The Sheikh's Virgin Bride: The Sheikh's Blushing Bride, #1

By Holly Rayner

"He's bought me to be his bride. A million dollars just to walk down the aisle. And swear an oath that I, Lacie Wright, am a virgin."

Sheikh Rashid has a big problem. As next in line to rule his small but prosperous nation, he must do one more thing to satisfy the country's archaic rules of succession: marry a virgin bride. But where is someone, even as charming and dashingly handsome as the Sheikh, supposed to find a virgin these days?

Lacie knows she's waited too long for a prince to spirit her away. Locked in a dead-end job, and with mounting medical bills, she hasn't got time to find her perfect man, let alone lose her virginity to him. After an embarrassing chance encounter, however, Lacie's secret is out, and Rashid makes her an offer: she will be his virgin bride, and he will get the throne.

Trapped in a bind, Lacie agrees to the Sheikh's sordid proposal. But with tensions mounting, will the two be able to keep things professional until their wedding night?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Holly Rayner Romance
• Release date: Nov 12, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386554455

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1

Rashid

Here goes nothing.

As I waited outside the room for Hilmi to let me in, I went over what I’d say when they offered me the position of head of state. It’s an honor and a privilege seemed like a good place to start, although I’ve looked forward to this day since I can remember wouldn’t have been far off.

Indeed, my mother’s favorite childhood story of me was about how my father, wearing his most illustrious ceremonial robe, would pat my cooing head, saying And one day, my son, you too will lead our people.

Yes, I’d been waiting for this moment for every day of my 28 years—raised for it, groomed for it. And now that I was here, sitting with my back straight as a board in the velvet seat outside the great hall where I was to be crowned, the moment felt surreal.

Rashid.

I looked up to see Hilmi. He looked graver than I would’ve expected, and didn’t return my smile as he approached me. He had been the last supreme council member to enter the great hall, meaning it was now time for me to go in, too.

With a twist of foreboding in my gut, I rose and followed him into the hall. I’d been in the room a handful of times before, and yet, as always, I had to take a minute to pause, to take in the room that was more-than-deserving of its name. Although it was small, its soaring vaulted ceilings and golden walls and floors made it seem anything but.

At the circular black marble table, the supreme council was seated, all eight members. Although I recognized the men, and some were even my father’s closest friends, they all showed me about as much friendly recognition as Hilmi had. It was only when I sat down that I noticed my father wasn’t there with us. Already, Hilmi was rising, directing his beady gaze at me.

As we all know, we are here to discuss Rashid’s accession to the throne, slated to occur in two weeks’ time. His black eyes grew hooded. Most of all, we are here to stress a tenet of his being awarded the position—one which we believe has been overlooked.

Now, Hilmi had my full attention.

I sat up straighter and scanned the other council members’ faces, but their expressions were as stoic as ever, revealing nothing, as if a bunch of statues were presiding over this meeting.

When the slightly stooped form of Nabil rose, my heart fell. The man had always made me feel uncomfortable; now that he was the one reading out whatever tenet the council wanted to be stressed, I was downright worried.

Nabil’s stare burned into me for a good minute before his dry, gravelly voice sounded, echoing in the room.

Before being named the ruling sheikh, Rashid must first marry a virgin, in accordance with our law.

His words were ludicrous—and yet, his close-set eyes were boring into me as if daring me to protest.

Unintimidated, I rose.

Surely you can’t be serious? I thought we had done away with that archaic drivel.

Nabil didn’t even blink.

The law is rooted in tradition. Every leader of Zayed-Kharan has followed it, including your father.

I leaned over the table slightly, towards him. Yes, about my father. Why is he not here? He wouldn’t stand for this either.

Hilmi spoke once again. He wasn’t able to make it, but he was informed of this meeting’s intent. And agreed to it. His words filling the hall were the slamming down of a judge’s gavel.

I took a step back, my chair screeching over the floor. My gaze swept around the room to the elaborate frescos on the golden walls, then back to the eight officials who were so expressionlessly still that they looked like paintings themselves.

I closed my eyes and inhaled slowly. I can’t believe this. If following this law was expected of me all along, why was I not informed of it, or at least given time to find such a bride?

Both Hilmi and Nabil had sat down, their eyes—along with everyone else’s—glued on me.

As it has always been our law, we assumed that you would have been aware, or been informed by your father. When it was brought to our attention that this was not the case, we acted as swiftly as possible, Nabil explained, his tone blasé.

As my glare bore into Nabil’s, I remembered. A few months ago. It had been strange, father’s taking me aside at the family meal. What he had said had been even stranger. His face had formed a fierce scowl, his words had been abrupt, exasperated: Rashid, this can only go on for so long. I’m getting ill. It will be your turn to rule, soon. Make sure you do everything that is necessary.

I had looked into his aging yet intense face and promised him: Of course, Father. For the family, for you, anything that is necessary.

But now, in front of these impassive, condescending figures, I had to stop myself from slamming my fist on the marble table.

Finding a virgin to marry…in only two weeks’ time? It’s impossible.

At this, all council members rose.

This is our verdict. Obey it, or the position will go to Idris, Hilmi insisted.

And then, the blue-robed bunch dispersed. As they left, all the tension evaporated; they chatted to each other easily, as if they hadn’t just declared that if I didn’t do what was necessary, the crown would go to my family’s enemy.

When I walked out of the room, I didn’t look at anyone. No, I strode out of there with my head held high and my mouth twisted into a determined scowl.

It was almost fitting, who was lounging outside the room on the seat mere steps away from what had just happened, where I had been sitting before. At the sight of me, he lolled his head to the opposite side and sneered.

Rashid.

I clenched my teeth and spat out his name as the vile thing it was. Idris.

Out went his hand, rotating in the direction of the grand hall. Ah, the idiosyncrasies of politics.

I’m sure you’d know all about them.

He gave me a sarcastic, brief smile. As a respected member of one of Zayed-Kharan’s oldest, most powerful families, I do have my share of informants, of course.

Having informants was the understatement of the century. Similar to when they’d ruled, the Antars’ money largely went to their own interests, which, in this case, meant altering the secession of the throne and finding out any details on how to sabotage me, by any means necessary.

So, you know of my dilemma, then.

An inclination of his head, which sent his long, black beard spilling over his shoulder.

Yes, pity. I’ve had many a virgin at my disposal for that very purpose.

I stopped the retort surging up in my throat. Idris’s exploits with virginal women were well-known across the kingdom. As were his family’s ruthless policies for their own self-promotion.

I would donate one to your cause, of course. Only, I’ve quite used them all up. Catching my eye, he threw his head back into a disgusting cackle, his many chins wobbling in glee.

I turned on my heel, but not before the words could spill out. You can laugh now, Idris, but hear this: you may have won this battle, but I will win the war. I will have that crown, no matter what it takes. I will find a suitable bride and do everything in my power to ensure that the likes of you and your family don’t ever rule this country again.

Idris leapt up and strode to stand in front of me so that we were nose to nose, his dark eyes glimmering.

Strong words from Zayed-Kharan’s most beloved prince. The only problem is that you share your father’s stubbornness. Yes, it’s really a pity. Because I know you, Rashid. And I know just how you’ve been resisting rules since before you could walk. Plus, you won’t take just any woman to be your wife, no. And there isn’t a worthy wife left for you in this country—I’ve made sure of that.

In a flash, I realized the implication of his words—the real reason the past few months had seen Idris and his men scouring the country for virginal women. He had known about this law far before I had, had prepared for this. Idris and his family had actually planned this.

You… I moved to raise my fist, but he just bared those hideous yellow teeth of his in a grin.

Careful, Rashid.

I followed his gaze. Behind me, Nabil had stopped, had his beady little eyes locked on me. I took a step back.

This isn’t over, I growled.

As I walked away down the hallway, I didn’t look back. There was no need to see Nabil and Idris exchange a knowing look; it really it didn’t matter who was working with Idris, only that he didn’t win.

This wasn’t over. No, it wasn’t even close.

2

Lacie

Iwoke up parched and gasping. A glass of water didn’t help much, only cleared my head enough so that I could despair in peace.

God, hadn’t experiencing that humiliation at Nadia’s bachelorette party last night been enough? Now, I also had to endure an even worse nightmare—a ten-hour shift

Reviews for The Sheikh's Virgin Bride

[roxinthya-1 · Rating: 1 out of 5 stars]

Boring, utopic, I could not read it till the end