Captured For The Sultan’s Pleasure

“I tried to make him sleep with me but it didn’t work.” She heard Lady Miriam say.

“You know he must sleep with you, so he can believe the baby inside you belongs to him.” A man’s voice replied to her.

“I know. But, his mind seemed to be on that new slave. I tried to tempt the slave to injure me but she didn’t fall for it. I thought about injuring myself to frame her, but I am afraid of hurting our baby.” Lady Miriam told the man again.

“When can I come to spend the night with you again?” It was the mysterious voice again.

“If that idiot of a Sultan chose another mistress tonight instead of me, you can come over. But we should pray to Allah that he chooses me, so our plan would work.” Lady Miriam said to the man.

“Let me go away before that woman comes back.” The voice spoked.

Roksolana moved away from the door as fast as she could without giving herself away. She hid herself from the house and watched as a figure she couldn’t make his face walked out of the house. Roksolana thought the man’s figure looked familiar but couldn’t place him on anyone at that moment. Roksolana let ten minutes pass by before she walked to the house, opened the door, and walked in.

“Your lunch, my lady,” Roksolana told the lady.

She watched as Lady Miriam walked to where she was and took a bite of a piece of meat. She threw the remains at Roksolana. Roksolana didn’t react as she knew the lady expected her to. She wasn’t going to fall into the temptation, especially now that she knew what the plan was.

“I want a hot lunch.” Lady Miriam said, as she collected the tray from Roksolana and poured it on her head. Food, plate, and all.

“Yes, my lady. I’ll go get a new tray,” Roksolana told the woman, packing the plates.

Roksolana walked out the door smiling. Who would have thought that the evil woman was pregnant for another man and trying to make it the Sultan’s? She had been looking for ways to get rid of the evil lady and fate had just handed her a clean way. All she had to do was plan her way neatly and success would be hers. And she knew just how to do that. When she got to the kitchen, she told the head cook that her mistress would like a freshly prepared hot lunch. As the people in the kitchen rushed to start a fresh meal for her, Roksolana sneaked out.Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

After moving around a couple of times, she located the Sultan’s house. After making sure no one was watching her, she made her way to the door. She was stopped by the guard at the door who refused to let her in no matter how she explained herself. Knowing she had no other choice, she did the only thing she could think about.

“Jamal! Jamal!! Come out!!! It’s Roksolana!!!! I mean Dawn!!!!!.” She screamed at the top of her lungs.

The guard on duty bundled her up and was about to throw her away when the Sultan stopped him.

“It’s okay. Let her in.”

Jamal watched as the guard’s eyes widened. A woman had just called him a sultan by name, but he hadn’t reacted to it. Even Roksolana looked surprised that he wasn’t angry. But he knew that the woman would not have created a scene in order to see him if it weren’t important.

“Are you going to keep standing there or do you want to come in?” Jamal asked Roksolana, who hurried into the house. “If anyone inquires about me, I am busy. And do not tell anyone who is with me, do you understand?” Jamal instructed the guard.

He didn’t wait to hear the guard’s response but he knew his order would be followed. He closed the door firmly behind him and watched Roksolana as she looked around his house.

She’s the first woman to come into my house. Jamal thought to himself. Even though he has about ten mistresses who were always at his beck and call, none of them had ever stepped foot into his personal house. He found that he liked that fact and his dick grew twice Its size.

“So, did you come here to finally tell me your name? Or are you here to slap me again?” Jamal asked her, just to fight his urge. Her response was a blush.

Jamal took in her appearance and saw that she looked thin and tattered, unlike that day he had first set his eyes upon her and her beauty had captivated him. New wounds decorated her arms, which he was sure was Miriam’s doing. Bits of food hid among her clothes and her hijab was stained with pepper stain. He felt like killing Miriam for going too far with her cruelty. But there was nothing he could do for as long as Roksolana didn’t accept his offer.

“Why are you here, Roksolana?” He asked again, calling her by her real name unconsciously.

Roksolana felt tiny butterflies flaunting in her stomach when Jamal called her name. It was the first time he had used her real name and it felt like a sweet melodious tune in her ears.

“Dawn,” Jamal called. His voice brought her back from reality.

“I’m here to warn you.” She started, fingering her necklace. “Lady Miriam is pregnant with another man’s child and she’s looking for ways to make you the father.” She finished.

Jamal looked at her like she was a madwoman and maybe she was turning into one. Why else would she cook up such a lame story? Was she that angry at Miriam and him for the way they treated her? Angry enough to cause a dispute between them? Had she expected him to believe that lie she had just sprouted from her mouth?

Roksolana looked at the man standing in front of her and realized that he didn’t believe a thing she had said. It was her mistake for thinking that he trusted her even if it was a bit. She now realized the error of her judgment. The table could very well turn on her, and it would be her fault. She didn’t know why she had thought she could come to him and he would believe her. She should have remembered that he would choose his favorite mistress over her who was nothing to him.

“I see you don’t believe me.” She finally spoke.

“You expected me to believe that?” Jamal asked her.

“No, I’m sorry,” Roksolana apologized and made for the door, embarrassed.

“Give me a reason to trust you, woman,” Jamal told her.

“Just tell her you won’t be spending the night with her and watch her expression. Then go there in the middle of the night,” Roksolana told him, then walked away.

She rushed back to the kitchen and luckily for her, the food was ready and piping hot. She took the tray after thanking the head chef and went back to the house. She served the food to lady Miriam who didn’t complain about the hotness this time. The lady was just halfway into her meal when the Sultan came in unannounced. Soksolana watched as the mistress quickly suspended her meal to greet the Sultan.

Two-faced woman. Roksolana thought.

“Why are you here?” Miriam asked Jamal.

“I just missed you and thought to check up on you.” The sultan told her.

Roksolana nearly gagged at the way Lady Miriam held on to the Sultan as if her life depended on it. If acting awards were being given, Roksolana wouldn’t be surprised to see her earn all the acting awards.

“We could go to my room right now.” She told him, without trying to be subtle about it.

“No. I have work to do,” Jamal answered.

“What about tonight?” Miriam pouted.

“I have to rest tonight. I haven’t rested properly since I came back.” He explained to her.

“So, you’re leaving me all alone?” Miriam asked like she was sad. But her eyes lifted and her face radiated with joy.

“I’ll make it up to you my lady,” Jamal told her, kissing her lips.

“Okay.” She said, still holding on to him.

“But why are you just having lunch?” Jamal asked Miriam.

“Because my stupid maid just brought in lunch now.” She told the Sultan.

“Then, I’ll have her punished,” Jamal promised his mistress.

He commanded men to drag her out and she almost cursed him. Was he too blind to see Lady Miriam was pretending? Didn’t he see how excited she looked when he had said he wouldn’t be coming over for the night? As the men dragged her out, she wondered what type of punishment she was in for this time. She prayed it wouldn’t be more than she could take.