Before Safiyya went to bed, she sent Alex a picture of herself. Albeit, the top of her face was cropped out. She, after all, did not want to reveal she was the princess of Oman. And though Alex had seen her the night before, he had to admit when the girl was in her comfortable clothing, aka a tank top and a pair of short shorts, she looked a lot better than she was in the stuffy dress and hijab she had worn at the al.
The next day Alex ca up with so excuse to "go back to the Czech Republic" assuring the Prince of Oman his weapons would be coming. Though they never would. anwhile, he got two tickets to the convention for the ga that he played together with Safiyya, and had even secured her ans of transport. Sending her the flight manifest, her hotel information, and her ticket info for the event.
She was nervous and tried to reject Alex's courtesy. But the man assured her it cost him practically nothing. Citing that his family owned the hotel chain which she would be staying at, as well as the airline she would be flying on. Neither of which were false.
His mother after all owned the largest entertainnt company in the world, which consisted of dozens if not hundreds of resorts/casinos across the globe. And she had recently begun to diversify her assets by acquiring an airline that was going under.
With Alex's guidance, the airline was revamped and had quickly beco a custor favorite. Opening up pathways to a variety of international flights, specifically those that connected to Diana's casinos and resorts around the world.
There was just the matter of Safiyya finding an excuse to leave the palace, and her family's nation altogether for the sake of visiting the United States. Sothing which she knew her father would never in a million years approve of.
And because of this, she beca quite anxious as she tried repeatedly to get her father to agree to let her go to the United States for a single weekend so that she could attend the event of her favorite ga. But no matter how she planned to convince the man, he utterly refused to do so.
Causing her to eventually break down and cry over voice chat with Alex. Who proposed an efficient solution to her problem? After all, he had beco an expert on smuggling Princesses, and other high-profile won out of their countries right from under their family's nose.
"You know, I could be able to help you with that… If you really want to attend the convention with , I know of a few ways to make it happen. But… It would definitely cause so tension between you and your family…"
Safiyya imdiately responded without hesitation as she demanded to know what Alex had planned.
"Really? You can get out of the country? I don't even care what my father thinks anymore. I hate my entire family. My brother is a drug addict, and a bastard, and my father just wants to sell off to make… Erm… Business ties with other notable families. If you can get out of here, I would be so happy. I'd never return!"
This was exactly what Alex wanted to hear, and after discussing for so ti with the Omani Princess about his exact plan to smuggle her out of her country. He noticed that her favorability towards him rose sharply.
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[Safiyya is happy you'd go to so much lengths to help her. And no longer associates you with being a war profiteer!]
[ 100 Affection]
[Safiyya's affection: 50/100]
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This is exactly what Alex wanted to see, and after promising to get the girl away from her family. Alex imdiately began putting the plan into action.
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Though Alex nor Safiyya realized it. After turning eighteen not long ago, her older brother Ali had begun to look at her in a way a brother should not gaze upon his sister. Especially after losing Aisha. He was so twisted over this whole ordeal that he had been making subtle preparations to drug his own sister and take advantage of her while she slept.
And tonight he planned to do so. But just when he knocked on the girl's door with a cup of tea. She did not respond. Causing him to knock again, and again, and again. Until he finally kicked down his sister's door forcefully only to reveal that she was not inside.
Nor was her computer there. Which was strange, as that seed to be the only thing the nerd remotely cared about. After searching around the girl's room for any sign of her. Ali quickly ran to the palace guards to alert them that the princess was missing.
But by the ti they finally found any clue that she had absconded from the palace grounds. It was too late, as she was gone entirely. Having made her flight to the USA under an alias that Alex provided for her.
How did Ali finally figure out that she lefty the country? An anonymous ssage was sent to him by one of Alex's burner phones. It was a picture of Alex standing next to the young woman outside the Las Vegas airport with the caption.
"I owe you one for that attempt on my life. So I'm going to fuck your sister. After I'm done making her one of my won, I'm coming for your mother too! She was quite beautiful at dinner the other night. And definitely appears to be of fertile age still. Just wait for my return, you little prick!"
Ali damn near suffered a stroke upon reading this text. And seeing his sister being so shalessly held onto by the man who had stolen his fiancée. First his fiancée, now his sister, and soon to be his mother as well? Not if he could do anything about it!
The Prince of Oman quickly prepared a private jet for the United States. Since all of his attempts to get rid of Alex thus far had failed miserably, he would have to take care of the business himself!
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