Married to Prince Khaleefah

Prince Khalifah

KHALIFA

I put on my black specs and scanned the area and I saw the tainted car and a driver holding a card labelled ' Prince Khalifah.

Only Khalifa would do.

I approached the vehicle and the driver greeted me but I ignored him and groaned when I saw what I didn't want to see.

Several black tainted vehicles were lined behind us, guards in each one.
How did I know? I know my dad more than anyone.

I relaxed my head on the chair, the AC blaring directly on my face, pushing my hair backwards.

" We're here sir. " he told me and I felt my heart beat fast. It's been five years since I've last seen them and he calls me unexpectedly.

( A/N - God forbid! Khalifa's pov disgusts Me. So lonely and depressive I'm scared I'll fall asleep If I continue. Pardon me to go back to Humayra. )

HUMAYRA

" Why? "

I asked with tears and he began to cry as well.

" Please don't ask me. Please don't marry Amjad. "

" If it's because of school then... "

" I have another suitor. "

" Dad... But you ... Agreed. " I said in between sobs.

" Dad, why are you ...? " Ayman was saying when Ummi shut him up.

" It's better you leave Ayman. " Ummi said and he refused but dad added.

" It was a mistake calling you here, leave. "

" Excuse me? "

" I mean it. Leave! "

" You guys are sick! " Ayman said and left.

" You too Hayaati. " he told mum and she hissed and left.

" Please my dear. Please. "

He was on the verge of kneeling but I pushed him back up.

" Don't do it dad. I'll do it but please why? " I asked.

" My best friend is close to death ' so the doctor said and he wants his son to settle down with one of my daughter. "

" But then why not Ayrah? "

" His son chose you over Ayrah. "

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KHALEEFA

I stared blankly at the old man, Allah knows what he wants from me.

" You better choose one of those girls. " Dad warned and I scoffed.

" I could just take  a flight back to London. " I said and he smirked mischievously.

" You can't if you wanted. I've blocked all your accounts and stopped your passports. "

The nerve of this man!

" Really cunning. "

" Just stop and choose one of them. "

I thought deeply, I could just wed one of the girls and divorce them, then send them back to Nigeria. Or just keep her in the house.

" And then I can return abroad? "

" You'll stay in Abuja. I've secured a good job for you there. Your house has been bought. "

" What the...? " I held my cuss and thought ' I could just make the girl plead for a divorce ' how hard could it be?