Chapter 91 - My Wife

Benjamin

All were flabbergasted by what my grandfather said except for Saphira and the cops, because they did not understand the Arabic language my Grandfather just used. 

Saphira looked at me. She seemed confused as to what was happening. I pulled her close to me and kissed the crown of her head. 

"I'll go change, I guess." I said. "You could all make yourself feel comfortable." I said as I walked away. 

Saphira grabbed my hand pulling me back. "Can I come with you?" She asked. Lynn rolled her eyes. 

"I am going to change my clothing." I said to Saphira. "So." She prompted. I raised one eyebrow and looked at Lynn. Okay, fine. Maybe I got Lynn's point.

"That would be a very odd thing to do." I told her. "I will see you later." I said and winked to Lynn.

I should be a little more careful. Saphira did not seem to care about boundaries. 

The room that was addressed to me was fine. It was more than I deserved. I hoped Jasmine was not hurting right now. I couldn't breathe, while thinking of her.

I took a hot shower, but I still felt the same afterwards. I wish I would have her in my arms right now. I should not have gone after Saphira. But if I was honest with myself, I could not live with myself either, if she was hurt.

I got out of the shower and put on the suit that had been prepared for me. "It is time." A new guard said. 

I followed him into a big meeting room. There was a large screen on the wall and fresh flowers on the table. 

I sat down and the guard turned on the screen. I saw my grandfather first and then the president tuned in. 

Saphira

"Saph you should stay away from him." Lynn hissed at me. "Lynn you are my friend, why are you behaving this way?" I asked her. "Don't turn the tables, I see what you are doing." Lynn snapped at me. 

"I am not doing anything wrong." I shrugged.

"He is married." Lynn went on.

"I know!" I sighed. I rubbed my hands.  "Let's not do this. We should all stick together. You that I was so sad when it ended with him and you also know that I wanted nothing more than get back together. " I swallowed.

"Jasmine is a very sweet girl, I would never do anything to hurt her." I said trying to convince her.

"Okay." Lynn Said as she sat down on the bed. We were in my bedroom. "Shall I sleep with you tonight?" She asked me. I did not want that, because I wanted to make my way into Benjamin's bedroom at night. 

"Mhh.. Maybe tomorrow." I said. "I really need to let this whole situation sink in." I lied. 

Lynn laid down on the bed. "Pff… how did it all came so far." She sighed. 

"Tell me when you have an answer to that." I told her. 

"I think I am going to take a bath." I said. "Oh, okay." Lynn said. "Oh wait, we don't have anything to wear." I scratched the back of my head. I had not thought of that.

"Ah… you underestimate the power of the Saud family." Lynn snickered a little. She stood up from the bed and opened the closet. "Really?!" I said surprised.

I took out a few dresses. "Wow…" I exclaimed. "Are we going veiled?" I laughed out loud. "Yep, we are." Lynn laughed as well.

Jasmine

I had been alone again. I could not really guess for how long. 

Water dripped down the walls.  I was freezing and my wrists really hurt badly. 

I looked around the room, but there wasn't much to see. There were no windows either. 

Saeed entered the room. I sighed heavily. He heard that. "Are you not happy to see me?" He said. 

"Does my sister know that you are here?" I asked him. "What does that have to do with anything?" He said in an irritated voice. "To you probably nothing." I shrugged.

"What do you mean by that." He said squeezing my cheeks. "That you probably don't care about my sisters feelings." I stated.

"You know what, you little brat." He said intently looking into my eyes. "You were not supposed to be the one we captured." He said as he hit my face.

I winced in pain. "Or actually, we were not supposed to capture anyone to begin with." He went on…

"So what was your brilliant plan?" I said boldly. He hit my again and this time my lip really hurt. I tasted blood in my mouth.

He hit my again and again. I braced myself before every blow. I could do nothing else.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!" The kind man roared, when he walked into the room. 

"She is being a little brat." Saeed said as he spit in my face. I felt a blob of his spit run down my cheek. It was absolutely disgusting.

"Princes are you alright?" The kind man askes me. 

"She is no princes." Saeed stated in a rough voice balding his fists. "Yes she is." The man said. "Now go." He ordered Saeed. "The Sultan and the prince have made an international statement that Benjamin, prince of Saud will become the next sultan." The kind man sighed.

"I have got orders to send him a message. I wanted to show you covered, but as this stupid cunt has hit you now… maybe we need to show your face… make him think you are in danger." He said quickly going through the words. 

"Jasmine, you are not in danger." He said as he narrowed his eyes to Saeed. Saeed walked up to him and spat in his way. "I would not do that if I were you." The kind man told Saeed.

"I'll see you later, little whore." He called after me. "You will stay away from her." The kind man hissed at him. 

A man with a camera in his hand entered the room. "We need to do this." The man said.

Benjamin

"Benjamin." I heard my grandfather say on the big screen. "Yes grandfather I replied." Unsure of why he was addressing me in the middle of a heated conversation about oil with the president.

We had just live broadcasted a statement that I was next in line to become sultan. 

"We have received information about mt grandson's wife." My grandfather slowly said. I heart stopped beating altogether. "Is she safe?" I gasped.

"They have not made clear who they are, but they have made a demand." My grandfather said without looking in the camera.

"How is she." I asked. I did not care about anything else.

"They have demanded that you step down." My grandfather went on, ignoring me. "Or else?" The president voiced.

"Or else….  They would sent her back to us limb by limb." My grandfather choked on the words.

"That is not going to happen!" I shouted. 

"You are not stepping down." My grandfather said stroking his beard. "I agree." The president said. "That would be politically unwise." He beamed. 

"You have a wife right." I said directing myself towards the president. "Yes I do." He answered me. "Would you sacrifice your wife for the country?" I hissed.

He did not answer right away. "No one will ever capture my wife to begin with." He said. That was a low blow. 

"Okay and what if they did. Would you stay president, or let your wife be killed?!" I prompted. 

"Son, I need you to see the video before you see it on internet." My grandfather said in a calm voice.

"Brace yourself." He said.

A video started playing on the screen. The images were a little shaky at first. Then I saw her sitting on a chair. Jasmine was bound and her legs were spread. She was still wearing the black dress I put on her before I let  her enter the tunnels in my home.

There was blood on her face and her cheeks seemed red, of was that blue? my stomach twisted. I took the vase off the table and threw it against the wall.

"Benjamin sit down." My grandfather ordered me. When I looked at the screen, I saw this the video was paused. "Sit down." He said again.

"She's hurt." I said like a wounded animal. "My wife…" I said as I threw some chairs through the room. 

"Just give him a minute." The president said. 

I raged for the longest time. When I finally found my wat to the screen again, with my hands in my face. 

My cheeks were wet. "Okay." I said trying to man up. "Continue." I said fighting back the tears. 

"My name is Jasmine, princes of the house of Saud. I am the wife of the crow-" I saw Jasmin swallow visibly. 

"I am the wife of Benjamin Al-Raji Saud, crown prince of the house Saud." She sobbed. They zoomed in from up close. I saw spit on her face.

"Benjamin…" My grandfather warned me.