlo approached her, staring into her eyes, and then slapped her hard on the cheek, causing her to cry out in pain.

“Don’t you ever dare to defy me like that again, Vittoria. I’ll teach you to understand that you don’t mess with me.”

She didn’t say anything, tears threatening to come out again, but this time she managed to hold them back.

On the island, Aisha and Ahmed continued to enjoy their love. He insisted on cooking for her every morning, and before bedtime, she gave him gentle back massages that always went further. He seemed to never tire, but she ended up completely exhausted. They were about to return to Dubai, and she resisted, but it was time to accept their reality.