Kidnapped by the Arab

Ahmed knew that difficult times were beginning. He tried to appear calm in front of Aisha, but the truth was that this time, he was genuinely afraid of what might happen. He knew the Amins would seek retribution for Aracha’s death, and he feared for the lives of Aisha and Amira.

Carlo decided to call Ahmed, claiming he wanted to return to Dubai under the pretext of wanting to vacation. When Ahmed answered, he could sense distress in Carlo’s voice.

“Is something wrong?” Carlo asked.

“Nothing that can’t be solved. For now, it’s better if you don’t come. I’ll call you when I’ve taken care of some matters and can receive you,” Ahmed replied.

“Okay, I’ll wait for your call. Take care, my ‘friend’.” Carlo emphasized the word ‘friend,’ but Ahmed chose to ignore it.Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Arkham approached Assim Amin, with Mahib by his side.

“What do you want here? Are you here to beg for mercy for your brother?” Assim asked.

“You’re mistaken. I want to align with you, to see you defeated,” Arkham declared.

“How do I know this isn’t a trap?”

“Your daughter was my wife. Ahmed killed her in the worst way, and he must pay.”

“If that’s the case, you’re welcome here. My son is unjustly imprisoned, and not content with that, Ahmed had him flogged and humiliated our family. The murder of my daughter will be avenged,” Assim responded.

“He took away the position that rightfully belongs to me as the Sheikh, and I intend to reclaim it once and for all.”

Meanwhile, Aisha and Amira were frightened, witnessing the palace being filled with guards. Mahib informed Amira of what was happening.

“Your brother Arkham has allied with my father. They plan to overthrow your brother and make him pay for my sister’s death. I loved her, but I’m aware that she was obsessed with Ahmed. I considered leaving my family and going away with you, but I believe I’m more useful here, so I can tell you what they are planning,” Mahib explained.

“Please be very careful,” Amira cautioned.

Basima arrived later at the palace, and Ahmed received her.

“What do you want here, Mother?” Ahmed asked.

“I come to ask for your forgiveness, son. Perhaps we are facing the last days of our family, and we should be united,” Basima replied.

“I’m sorry if I don’t trust you entirely. You can stay here, but you’ll be under guard. You’ll stay in your room, and you’ll be monitored at all times,” Ahmed said. He feared she might be there as a spy.

“I understand, and I accept, my son. Later, if your wife and sister could visit me, I’d like to apologize for everything that has happened,” Basima requested.

“I will talk to them, but I can’t force them,” Ahmed replied.

“Thank you, my son.”

Carlo was preparing a plan to kidnap Caroline. He would go to Dubai to align with the Amin family, taking Caroline with him as his card to regain Mia.

“Whether as Mia or as Aisha, you’ll return to my side. I assure you of that,” Carlo said.

Vittoria remained in the hospital, fighting for her life. Her little son was in an incubator, fortunately reaching a size where he could survive.

Greta never left her side, keeping a watchful eye on everything. She couldn’t believe that she had to protect her grandson from his own father.

“Oh, Pietro, how much I miss you. Only you could tame our son. He’s so obsessed with that woman that he doesn’t listen to reason,” Greta lamented.

Cambell took charge of protecting the businesses in the United States, sending Ibrahim to a safe place. Ahmed’s sisters were not in danger, as no one knew their new identities, not even their own family.

“This is insane, my love. I fear for my friend’s life,” Thara said anxiously.

“Don’t worry, Ahmed will know how to protect her,” Cambell reassured her.

“What a shame they have to go through this. Just when they should be celebrating the growth of their family,” Thara sighed.

Caroline was with Vinizzio. Her father had to leave to settle some matters and would return soon. He found it odd that the meeting was so hurried.

“I’ll miss you, Father. Take care,” Caroline said, addressing him as ‘Father’ for the first time.

“I’ll be back soon, my daughter. I would like to take you with me, but I don’t want these people to know you. They’re my friends now, but who knows about tomorrow,” Vinizzio replied.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.”

Vinizzio left later, leaving the mansion under guard. Carlo had remained calm, believing that his enemy was unaware of the existence of his daughter. However, he was unaware that his enemy had an infiltrator, who would be responsible for his daughter’s security.

At night, Caroline was on the terrace, having formed a strong bond with the housekeeper, so she wouldn’t feel alone until her father returned.

Her thoughts were interrupted by shouts and gunshots. She ran terrified into the garden, where a guard found her.

“Miss, you have to follow me; your life is in danger,” said the guard who had found Caroline on the terrace. Her phone started ringing.

“Hello, Dad?”

“Hello, sweetheart, I’ve arrived at my destination. I hope everything is fine at home.”

“No, something has happened.” The guard who was guiding her pulled out a gun and aimed it at her head.

“No more calls, hand me the phone.”

Vinizzio heard the conversation before the call was cut off. Moments later, his men informed him of what had happened. Everyone in the mansion, including the staff and guards, had been killed, and his daughter was missing.

He slumped into a chair, unable to believe it. Clearly, whoever had organized that meeting was involved in what had occurred.

“Zarco!” Vinizzio called.

“Tell me, sir. I want Fabrizzio brought to me immediately. He organized this hurried meeting and didn’t even show up.”

“We’ll immediately start locating him.”

Later, in an old wine cellar, a man tied to a chair pleaded for his life.

“Vinizzio, for the sake of your mother, stop this punishment.”

Vinizzio slowly buried enormous needles into the man’s body.

“I’ll place one inside your kidney; you’ll feel the worst pain imaginable when it starts to contract.”

“No, don’t do it.”

“Who asked you to organize the meeting?” Vinizzio asked, holding an extremely long needle.

“I can’t say; he’ll kill my family.”

“If you don’t tell me, I’ll finish you off and then your family. Be sure of that.”

He buried the needle into the man’s side, with a large portion remaining outside his body. Vinizzio gave it a light tap, and the needle started vibrating, causing the man’s screams to be heart-wrenching.

He took another needle and approached the other side. Before he could place it, the unfortunate man couldn’t bear it any longer and decided to talk.

“It was Carlo Román, it was Carlo.”

“You see how easy it was to talk. Kill this wretched man, put an end to his suffering,” Vinizzio ordered his men, as Fabrizzio begged for his life.

Vinizzio took off his blood-stained gloves, leaving the place with his chest about to explode.

Carlo celebrated his triumph. Any moment now, he would have Caroline in front of him. Suddenly, a dark van arrived, and he approached to receive her.

Caroline was brought out of the van, bound and blindfolded. As Carlo approached, he removed the blindfold, and she was horrified to see him in front of her.

“Hello, dear sister-in-law. I haven’t killed you yet because you’ll be my ticket to Mia.”

“Carlo, I…”

“Shhhh, be silent,” he said, striking her hard across the face. “Lock her up,” he ordered his men.

Caroline wept silently, feeling powerless and fearing for Aisha. The day they had dreaded had arrived, and Carlo already knew about it.

Later, she was taken to the airport, and Carlo was already inside the private jet. He seemed calm, sipping a drink, while the blonde felt a shiver seeing him.

“Sir, several vans are heading this way.”

“It must be Vinizzio. Take off immediately.”

“My father will find you sooner or later,” Caroline said.

“Shut up and sit down,” Carlo threatened her with his fist. Caroline sat while crying.

Vinizzio arrived at the airport just as the plane took off. Standing on the runway, he watched it disappear.

“Sir, they’re heading to Dubai,” one of his men informed him.

“Prepare the plane; we’re leaving immediately.”

Twelve hours later, Carlo’s plane landed, and he presented himself to Assim to offer his help. He wouldn’t reveal his plans to exchange Mia for Caroline, as he was sure the Amin family would kill her.

He checked into a luxurious hotel, requesting a suite to keep an eye on Caroline. Once in the room, he returned her confiscated phone.

“Call your sister.”

“I won’t.” Carlo became furious upon hearing this, pounding his fists on the table.

“I said call her; I’m not playing,” he said, grabbing her by the neck and forcing her to look down from the window. “It’s over 30 floors down. Call your sister, or you’ll end up down there. It’s your choice.”

“Fine, I’ll do it.”

Caroline dialed her sister’s number, and Aisha answered quickly.

“Hey, sis, it’s nice to hear from you.”

“Sister, I…” Carlo snatched the phone from her.

“Hello, dear Mia. It’s been a while since I heard from you.”

Aisha felt like her world was crashing down. Carlo already knew, and he had her sister.