Bound To You ✔

Chapter 18 ~ A Plan In Motion

It was already night time when Zaid, Saeed and Toni boarded King's private plane along with a hundred dangerous men including snipers and martial artists. None was leaving a stone unturned to save Isabella, King's only child. Nabeela had held his hand, tears dropping endlessly down her cheeks.

"Please bring her back home, I don't want to lose her."

"We won't. I promise you that we'll bring our daughter back safely." He kissed her forehead and entered the plane.

They have waited, most of them with patience until the plane that was carrying his wife landed in Marrakesh. King certainly asked Zaid about having friends, allies or enemies but his answer was all negative. He has never even been there before.

Zaid keep tapping his foot impatiently and ordered black coffee every half an hour. The caffeine was masking every signs of sleep while snores some low and some noisy came from the surroundings.

"Sir, I think you should stop. We still have four hours to land," said the air hostess who was assigned in the first class of the plane.

"Thank you for the lovely advice but I can't sleep. Not until I've met my goal."

"You know you have to," she said taking the seat beside him. She could be King's personal entertainment for all he cared less as physically she was no less than a Miss World. Despite her vibrant smile, he couldn't stop thinking that his wife is out there in the clutches of monsters he has created unknowingly.

"I'm married. You can try to seduce someone else."

"I'm not seducing you. I'm making sure that when you find your wife, you have enough energy to save her."

Zaid couldn't argue with her logic as she started running her fingers through his hair, massaging his head. She revealed that she knows everything about King's worldly transactions and is only here to help. Zaid lean his head against the seat and closed his eyes.

"That's more like it," she whispered. "Sleep."

The darkness was welcoming him earlier than he expected. He lost himself in the few memories he had of Isabella and everything he shared with Ishana. They have both been the love of his life and he failed them.

"I'm not worthy of you anymore. I'm sorry Zaid but I have no other choice."

Ishana had said before giving up her life and created an endless turmoil in his. He hadn't experience peace until he has met Isabella.

"I'm not some dumb girl who will be swayed by your sweet talks or promises. I quote back, I'm not the girl you have fallen madly in love. I'm not Ishana and its best you never forget."

He can never. Isabella was so alike yet different from Ishana. She had sparks in her and has certainly learnt how to lead her life in extreme situations which explained how she can be brave at most times.

"Sleep," her voice once said before he fell into a deep slumber.

Upon arriving in the heated Marrakesh, Zaid removed his jacket and sighed. His mind felt clearer and the exhaustion of yesterday diminished.

"Thank you," he said to the air hostess who reached out and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. "Not every girl is lucky enough to have someone like you in their life. Give those bastards hell."

"No doubt"

They traveled like VIPs in very fast black limousines and SUVs until they reached a mansion located in a very silent area.

"What are we doing here?" Zaid asked to King.

"Refreshing. A man will be updating us very soon and we'll get to Isabella. She is my daughter before your wife, Zaid. I know what I'm doing."