His Forbidden Bride

Table of Contents His Forbidden Bride About the Book His Forbidden Bride Part I Part II Part III Part IV Epilogue Note: Previously published as Malik: A Sheikh Romance She's the only girl I dote on. The only girl I have time for. But fate has also made her the only girl forbidden to me... Sheikh Malik Al-Atassi could have any girl in the world. But the one he wanted was the girl who had been entrusted to his care—-and thus forbidden. But with his need and desire for her only growing over the years, Sheikh Malik realized the only way out was to push her away for good...by finding someone else. About the Book Stand straight and let your breasts thrust out. Cup them. Feed me like you know I’m starving for the taste of you. Such were his commands, but even though they made Kyria blush all over and her toes curl, she couldn’t help obeying him. It wasn’t just because she knew that he would reward her with pleasure. Mostly, it was also because of how he looked at her, of how he touched her and made her feel. In his eyes, she was a beautiful, irresistible siren, the only woman capable of driving him wild. She had always hated how small her breasts were, but the way Malik could feast on them for hours eventually got rid of all her insecurities. She used to hate being so petite, but eventually these doubts also whittled away, with Malik often groaning how he loved how her size allowed him to pleasure her in even the smallest and tightest of corners. His Forbidden Bride by Marian Tee Copyright 2023 by Marian Piñera All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Part I Women by John Lennon Somebody by Depeche Mode She’s Always a Woman by Billy Joel Death and love are the two wings that bear the good man to heaven. ~ Michelangelo Thirteen years ago “Mother.” Malik swiftly crossed the vast hall and made his way to Vanna Al-Atassi. She was known as the youngest and fiercest of the old king’s sisters, but now she looked like she was about to crumple. He knelt down in front of her and took her cold hands in his. “I came as soon as I heard—-” Self-contempt surged inside of him out of nowhere, and he broke off. He should have been beside her the moment she found out about the plane crash and the sudden loss of the Markides. With his father and older brother away at war, he should have been by Vanna’s side every moment. But instead he was out at another party, whose host he couldn’t even remember, and fucking a girl whose face his memory shunned as well. “Maehdina, Mama.” He uttered his apology in a raw voice, wishing he could say more – promise more – but knowing he could not. Vanna shook her head. “Oh, Malik.” Grief did not stop one from being a mother, and right now her maternal instincts were telling her that this son of hers was blaming himself for things that no one could control. “There is nothing for you to apologize for, my son.” She gently pulled her hands away and patted the space next to her on the sofa. “Sit by me, Malik.” He did her bidding without question, and she ran her fingers through his hair. Just seventeen, she thought, and already he was thinking of things that no young boy should be thinking of yet. She wished she could spare him of it, but she could not. It was the price one had to pay for being born to a royal family – the price that she herself had to pay, and so it was for him and the children he may sire in the future. “As you know, the Markides are now...gone.” It was the only word Vanna could bear to use, as even now her mind still shied away from the fact that she would never see her dear friends smile again, never hear them talk to her again. Loyal friends to the royal family were a precious few, and the Markides had been one of those few. And now they were gone, leaving behind a precious seven-year-old girl orphaned. She saw Malik’s face pale and knew that the same thought had just occurred to him. “Kyria,” he whispered. She swallowed hard. “She’s safe, but she’s alone, and I’ve decided...to be her legal guardian.” She gazed at him searchingly. “Do you understand what this will mean?” Malik didn’t answer. “She will be part of our family. My daughter – and your little sister.” And now, it was her turn to take her son’s hands into hers. “May I trust you to help me look after her?” His dark eyes became unreadable, and the sight made Vanna want to laugh and cry a little. Silly her, to think that she could pull the wool over his eyes. One look at his now expressionless face, and Vanna knew that Malik very much understood the double meaning of her words. She did wish him to be a good big brother to Kyria. That was true. But Vanna was also hoping that this would serve as his temporary purpose in life—- A temporary purpose that perhaps could finally make Malik turn away from his reckless lifestyle of drinking and partying, consorting with people from the most dubious of backgrounds and the worst intentions towards the royal family—- I know you’re searching for your purpose in life, but can’t you do so without tarnishing the kingdom’s name? Malik withdrew his hands from her, and Vanna knew right away she had