Hallo, I just wanted to say everything in the story is pure fiction and is based on some of my researches so in case there's an error in any of the facts in the story, just overlook it. Thank you ෆ╹ .̮ ╹ෆ
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-
Zayn drove out in the sleek, brand new Bugatti Chiron he had just acquired. This was by far the current most expensive car in the UAE. His father must have spent a lot of effort to get the car. He sped on the road, thinking he had really wanted to go to Mr Mikhail's restaurant in an conservative manner. It was the old man's fault for giving him a new ride, knowing fully well that he can't resist. He got to the restaurant after half an hour. Under the passersby watchful eyes, he maneuvered the car into the restaurant's garage. If he had been a little bit vigilant, he would have noticed that as soon as he drove into the garage, another vehicle, a minivan drove in and parked beside him. But he didn't pay attention to this. He kept his phone and the car key before walking into the restaurant. Once he got in, he almost bumped into Noor who was carrying a stainless steel tray. A scowl appeared on the latter's face when he saw Zayn. "How wonderful of you to show up a da