Kidnapped by the Arab

Vinizzio felt like dying as he saw his daughter in such a state. Caroline remained unconscious, connected to oxygen and various machines with cables attached to her body. The machines emitted beeping sounds, and the intervals were irregular, which he knew indicated a critical condition.

“God, wherever you are, if you save my daughter, I promise to change my life. I’ll take her far away from Italy, to a place where we can live in peace,” Vinizzio pleaded desperately.

Ahmed listened in silence, understanding the pain and desperation Vinizzio was experiencing. He nodded in acknowledgment, knowing he had to focus on finding Aisha.

Vinizzio caught up with Ahmed outside the room. “I’ll stay with my daughter. My people are gathering evidence against that son of a bitch. Bring him down once you find him,” Vinizzio said firmly.

“I promise you,” Ahmed replied, determined to hold Carlo accountable for his actions.

Meanwhile, Carlo locked Mía in a room, and she prayed that he wouldn’t discover her pregnancy. Fortunately, it was still early, and her pregnancy wasn’t visibly noticeable, and she didn’t show any pregnancy symptoms yet.

Later that night, Carlo sent her a gown, high heels, and makeup, instructing her to get ready and meet him in an hour. He warned her not to make him wait, as he got furious when people did so.

Mía hurriedly got ready, not wanting to risk her child’s safety. The red evening gown was long and fitted, with a discreet opening on the side to reveal a portion of her waist. She styled her hair in an updo, leaving some loose strands framing her face, and applied subtle makeup. After looking at herself in the mirror, she sighed before leaving the room.

Carlo awaited her on the terrace, which he had beautifully decorated with red roses. A violinist played a soft melody, and the table was elegantly set. He asked her to sit beside him, gazing at her with an intensity that made her nervous. He saw her as the most precious jewel in the world.

“You look beautiful. Now, we’ll be together as we should have been from the start. I will divorce Vittoria soon,” Carlo said, moving closer to her and kissing her.

Aisha felt repulsed, but she feigned reciprocation, knowing she had no other choice. Unbeknownst to her, a man from a distance took some pictures. Carlo had ordered them to be sent to Ahmed, who was speaking with Zafir when he received the images.

“Son of a bitch, how dare he touch her?” Ahmed exclaimed in anger.

In one of the pictures, Aisha was entering the venue, and she looked truly beautiful. Her gaze reflected immense sadness.

In another, Carlo kissed her, and she seemingly responded to the kiss. In the last picture, they were embracing, with Carlo holding her by the waist, taken while they were dancing.

Ahmed, desperate, clenched his fists.

“We must hurry, my wife is in great danger next to that madman.”

“We are doing our best, sir.”

“No, I don’t want you to do your best, I want you to do the impossible, only then can we achieve it.”

“We will, sir.”

After solving all that, Zafir would take a well-deserved vacation, he needed to be with his family. Amira was in the company of Mahib when her mother arrived, she did not know she was in the palace.

“Daughter, I want to ask you to forgive me for everything I did to you.”

“What are you doing here? I will speak with my brother.”

“He has given me permission to stay here, I can only leave the room in the company of the guards.”

“There must be a reason, don’t you think?”

“I know I deserve your disdain, I apologize for everything that happened, I hope to earn your love.”

“Now you care about us, when you spent our childhood making our lives impossible.”

Amira turned around and left, followed by Mahib, her father had kicked him out when he refused to help. In Italy, Aisha retired to her room, later there was a knock on her door, it was Carlo.

“What do you want here?”

“From today we will sleep together, I will not wait any longer, I have waited too long for you.”

Aisha paled at hearing that, she did not know how she could keep him away.

“I need you to give me time, Carlo.”

“More time than I have already waited?”

“When you divorce Vittoria and I divorce Ahmed, we can be together, I don’t want to feel like just anyone in your eyes.”

Carlo fell silent, after thinking for a moment, he replied.

“You’re right, tomorrow I will start the divorce procedures, I will bring the best lawyers to initiate the procedures for yours.”

He planned to make Ahmed believe that Mia had already been with him, so the Arab would repudiate her and they could get married. In the early morning, while she was sleeping, he took a key and opened her room, carefully took off the blanket, lay down next to her, one of his men took a photo, they carefully left the room.

Ahmed received the photograph, he felt like he was going crazy, Carlo Román was a madman who liked to provoke him. Two days had passed, Caroline’s condition was stable, Vinizzio did not leave her side, seeing her so pale, so defenseless, broke his heart, he could not help but remember when Alessia died in his arms.

“My little one, you have to hold on, there are still many experiences you must live, and I need you so much.”

The doctor, seeing that Vinizzio did not ask what had happened to his daughter, approached him.

“Mr. De Vincenzo, I need to talk to you about your daughter.”

“Is something wrong?”

“I feel like you are avoiding knowing about her condition.”

Vinizzio remained silent, the moment he feared had arrived.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“This is very delicate, but you are her father and you must know that your daughter was sexually abused, the necessary measures have been taken to prevent a possible pregnancy, she will need follow-up in case she acquired any diseases that cannot be detected now, they will also investigate whether she provoked the men who did this to her.”

Vinizzio felt a cold chill penetrate his body, his daughter had been abused and he could not protect her, then he paid attention to the last thing the doctor said, that was more than Vinizzio could bear, he grabbed the doctor by the shirt and started hitting him.

“You son of a bitch, how dare you insinuate that my daughter could have provoked what they did to her, they had her kidnapped, bastard.”

Ahmed, who entered at that moment, stopped him.

“Vinizzio, calm down, man.”

The doctor’s nose was bleeding.

“This dmn doctor has dared to insinuate that my daughter could have provoked what was done to her, my girl, my girl was touched by those bastards.”

Vinizzio cried out in anguish, he felt helpless in the face of all this, just imagining what his daughter had suffered filled him with fury, Ahmed asked the doctor to leave.

“I apologize for what the doctor has said, unfortunately, it is common for these things to happen here, I think it would be better if Caroline is transferred to the clinic near the palace, she will also be safer and better cared for.”

Vinizzio, who was breathing deeply trying to calm down, nodded. Later, Caroline was transferred to the clinic, where she was given a larger room with a living area and a sofa bed for Vinizzio to sleep on, Zarco moved his belongings from the hotel there.

“They have given us two rooms inside the hospital, so we can be close to you and take care of you.”

“I will thank the Sheikh for all his kindness towards us later.”

When night came, as Ahmed entered his room, he felt a profound sadness, he took out some photos from his honeymoon on the island, he sat on a chair to look at them, in one of them Aisha was smiling, she looked happy, that night he cried like he hadn’t in a long time, just as he cried when he spent the night in his son’s room.

That night the nightmares returned, this time it wasn’t Lyna or his children, it was Aisha holding something in her arms, he began to approach her, he realized that what she was holding was a small baby, he tried to reach them, but she started to move away, then she vanished, he ran after them, but it was futile, he couldn’t find them.

He woke up startled, completely drenched in sweat, the cruel reality hit him, he was alone again and didn’t know if it was forever.