Chapter 4 Chapitre 3

As soon as I get home, the smell of perfume tickles my nostrils. I walk into the living room and see Kamila, a lady and a man chatting. I look closely and recognize them as...

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It's the famous Ahmed D**** and his sublime wife mariam D*** and their children Issa, Mohamed and safia.

Ahmed is known as the richest jet-setter in France, with companies all over the world. He works with his sons Mohamed and Issa, who are also very famous and adored by women.

Ahmed is one of my father's closest friends...

But what are they doing here? In short, I don't care. I go into the living room, Kamila looks at me badly, I don't calculate and I greet them, then I go up to my room. As I was going up I bumped into Aya wearing makeup like jaja 50 shades of foundation mdrr. She tchipped me off and went on her way. I go to my room and go to bed I'm exhausted. I was on the internet when I see some articles where he had written car mania kais s*** was arrested last night for embezzlement. And he had a picture of dad in handcuffs. I felt a lump form in my throat and then salty beads ran down my cheeks.

...

It's almost time for my acting class, so I wash up and put on my makeup.

I don't wear makeup, I'm not in high spirits today, so I put on my pale pink Nike shoes instead of heels.

I'm not in the mood for make-up today and I'm wearing my pale pink Nike instead of heels. I do a bun at the top of my head with my curly hair, it's difficult but I managed. Anyway, I get off and head for the door when I feel a hand on my shoulder.

Mr Ahmed: uhhh my daughter

Me:*smile* yes sir?

Mr Ahmed: you're Leyla Nespa? Your father told me a lot about you, he loves you very much.

I just smiled

Mr Ahmed: come and follow me, I'll introduce you to my family.

I follow him and we go into the living room.

Mr Ahmed: Well, Leyla, this is my wife Mariam, my sons Issa and Mohamed and my daughter Safia. Ma tribu je vous présente leyla la fille de kais.

Me: I'm delighted to meet you.

Them: So are we!

Mr Ahmed: sit down my daughter

Me: uh no thank you sir I'll be late for my acting class.

Kamila: acting class?! I'd like to point out that the D*** family are going to have dinner here and the cooks are leaving this morning, so you're the one who's going to prepare dinner.

Me: but kam.....

Kamila: no buts, hurry up and get cooking!

I look at her for a few seconds and then turn my gaze to Aya, who is looking at herself in the mirror. I say nothing and turn on my heels when I hear

...: Can I help you?

I turn around and see Madame Mariam

Safia: and me too

Me: no, it's okay, I can manage * smile *

Safia: no leyla I insist

Me: no please you are guests here maybe next time

I go into the kitchen, take off my vest and put on an apron.

I decide to make lasagne, it's simple, quick and tasty.

I know how to cook because when I was little I cooked with my mother and sometimes Kamila gave all the servants time off so that I could cook and clean on my own.

...

I was putting the lasagne in the oven when I felt a presence behind me and I saw Safia.

*safia's description

She's medium height, fair complexion (mixed race), shoulder-length hair, really pretty and friendly.

Safia: sorry, I couldn't resist helping you out.

Me: mdrr tkt it's almost over

Safia: but isn't there a little something left to do?

Me: uh the fruit salad

Safia: Okay, I'll do that.

I pass her some fruit and she starts to make a chocolate cake.

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Madame mariam: hummm her lasagne is delicious leyla

Me: thank you madame but it's safia who made most of it.

Safia: not even I made the fruit salad

Madame mariam: mdrr and you leyla stop calling me madame call me tanti

Me: okay tanti ☺

Dinner went really well and in a good mood. Everyone was talking except Mohamed, who was concentrating on his phone. I also understood that Aya was going to marry one of mr Ahmed's sons - in short, they were going to get along, so we said goodbye, then I went up to my room, washed up and put on my pyjamas.

BOOUUMM

A loud noise from the living room. I rush downstairs and see Aya super pissed off, she's broken Mom's favorite vase.

Me: NO MA....

Kamila: hey you tg I'm even looking for you you're going to marry Ahmed's son

WHATTTT?

me: what?! why me? It was Aya, wasn't it?

Kamila: yes, it was my princess who was destined to marry the billionaire, but Ahmed changed his mind and wants his son to marry you. You must be very pleased with yourself, you've done everything to make him notice you.

Me: no, I'm not getting married, I'm only 17 and I need to concentrate on my studies, my A-levels are coming up.

Kamila: my darling, you don't have a choice Ahmed is going to get your father out of prison and get the house back so we won't be homeless anymore. You know your father is accused of embezzlement and all the evidence is against him, so he could get up to 30 years in prison, so think carefully about what you're going to say.

Me:....

To be continued....

Kisses 😘😘😘