"Mister." Zayn turned to the counter when he heard the receptionist's voice. A strange look appeared on his face as he looked at her. She had this kind of creepy smile like she was planning something— sinister. Her words confirmed his thoughts. "I could clear out a space for you to spend this night but it cost just a thousand dirhams." Zayn almost laughed when he heard her voice. Did she really believe him when he said one thousand dirhams earlier? He discreetly touched his pants pocket. He could say it boldly that the money in his pocket isn't up to half a thousand dirhams. Looking at the receptionist's expectant smile, he hesitated to burst her happy bubble but in the end, he said it. It's worth confessing more than spending the night homeless. "Actually... I only have three hundred dirhams with me." Just as he expected, the receptionist's smile was gone in a second. She gave him a look of disbelief and then shrieked,"You... With such a miserable amount, you dared
It was midday when the convoy of cars arrived at Sultan's estate. The first notable appearance in front of the main entrance of the largest villa on the land was an elegantly dressed old couple seemingly waiting for someone. The eyes of the woman whose physical appearance is concealed due to the niqāb attire she was wearing lit up happily at the arrival of the cars. She would have rushed to the cars if she wasn't held back by her husband who was similarly dressed in an expensive bisht outfit. The cars came to a stop and the doors opened one after the other. A guard came out of one particular car that looked completely different from the rest. No, it's not the color that differentiates it. It's the conspicuous sultan crest vested in front of the car. The guard opened the door of the back seat and Zayn walked out. The woman teared up at this sight. Her husband had to hold her. Zayn walked forward to them with a smile on his face. The guards followed closely behind him. One
Without answering her question, Zayn looked around the full room. There were cousins, aunts, uncles and a few people he wasn't familiar with and they all had smiles on their faces. Smiles that didn't quite reach some of their eyes. But he walked forward and greeted the elders. Hugs and exchange of pleasantries rang out in the room. "We kept probing Shaquille to know where he kept you all these years," one of his uncles commented. "Yes," Another nodded in agreement. "We couldn't be too sure he hasn't sent you abroad for another secret training." Then the man sighed and added,"If only my son was as good as you." He casted a dissatisfied look at a young man who was standing between a bevy of ladies. Zayn couldn't be bothered to answer. He simply smiled and moved on to the other relatives he wanted to greet. His steps faltered slightly as he walked to the last group of people. A young man with similar, identical physical features to him stood beside an extravagantly dressed
'I had to check moments several times to confirm that I am not seeing things. The business king is back!!' someone commented. 'Humph, you should rephrase your words. He was the ex-business king. It doesn't matter if he's back or not.' 'Regardless, business life is bound to be interesting now that he's back. Say, why do you think he disappeared for so long? He was on the verge of being the top back then.' 'So what? He didn't manage to get to the top and he wouldn't be able to do so now. There are other prominent men ruling the world now.' 'Not all of them could do what he did. A twenty-one year old man managed to make even business veterans shiver those years. Do you really think he can't do it again?' 'He won't be twenty-one forever. So many years have passed. He must be growing beards now. And I don't really believe those rumors stating he was twenty-one. It's probably a man in his thirties hiding behind a facade!' 'Why do you think he disappeared all those years? Did he perhaps
As they walked to the guests, someone called Layla and she had to leave. Shaquille led Zayn to the first guest he wanted to introduce him to. "As-salaam 'alaikum. May Allah bless his new age and grant his heart desires," the man they walked up to prayed as he greeted Shaquille. A single glance at him was enough to make Zayn recognize him. The man standing in front of him is Hussain Malik. A well-known name. There are four families currently leading the wealthy business board in UAE. The first one is Al Ghurair, a diversified conglomerate. The Sultan's family comes second. They specialize in industrial conglomerates, one that has slowly grown into an empire. The next family is Hussain, Hussain Malik. The family's gold mine is real estate. Lastly, we have Al Futtaim group, an auto dealer and investments consortium. There are other remarkable families but these are the ones Zayn could remember for now. The latter smiled genuinely and folded his hands. "Amin. Wa ‘alaikum
"Khalid, where are you going?" Farah held her son's arm as he attempted to leave the party. She noticed how moody he has been since the party started but there was little she could do to help. Khalid gently shook off her hand and tried to leave again without answering her. But she was having none of it. "If you leave, your father will be displeased with you and I am aware you know that isn't an emotion you should warrant now." Khalid snickered. He looked up and scanned the party. His eyes fell upon his father who was with Zayn and Faez's family. "I feel suffocated here." And then, he left. Farah followed him. As he walked up to the balcony, she tried to make him change his mind. "You really shouldn't spend so much time up here. What if your father goes around searching for you?" His response was a cold chuckle. He abruptly stopped, causing his mother to almost run into him. Luckily, she managed to stop herself on time. "Will he?" His cold eyes were on her. "Because
"You did what?" Mrs Faez questioned with an incredulous look. The expression on her face stated that she felt like her daughter is the biggest fool she has ever seen. "Mom, I already submitted the signed papers to the attorney," Dahlia flinched. She knew if this revelation had happened a day earlier, before finding out Zayn's real identity, her mother would probably be the happiest one on earth. "You are going to call that attorney right away and inform him that the divorce won't proceed. You unfilial child!" Mr Faez finally exploded with anger. "I snatched away the company with great difficulty, I am not going to watch it collapse during my regime," He added. "Dad, I already threatened Zayn earlier that he has to show up at the attorney office for the divorce process. Shouldn't I inform him that I'll be canceling the arrangement?" Her parents glared at her. "If you don't terminate that annulment right away, you can forget about being Faez's daughter!" After saying this
Zayn stood in front of the mirror, basking in the glory of his manly physique. A toothbrush was in his hand while his phone was in the other. He arched his brow when he checked the picture he had posted two to three hours ago. It already had five hundred thousand likes, on the way to a million milestone. He checked the comments and snickered. "Never knew I was so popular," He mumbled as he scrolled through the comments that had netizens trolling both Lord Z and Zayn Sultan. Are they aware that the two different persons they are trolling are actually the same person? Zayn shook his head and rinsed off the toothpaste from his mouth. Only a small number of the netizens were expressing their excitement at his return. (As Lord Z.) Others were either asking to know why he disappeared and were even already speculating that he must have offended somebody. As Zayn stepped under the shower, he chuckled. If only they knew he had actually been living a low-key life as a live-in son-
The board members exchanged puzzled glances, struggling to comprehend Zayn's sudden divergence from their expectations. The air thickened with anticipation as they yearned for a deeper understanding of his motives.In a surprising turn of events, Zayn shifted the spotlight to his elder brother, Khalid, whose eyes glistened with a mixture of gratitude and remorse. Zayn's voice softened as he introduced Khalid as the most suitable candidate for the CEO position.Zayn's voice carried a firm resolve as he continued, offering his unexpected proposal. "I believe Khalid is the right candidate for the CEO position. His exceptional skills and experience make him the ideal leader to guide the Sultan's Empire towards a prosperous future.""I have faith in his abilities and his dedication to the success of Sultan's Empire," Zayn added, his words filled with genuine support and forgiveness. "He has proven himself capable, and I believe he will lead this company to new heights."The room fell into
However, as he approached Khalid, he sensed a distinct cold shoulder, a barrier that prevented any immediate confrontation. In his thoughts, Zayn contemplated the complexities of their relationship, knowing that their issues could not be resolved in a single conversation.Zayn's thoughts raced, filled with a mixture of frustration and longing. "Why is Khalid shutting me out? Can't we find a way to bridge this divide between us? We're brothers, after all." He couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment, realizing that their strained relationship would require time and effort to heal.Meanwhile, Khalid's mind was clouded with conflicting emotions. "How can I face Zayn after all this time? Our past grievances have left deep scars, and it's easier to keep my distance. But deep down, I still care. I just don't know how to reconcile the conflicting emotions within me."As the two brothers left the scene together, a palpable tension hung in the air. Their unspoken thoughts echoed, a si
Amidst the chaos, the blaring sirens of approaching police vehicles pierced through the commotion, cutting through the tension-filled air. A collective sigh of relief swept through the room as the guests realized that help had finally arrived. Conversations erupted in murmurs of gratitude and appreciation, blending with the chaotic energy of the moment.One voice, filled with relief, exclaimed, "Thank goodness the police are here! I never thought I'd be so grateful to see those flashing lights."Another guest, speaking softly to his companion: "We can breathe a little easier now. The authorities will take control of the situation and ensure our safety."Officer Harris, the commanding officer leading the police force, barked out orders, his voice carrying an air of authority. "Secure the premises! Apprehend the criminals and ensure the safety of all guests!"Whispered conversations filled the room as guests leaned in closer to their companions, sharing their thoughts and emotions."I
Inside the auction hall, the murmurs among the guests swelled with concern and curiosity. "What's happening?" one whispered, his voice filled with worry. "This is getting out of hand.""Do you think they'll be alright?" another asked, her tone laced with genuine worry. "And do you think we are safe because I'm a little bit scared?" The once glamorous event had transformed into a scene of suspense and unease."I just feel we should calm down and hope nothing happens after now. Agitating will only cause us more harm than good." A companion responded, her voice filled with calmness and fearlessness.Meanwhile, the virtual space continued to crackle with anticipation as viewers hastily typed their thoughts and emotions into the livestream comment section. "Oh my goodness, what is happening?" one viewer exclaimed, his words appearing in a flurry of text. "I can't believe this twist! Will Zayn and Khalid be able to escape?" another comment questioned, punctuated by a string of anxious emo
The livestream page buzzed with a flurry of comments, the virtual audience captivated by the unfolding events. As the revelation that Zayn was Lord Z spread like wildfire, the comment section exploded with reactions, both shocked and intrigued. One of the users exclaimed, "No way! Zayn is Lord Z? My mind is blown!" Another user expressed disbelief, "I never saw that coming! This is crazy!" While another user poured out her thought into the comment section, "Wait, so all those rumors were true? Zayn is the infamous Lord Z?" Amidst the virtual chaos, Twitter experienced an overwhelming surge in activity, unable to handle the sudden influx of tweets and crashing under the weight of the online frenzy. Hashtags related to Zayn and Lord Z flooded the trending section, dominating the digital landscape. One other user remarked, "My timeline is exploding! Zayn just broke the internet!" Another user chuckled, "Twitter can't handle the truth! Zayn as Lord Z is the plot twist of the cent
Cameras clicked discreetly as reporters positioned themselves to capture the grand entrance of Lord Z. They exchanged excited glances, knowing that this unexpected appearance would make for a compelling story.Zayn's mind raced with questions, his brows furrowing as he contemplated what the man was saying. "Why would he want Lord Z to make an appearance at this auction? What could be the purpose behind it?" he pondered silently.The room fell into a hush, all eyes fixated on the stage. The anticipation grew palpable, the air heavy with expectation. Reporters adjusted their lenses, eager to capture the moment when Lord Z would step into the spotlight.However, much to the guests' surprise and disappointment, no one rose from their seats. Confusion washed over the attendees, their faces portraying a mixture of bewilderment and frustration."What's going on? Is this some kind of a ruse?" murmured a guest, his voice laced with suspicion.The man on stage, undeterred by the crowd's react
Khalid couldn't hide his satisfaction as he observed Zayn's discomfort under Shaquille's piercing gaze. "Let's see how he squirms this time," Khalid thought, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. But his expression quickly shifted when Zayn confidently answered the question, leaving Khalid both surprised and slightly unnerved.As the meeting drew to a close, participants started to disperse, their minds abuzz with thoughts of the upcoming auction. Khalid couldn't help but approach Zayn, a hint of curiosity in his voice. "Impressive, Zayn. I must admit, I didn't expect you to have the answer," he remarked, his tone laced with a mix of surprise and admiration.Zayn smiled modestly, his gaze focused on Khalid. "Well, I believe in being prepared," he replied, his voice calm and composed.Days passed, and the much-anticipated day of the auction finally arrived. Zayn's uneasiness remained persistent, gnawing at the back of his mind. Salim, who had been diligently investigating th
As Alina poured herself into the intricate web of organizing the auction, an underlying sense of anticipation lingered. The attendance of Lord Z at the auction held the promise of unraveled mysteries and long-awaited revelations.She declared, "The time has come to bring light to the shadows, to unlock the secrets that lie within. This auction will mark the turning point in my quest for knowledge and discovery. And I won't rest until every mystery is laid bare."*****Meanwhile, a sense of urgency gripped Zayn as he realized he had to make his way to the Sultan's empire. He urgently conveyed, "Zayed, now that I have been able to get in touch with Mr. Faez and Dahlia, I'm a bit satisfied. The fact that they're aware of what happened to Omar settles things a lit, it will make Omar happy seeing them."With that settled, Zayn's attention turned to a new challenge that awaited him. His father, Shaquille, had unexpectedly summoned a meeting with the company's representatives to discuss t
With an outstretched hand clutching a ringing phone, she tried to catch her breath, her voice filled with a mix of anticipation and concern."Ma'am, I'm sorry to interrupt, but the call is very urgent, and they have requested to speak to you immediately," she informed, her tone reflecting the urgency of the situation."An urgent call? This can't be ignored. I wonder who it could be and what it's about. I hope it doesn't hinder our progress with the investors. I need to handle this promptly and find out what's going on." Alina's thoughts rushed like a windAlina furrowed her brows as she absorbed the gravity of the message. "Who is it?" she inquired, her voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and concern."Why would someone call me with such urgency? It must be something significant. I can't help but wonder who it is and what they want. I need to find out more information to understand the situation." Her thoughts kept racing"It's Mr. Raheem from Abu Dhabi," the assistant revealed, h