Prince Hafiz's Only Vice. Susanna Carr

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       CHAPTER TWO

      LACEY STARED AT THE engagement announcement. Her mind refused to comprehend the words. “Marry?” she whispered. Her wild gaze flew to Hafiz’s harsh face. “You’re getting married?”

      She waited in agony as he rose to his full height. He looked very tall and intimidating. Almost like a stranger.

      Lacey didn’t realize she was holding her breath until he answered. “Yes.”

      The single word sent her universe into a spiral. “I don’t...I don’t...” She stared at the headline again, but the pain was too raw, too intense. She hurriedly stuffed the newspaper and flowers back into the bag.

      Her hands shook as the rage and something close to fear swirled inside her. Fear of losing everything. Pure anger at the thought of Hafiz with another woman. The fury threatened to overpower her. She wanted to scream at the injustice and claw at something. Stake her claim. Hafiz belonged to her.

      “You have been with another woman.” She couldn’t believe it. “All this time, you were with someone else.”

      Hafiz’s eyes narrowed at the accusation. “No. You have been the only woman in my life since I met you in St. Louis a year ago.”

      She was the only woman, and yet he was going to marry another? Lacey fumbled with her sunglasses and tossed them in the bag. “Then how are you...I don’t understand.”

      He braced his feet a shoulders’ width apart and clasped his hands behind his back, preparing for battle. “I met the bride today and she agreed.”

      Lacey’s mouth gaped open. “You just met her?” She snatched the flicker of hope and held on tight. “So, it’s an arranged marriage.”

      Hafiz let out a bark of humorless laughter. “Of course.”

      “Then, what’s the problem?” She moved slowly as she stood. Her arms and legs felt limp and shaky. She lurched as she stepped on the hem of her insufferable caftan. “Say that you won’t get married.”

      He looked away. “I can’t.” Regret tinged his voice.

      Lacey wanted to stamp her foot and demand a better answer, but she knew she wouldn’t get it. Not with his shuttered expression and the regal tilt of his stubborn chin. “It’s not like you’re the crown prince,” she argued, “although I don’t understand that since you’re the oldest son. But this means you have more freedom.”

      Hafiz’s eyes closed wearily for a brief moment. “For the last time, the sultan chooses the next in line for the throne. My father chose my brother. And, no, I don’t have any freedom in this matter, even though I will never rule. In my case, I have less.”

      She didn’t want to hear that. Thick emotions already clogged her aching throat. “You should never have agreed to marry this woman,” she said as her voice wobbled.

      He turned his attention back to her. “I gave my consent,” he said gently. “I can’t take it back.”

      What about the promises he made to her? The ones he made first. The ones about how they would be together. Didn’t those promises matter? Didn’t she matter?

      “Why did you agree in the first place?” She held the plastic bag to her chest. She would rather hold on to something solid and strong like Hafiz until the emotional storm passed, which would still leave her feeling battered and stinging with pain, but he would prevent her from breaking. “You should have refused.”

      “I couldn’t this time.” Hafiz winced the moment he revealed too much. He pressed his lips into a straight line.

      Lacey stared at him with open suspicion. “This time?” she echoed. “How long have you been looking for a wife?”

      “Could we not discuss this here?” he bit out tersely. “Let’s go back to the apartment.” He guided her to the elevator, keeping a firm hand on her arm as she still weaved from the unpleasant shock. He pressed the call button, and she watched as if her life depended on it, but her brain couldn’t register the simple, everyday action.

      “Marry,” she repeated and shook her head. “I don’t believe this. Why didn’t you tell me?”

      “I am telling you.” He kept his eyes on the descending lighted floor numbers.

      “Now. After everything is settled.” She couldn’t be bothered to hide the accusation in her voice.

      He spared a glance at her. “Not quite, but it is official as of this morning. I wanted to tell you before you found out from another source.”

      That explained the missing newspapers. “How considerate.” She felt his start of surprise from her bitter sarcasm, but she didn’t care. Hafiz was getting married. To someone else. The knowledge stabbed at her heart. It was a wonder she didn’t break from the piercing force. “When is the wedding taking place?”

      “After Eid.” His answer was almost СКАЧАТЬ