Kidnapped by the Arab

On the day of the wedding, Carlo brought Mía to Sonia’s house early in the morning for her to get ready. The wedding was scheduled for the afternoon, and the reception would be held at an exclusive venue.

Among the guests were some of the city’s most prominent businessmen. Upon arrival, Mía went straight to her room, while Carlo stayed in the living room chatting with Sonia. A while later, he heard a knock on the door, and when he opened it, Sonia entered with several girls.

“And who are these people?” Carlo asked.

“They will take care of you. They will do your hair and makeup, and help you get dressed. Carlo asked me to ensure you look perfect,” Sonia replied.

Mía didn’t respond; she just nodded slightly. She was tired of resisting; she had to accept her destiny. She didn’t voice her opinion about the arrangement and let them do what they deemed appropriate.

A couple of hours later, she looked in the mirror. They had done an excellent job. She looked spectacular; the makeup and hairstyle were elegant yet subtle, and the dress, with its semi-circular skirt, accentuated her curves and narrow waist. Unable to hold back her emotions, tears started to flow. Sonia approached immediately.

“What on earth are you doing? I forbid you to cry; you’ll ruin the makeup and the dress.” Sonia ordered the girls to touch up the makeup.

“As a final favor, I ask you to leave, Sonia, and don’t come near unless it’s absolutely necessary. Be prepared because Carlo is capable of anything, as you have seen, even destroying you.”

“We’ll see about that, my dear. And as for not coming near you again, it will be my pleasure.”

Shortly after, Caroline came in to tell her it was time to go to the church.

“Sister, it’s time to go down. Wow, you look stunning!”

She exclaimed with joy, seeing how beautiful Mía looked.

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They went down together, and a stunning white limousine adorned with pastel-colored roses awaited them.

“Let’s go, sis. I managed to convince mom to let me come with you.”

“That’s great, little one. After this, I don’t know if we’ll see each other again.”

They hugged, and Mía made a great effort not to cry. Upon arriving at the church, Caroline helped her out of the car and adjusted her dress, placing the long veil. They started walking towards the church’s entrance; guests were still arriving. Sonia approached the girls.

“Mía, wait in the church office. It’s still early, and the guests are arriving. Carlo is already inside, but we should wait until all the guests arrive. Caroline, accompany her, and then come back to take your place. I’ll get her when it’s time.”

Mía did as Sonia instructed, entering the empty office and sitting on a chair. She started crying, not caring about ruining her makeup; she felt desolate, and her life had turned into a nightmare overnight.

Ahmed arrived at the church a while later, rushing, thinking he might be late for his partner’s wedding. He reluctantly attended at Cambell’s insistence; his friend had been in Los Angeles for a few days.

Upon arriving, he needed to use the bathroom but didn’t know the layout, so he decided to search. He opened the first door he found, only to see the bride crying inconsolably.

“I’m sorry; I must have entered the wrong place.”

He was about to leave when the girl started talking.

“I don’t understand why this is happening to me. All the plans I made for my future have been ruined because my stepmother bankrupted the company my father founded with so much effort. I don’t want to get married, but I also don’t want my little sister to suffer like I am.”

Ahmed was going to leave, but he had an odd feeling that he should stay. He listened to the girl vent while sobbing. He offered her a handkerchief to wipe her tears, and when she lifted her veil to do so, Ahmed was amazed. He couldn’t believe it; the girl he had been searching for was right in front of him. At that moment, Sonia entered the room.

“What is this man doing here with you? Please leave immediately.”

Mía didn’t respond, and Ahmed hurriedly left, not wanting to cause more trouble.

“How dare you be locked in here with that man? You shameless woman! If Carlo finds out, he’ll lose it.”

Mía hoped that he would indeed lose it; only a miracle could save her at that moment.

Sonia took out some items from her purse and began to fix Mía’s makeup. She placed the veil back on her and forced her to walk towards the altar.

“That’s enough of your nonsense; let’s get this over with. I’m glad that today I’ll finally get rid of you.”

Mía remained silent. On another occasion, she might have defended herself, but that day she didn’t have the energy to do so.

From the shadows, Ahmed watched how the girl was being treated. Why didn’t she defend herself and put that woman in her place? He recalled everything Carlo had told him about his fiancée. He picked up his phone and made a call. He was completely surprised to find the girl he had been thinking about right there. After hanging up, he took his place inside the church beside Cambell.

Moments later, the wedding march began to play, and Ahmed turned to see the bride standing at the entrance of the church, alone. She started walking towards the altar slowly, her long veil preventing her face from being seen. He watched as she stopped in front of Carlo, who greeted her with a big smile. The man was happy to see how beautiful his fiancée was; she was undoubtedly his best investment so far, and the wait had been worth it.

They took their places, and the priest began the ceremony. Everything proceeded normally. The priest asked Carlo if he accepted Mía as his wife, and he immediately said yes. When the question was directed at Mía, silence filled the church. She looked at Caroline, about to answer, when suddenly several armed men burst in, overpowering Carlo’s bodyguards easily due to their superior numbers.

The hooded men approached the altar and, without saying a word, one of them grabbed Mía’s arm and pulled her towards him. She tried to resist, but the man lifted her into his arms and carried her out of the church. Carlo tried to stop them, but two of the men held and tied him up as he cursed loudly. He never thought something like this could happen, so he had very little security in the area. They were probably his enemies from the Italian mafia, but he wasn’t certain since they didn’t speak.

All the guests remained silent, unable to do anything, paralyzed by the sight of those guns.

The men left the place, taking Mía with them in the van. They blindfolded her and warned her not to move or speak. She trembled, not knowing what was happening, trying to remain as still as possible. She had no idea what these men were capable of.

Inside the church, chaos reigned. Carlo insulted his men, calling them useless. Sonia had a nervous breakdown, not because she cared about Mía, but because she was sure Carlo wouldn’t fulfill his promises without her. Caroline cried inconsolably, and Sonia approached her, furious.

“Now you will tell me who your sister was seeing.”

“No one, mom. My sister hasn’t had a boyfriend.”

Carlo approached, grabbed her by the arms, and shook her.

“Don’t lie, Caroline. I caught her dancing with a guy at the club the other day. I’ll investigate who that idiot is, and he’ll know who I am.”

He immediately ordered his men to investigate the young man.

Ahmed, who was nearby, overheard what Carlo said. He quickly sent a message to Cambell to alert the young man, who was in grave danger. His friend had told him about what happened with Carlo’s fiancée at the club and that the young man was the son of one of his partners in Los Angeles.

He left the place, trying not to draw attention, and headed to the airport. Upon arrival, he boarded his private plane. Shortly after, his men arrived with Mía. They had waited for his arrival before taking her out of the van.

Mía couldn’t bear the nerves; she had no idea what was happening or where she was. The men who held her let go and removed the blindfold from her eyes. Upon opening them, she was surprised to see the handsome man who had given her the handkerchief in the church office.