The Night of Regret
Maryam was asleep upstairs while Mr Ismail remained awake downstairs, sitting quietly in the living room with his hands clasped together and his thoughts wandering back to the events of the evening.
"What's wrong, Dad?" Faysal asked as he approached and sat beside him.
Mr Ismail sighed deeply before answering.
"I am thinking about what Maryam said during dinner. All these years, we never truly cared about her feelings. We never stopped to consider what she wanted or what she needed from us."
Faysal looked at his father.
"Well, Dad, when you brought Maryam's mother into this family as your second wife, we all vowed to hate her. Even though she was always nice to us, we refused to give her a chance. It was your fault. Her father was the CEO, and that was why you married her mother in the first place. Maryam herself was never a bad child. She only wanted the love of her family, but we refused to give it to her because we hated what you had done. Instead of separating our feelings about your marriage from our relationship with her, we passed that hatred on to an innocent girl."
Mr Ismail lowered his head.
"I used to buy books, not for myself, but for her. I knew the secret corner where she hid to read them. She read those books to feed herself emotionally when nobody in this family wanted to give her affection. So, over the years, I kept buying more books for her. I knew how much she loved them, and I hoped that at least those books would bring her some happiness."
Faysal paused and looked towards the staircase.
"And now, a man has come for her. A man is giving her what we could not give her. He is giving her attention, affection, protection, and happiness. All she is to him is his wife, and yet he is already treating her as someone precious. He is doing what we should have done from the beginning."
Mr Ismail rubbed his forehead.
"Jaxon is a dangerous man," he said quietly.
"He will take care of her, Dad," Faysal replied. "I believe he will."
Mr Ismail remained silent for a moment before reaching for the documents containing the dowry list.
Together, they began reading through the extraordinary list of gifts that Jaxon and his family had prepared for Maryam.
For the first time in years, Mr Ismail realised that the daughter his family had neglected was about to enter a home where she might finally be cherished.
And that realisation hurt him more than he could explain.
Meanwhile, at Sergei and Amanat's Residence
Sergei was changing Raisa's trousers when the little girl suddenly began protesting.
"No! No! No! No, Dada! Pwetty baby!" Raisa exclaimed, squirming in his arms.
Sergei looked at her with amusement.
"My pretty baby, we need to change your trousers. You cannot walk around like this."
"No, Dada!" she insisted, shaking her little head.
"Raisa, sweetheart, please."
"Pwetty baby!" she repeated, pointing at herself.
Sergei chuckled.
"Yes, yes. Pretty baby. My beautiful little princess."
Raisa immediately smiled, satisfied with his answer.
Amanat came out of the shower a few minutes later, her hair still damp from washing it. Samarth was asleep, and the house was peaceful except for Raisa's occasional babbling.
Amanat walked over to Sergei and kissed him.
He smiled at her.
"My beautiful wife," he murmured.
Amanat smiled back.
"My dada!" Raisa suddenly announced.
Sergei raised an eyebrow.
"Hmm?"
"My dada!" Raisa repeated, pointing at him.
"Uh-huh," Amanat replied, playing along.
Raisa nodded enthusiastically.
They both burst into laughter.
The Shopping Extravaganza
Meanwhile, at the Lilith Estate, Giselle was standing nearby while Nikolai sat comfortably reading a book.
Lilith, however, had other plans.
She had decided that the family needed to shop for their upcoming trips, and once Lilith made a decision, everyone around her knew that stopping her was practically impossible.
Zhanna, Arina, Daira, Meghan, and Virsa had accompanied her, and together, the women had rented out an entire shopping mall for their private shopping experience.
The mall was closed to ordinary shoppers, its entrances guarded by security personnel, and every luxury boutique had prepared itself for the arrival of the women.
Lilith was currently in the men's section.
She examined several racks of expensive clothing before selecting cosy jackets, luxurious travel coats, comfortable cashmere pieces, and stylish outfits for the men in the family.
She was carefully choosing items for Nikolai when she noticed another familiar face across the store.
Nolan was shopping for himself and Berlina.
His shopping carts were already filled with an astonishing number of items. There were tiny socks, miniature outfits, soft blankets, adorable headwarmers, comfortable baby shoes, and several other things for Berlina.
He held up a tiny pair of socks and examined them carefully.
"Boss?" Oslwand called from behind him.
Nolan did not even turn around.
"Not too much," he replied.
Oslwand stared at the four shopping carts filled with purchases.
"Sir, you have four carts."
Nolan picked up another tiny headwarmer.
"And?"
Oslwand fell silent.
Nolan continued shopping for Berlina.
"I'm still shopping for her."
He examined another adorable outfit, apparently convinced that his little girl needed every beautiful thing he could find.
Across the mall, Lilith noticed the scene and smiled to herself.
The men in their family could be just as extravagant as the women when it came to the people they loved.
And today, nobody was leaving the mall empty-handed.
The Hdiya Ceremony
Today was the Hdiya, the Moroccan tradition of presenting gifts from the groom and his family to the bride.
The ceremonial hall had been prepared with extraordinary care. Traditional Moroccan music filled the air, elegant lanterns illuminated the room, and elaborate decorations reflected the beauty of Moroccan heritage.
Maryam was dressed in a beautiful green abaya.
She sat gracefully among the women, receiving congratulations from guests who approached her one after another.
"Congratulations, Maryam."
"May Allah bless your marriage."
"May your home be filled with happiness."
"May your husband always treat you with love and respect."
Maryam smiled at every person who approached her.
"Thank you so much."
She was overwhelmed by the attention. She had never imagined that she would one day sit in a room filled with people who had come to celebrate her happiness.
Across the room, several girls watched her with barely concealed jealousy.
They had seen the attention Jaxon gave Maryam, and now they were witnessing the extravagant celebration his family had arranged for her.
Mila approached Maryam with a beautiful bouquet of flowers.
"Here," Mila said, extending it towards her.
Maryam's face softened.
"Thank you, sweetheart."
"You're welcome!" Mila replied happily.
Maryam held the flowers tightly against her chest.
Jaxon, who had been observing her from nearby, finally walked over and sat beside her.
He smiled.
"Ready for your gifts?"
Maryam turned towards him.
"Hmm?"
He raised his eyebrows playfully.
"Your gifts, Maryam."
She looked at him in confusion.
Before she could ask another question, Jaxon snapped his fingers three times.
The enormous ceremonial doors opened.
A procession of women entered, carrying magnificent boxes, elaborate trays, velvet-lined jewellery cases, and beautifully decorated chests. They moved in rhythm with the traditional music, dancing gracefully as they presented the treasures.
The music grew louder.
The families began clapping.
Maryam's eyes widened as more women entered with additional gifts.
The procession seemed endless.
Everywhere she looked, there were more boxes.
More jewellery cases.
More luxurious garments.
More carefully wrapped presents.
The women continued dancing while the guests watched in astonishment.
Maryam held her bouquet even more tightly.
Were all those gifts really for her?
Tazi stared at the procession before turning towards Jaxon.
"Are all of those gifts for Maryam?"
Jaxon looked at him calmly.
"Yes."
The entire room erupted in gasps.
Mrs Nesrina covered her mouth with one hand.
"Ya Allah!"
Maryam turned towards Jaxon, unable to find the words to express what she was feeling.
He smiled at her.
"Here," he said.
He took the formal gift list and handed it to her father, ensuring that the document was presented openly in front of the family.
Mr Ismail accepted it with trembling hands.
As he began reading, his eyes widened.
The document detailed the extraordinary collection prepared for Maryam, including precious jewellery, luxury clothing, personal technology, vehicles, property contributions, family heirlooms, and countless other treasures.
The valuation attached to the fictional ceremonial collection was an astonishing ₽40 trillion.
The room fell into stunned silence.
The ₽40 Trillion Ultra-Luxurious Moroccan Hdiya
The ₽40 trillion Ultra-Luxurious Moroccan Hdiya Ceremony was conceived as an extraordinary fictional presentation of the rarest and most magnificent treasures imaginable, gifted to Maryam by Jaxon and his entire family in a breathtaking celebration of Moroccan heritage, refined aristocratic elegance, and unimaginable generational wealth.
The ceremony featured an exceptional private treasury of gold, platinum, and white gold jewellery, museum-quality diamonds, flawless Kashmir sapphires, vivid Colombian emeralds, exceptional Burmese rubies, natural pearls, rare coloured gemstones, magnificent diamond parures, elaborate Moroccan bridal jewellery, sculptural gold chokers, gemstone-encrusted cuffs, antique-inspired tiaras, magnificent diamond crowns, rare gemstone brooches, personalised eternity rings, elaborate gold waist chains, and individually commissioned masterpieces crafted by master jewellers.
Every piece was presented inside custom-made, velvet-lined jewellery caskets with hand-engraved gold detailing and certificates of provenance.
Alongside the jewellery treasury stood an extraordinary wardrobe of royal Moroccan caftans and takchitas created by celebrated couturiers and master artisans. The garments were fashioned from the finest silk, velvet, satin, organza, and handwoven brocade, embroidered with elaborate gold and silver threads, natural pearls, delicate crystals, and exceptionally fine traditional needlework.
The collection included ivory bridal caftans, emerald-green velvet gowns, midnight-blue silk creations, burgundy ceremonial takchitas, champagne-gold ensembles, magnificent handmade mdamma belts, embroidered silk shawls, traditional Moroccan bridal slippers, luxurious head coverings, and bespoke modest couture.
A complete haute couture wardrobe accompanied the traditional garments, featuring rare designer gowns, bespoke evening dresses, hand-embroidered abayas, luxury silk ensembles, cashmere coats, tailored formalwear, exclusive limited-edition handbags, premium leather accessories, crystal-embellished evening clutches, diamond-accented belts, silk scarves, cashmere wraps, designer sunglasses, personalised wallets, and rare accessories commissioned from internationally celebrated fashion houses.
Every ensemble was styled as a complete look with matching jewellery, shoes, fragrances, and accessories. The entire collection was displayed inside a private dressing room lined with illuminated cabinets and custom-made wardrobe installations.
The fragrance treasury contained rare natural oud oils, precious agarwood creations, exquisite Arabian attars, exceptional niche perfumes, bespoke French fragrances, and custom-blended signature scents developed exclusively for Maryam.
The fragrances featured aged oud oils, rose absolute, orange blossom, amber, saffron, musk, and rare floral compositions. Premium bakhoor, traditional incense burners, rare oud wood chips, scented candles, perfumed body oils, and luxurious home fragrances were presented in individually numbered crystal flacons with gold-engraved caps and handcrafted display cases.
The beauty collection included luxury cosmetics, professional makeup palettes, premium lip colours, finely crafted brushes, rare limited-edition beauty releases, complexion products, eye makeup, blush, highlighters, lip treatments, nail colours, professional application tools, and personalised vanity accessories.
A magnificent custom-designed makeup vanity featured an illuminated mirror, crystal organisers, velvet-lined drawers, and access to professional beauty services.
The skincare and body-care sanctuary featured premium facial cleansers, moisturisers, serums, eye treatments, masks, sunscreens, body oils, nourishing creams, exquisite bath products, Moroccan argan oil, prickly pear seed oil, traditional black soap, rhassoul clay, premium kessa exfoliating mitts, rosewater, carefully prepared hammam essentials, silk pillowcases, premium bathrobes, embroidered towels, cashmere wraps, professional hair-styling equipment, and a spa-inspired bathroom with elegant stone finishes, heated towel storage, and custom shelving.
The bridal preparation collection featured premium henna preparations, traditional Moroccan silver bowls, ornate trays, embroidered fabrics, decorative candles, personalised bridal robes, embroidered towels, luxury preparation hampers, bespoke bridal slippers, and exquisite ceremonial accessories.
Experienced henna artists, makeup professionals, hairstylists, and beauty specialists were arranged to assist Maryam with her bridal preparation.
The footwear collection included bespoke bridal heels, crystal-embellished evening shoes, satin pumps, gold and silver sandals, handmade Moroccan babouches, designer flats, elegant leather footwear, and limited-edition luxury shoes coordinated with her caftans, gowns, handbags, and jewellery.
The shoes were stored in luxurious custom-fitted cabinets with velvet-lined drawers and personalised presentation boxes.
The fine-accessories collection included exceptional mechanical watches, diamond-set timepieces, precious-metal wristwatches, rare horological creations, handcrafted gold watches, platinum designs, intricate mother-of-pearl dials, personalised heirloom-inspired timepieces, diamond brooches, gold hair ornaments, crystal hairpieces, jewelled combs, precious-metal accessories, jewellery travel cases, and a secure custom-designed watch and jewellery room with specialist lighting and carefully organised display cabinets.
The traditional Moroccan food presentation contained premium Moroccan dates, rare honey, saffron, fragrant spices, artisan chocolates, traditional almond pastries, kaab el ghazal, chebakia, briouats, ghriba biscuits, premium almonds, pistachios, walnuts, dried figs, stuffed dates, and gourmet delicacies selected from distinguished producers.
The delicacies were arranged in ornate silver trays, crystal bowls, and handcrafted wooden boxes decorated with intricate Moroccan motifs.
The hospitality collection featured an exceptional silver Moroccan teapot, gold-detailed tea glasses, crystal cups, handcrafted ceramic serving pieces, engraved serving trays, premium Moroccan mint tea, rare loose-leaf blends, elegant tea caddies, luxurious coffee service, exquisite porcelain tableware, and ceremonial tea accessories commissioned from skilled metalworkers and ceramic artisans.
The luxury home collection included premium silk bedding, Egyptian cotton linens, embroidered duvet sets, luxurious cashmere blankets, silk pillowcases, plush bathrobes, exceptional towels, fine porcelain dinnerware, crystal glassware, silver cutlery, decorative vases, handcrafted Moroccan rugs, luxurious cushions, handcrafted wooden chests, elegant lighting, decorative mirrors, and exclusive home-fragrance pieces selected to create an atmosphere of warmth, refinement, and extraordinary comfort throughout Maryam's private residence.
A complete luxury room makeover transformed her personal space into a magnificent sanctuary featuring custom-made furniture, exceptional materials, an elaborate upholstered headboard, premium silk bedding, elegant bedside tables, sculptural lighting, a crystal chandelier, carefully selected artworks, and a private dressing room.
The dressing room featured a custom walk-in wardrobe, illuminated handbag displays, secure jewellery cabinets, shoe galleries, fragrance shelves, and a magnificent dressing table with an illuminated mirror.
The bathroom received elegant stone finishes, premium fittings, heated towel storage, and a private beauty station.
The sitting area featured luxurious armchairs, handcrafted tables, decorative cushions, and a beautiful reading corner designed and installed by professional interior specialists.
The Islamic gift collection included a magnificent Qur'an with an exquisite handcrafted cover, a finely carved wooden rehal, premium prayer mats, embroidered prayer garments, luxury hijabs, elegant tasbih made from carefully selected materials, distinguished Islamic literature, authentic hadith collections, books on marriage and family life, beautifully framed Arabic calligraphy, handcrafted decorative pieces, and a personalised prayer space with elegant furnishings, soft lighting, a comfortable prayer rug, and an organised book collection.
An optional charitable contribution was also included in the presentation in Maryam's name.
The extraordinary personal technology collection featured Apple iPhone 16, iPhone 17, and iPhone 18 series devices, including selected premium Pro and Pro Max models according to availability and individual preference, alongside four additional flagship smartphones, several high-specification laptops, premium tablets, professional monitors, wireless headphones, advanced audio equipment, professional cameras, elegant charging accessories, powerful professional machines configured for demanding work, creative projects, and productivity, and tablets with exceptional displays, substantial storage, and premium accessories.
All devices were presented in their original packaging with appropriate warranties and protective cases.
A private technology workstation, high-quality speakers, secure storage equipment, and a coordinated collection of luxury travel accessories completed the collection.
The travel collection featured exceptional designer suitcases, luxury leather weekender bags, premium carry-on luggage, garment carriers, cosmetic cases, elegant travel organisers, spacious trunks for formal clothing, protective jewellery travel cases, fragrance organisers, and personalised luggage with refined metal fittings, premium interiors, carefully designed compartments, and discreet identification details.
An exquisitely crafted luxury passport holder was made from premium leather with elegant metal detailing, personalised initials, passport storage, travel-document compartments, and card slots.
A matching luggage tag, travel wallet, and document organiser completed the set.
The personalised luggage collection was designed exclusively for Maryam, featuring coordinated suitcases, weekend bags, garment carriers, vanity cases, shoe bags, laundry organisers, and travel pouches with personalised initials, refined stitching, carefully selected hardware, and custom presentation packaging.
The automotive collection featured distinguished Rolls-Royce, Bentley, Mercedes-Maybach, and other luxury marques, with a selection of magnificent luxury sedans, grand-touring vehicles, premium SUVs, high-performance automobiles, and bespoke chauffeur-driven transport chosen according to Maryam's preferences and the family's intended budget.
The vehicles were prepared with immaculate detailing, elegant interiors, premium upholstery, personalised accessories where available, professional drivers, optional maintenance arrangements, comprehensive insurance, and carefully organised ownership documentation.
The sentimental collection included handwritten letters from Jaxon, a beautifully bound book of memories, personalised jewellery engraved with meaningful dates, bespoke perfume named for Maryam, commissioned artwork, family photographs, elegant keepsake boxes, treasured family heirlooms, and personal messages expressing affection and hopes for their future.
Every item was selected to reflect Maryam's personality and the family's sincere love and respect.
Jaxon's mother and female relatives presented a magnificent collection of distinguished family-heirloom necklaces, traditional Moroccan jewellery, luxurious caftans embroidered with exceptional detail, silk shawls, premium perfumes, elegant handbags, gold bracelets, fine jewellery parures, luxury beauty products, embroidered prayer garments, ornate jewellery chests, and personalised bridal accessories.
Each relative contributed a carefully selected gift accompanied by a personal blessing and a warm message welcoming Maryam into the family.
Jaxon's father and male relatives presented gold jewellery, luxury wristwatches, substantial cash contributions, family heirlooms, premium electronics, designer luggage, property contributions, luxury vehicles, and other gifts intended to support Maryam's future financial security.
Each gift was formally presented in an elegant case or custom-made box.
The entire collection was arranged through extraordinary ceremonial presentation using custom-made velvet-lined chests, polished silver trays, gold-detailed boxes, crystal cases, handcrafted wooden cabinets, luxurious silk wrapping, and personalised labels.
The exquisite colour palette combined ivory, champagne gold, deep emerald, burgundy, and warm metallic accents inspired by traditional Moroccan artistry.
Every gift was individually labelled and carefully arranged according to its contents. Jewellery was displayed in secure illuminated cases, clothing was presented on bespoke hangers, fragrances were arranged in crystal cabinets, and delicate accessories were protected in specially fitted compartments.
A grand ceremonial hall was decorated with elaborate floral arrangements, elegant lanterns, intricate Moroccan patterns, fine silk drapery, and crystal lighting.
The financial portion of the Hdiya was planned around a fictional total valuation of ₽40 trillion, encompassing precious jewellery, designer wardrobes, luxury vehicles, property contributions, rare collectibles, technology, and other valuable presents.
Substantial cash gifts, documented financial assets, gold investments, luxury residences, private collections, and other agreed assets were accompanied by appropriate ownership records and independent valuations where relevant.
The grand finale unfolded in a magnificent private ceremonial hall where the jewellery treasury occupied secure illuminated galleries, the caftans and couture garments were displayed on bespoke mannequins, the fragrance collection was arranged in crystal cabinets, and the luxury accessories occupied custom-made velvet-lined showcases.
The cars were presented in a private motor gallery, while the personal technology, luggage, home gifts, and family heirlooms occupied their own beautifully arranged displays.
Jaxon stood beside his family as Maryam was welcomed with affection and respect.
His mother and female relatives presented their personal gifts, while his father and male relatives oversaw the formal presentation of the family's larger contributions.
Every item was accompanied by a description of its craftsmanship, significance, and personal meaning, creating not merely a collection of extraordinary possessions but a carefully assembled treasury of beauty, heritage, generosity, and lasting memories.
The ₽40 trillion valuation represented the fictional scale of an almost unimaginable royal family fortune rather than an ordinary wedding budget.
The true distinction of the ceremony lay in the combination of exceptional rarity, exquisite craftsmanship, meaningful personal gifts, and the cultural beauty of Moroccan hospitality.
Every treasure had been chosen to honour Maryam and make the Hdiya ceremony an unforgettable celebration of love, family, and extraordinary generosity.
The Phone That Carried His Number
"Ya Allah!" Mrs Nesrina exclaimed, still staring at the gifts.
Maryam remained speechless.
Jaxon turned towards her with a gentle smile.
"Here, your new phone."
He took her hand and placed an iPhone 16 in it.
Maryam stared at the device.
Jaxon leaned closer and whispered, "My number is saved on each phone."
Her cheeks turned pink.
He noticed immediately and smiled.
Maryam looked down at the phone, unable to stop the little smile forming on her face.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"You're welcome, wife."
The guests continued applauding as the remaining gifts were displayed.
Mr Ismail looked at the list again, then at his daughter.
For years, he had watched Maryam hide in corners with her books, quietly seeking comfort in stories because her own family had failed to provide it.
Now, she sat beside a man who had prepared an entire treasury for her.
He swallowed hard.
Perhaps he had lost the right to ask her to forgive him.
But he hoped that one day, she would allow him the opportunity to become a better father.
Two Days Later — The Nikâh
"Come out!"
Marco's voice echoed through Jaxon's bedroom as he kicked the door.
"Jaxon, get out here!"
Inside, Jaxon was putting the final touches on his appearance.
He picked up a perfume he had purchased early the previous day and sprayed it carefully over himself.
He checked his reflection in the mirror, making sure his beard was perfectly groomed and his teeth were clean and bright.
He adjusted his clothes one final time.
Today was his Nikâh.
Today, Maryam would officially become his wife.
He took one final look at himself before opening the door.
"Finally!" Sabrina exclaimed.
She looked him up and down.
"Wow!"
Nikolai, standing nearby, stared at him for a moment.
"Wow."
Hereena's eyes widened.
"Jaxon!"
Jaxon raised an eyebrow.
"What?"
"You look so handsome!"
He chuckled.
"Thank you."
He was dressed in an extraordinary ensemble known as the Imperial Moroccan Sultan.
The groom wore an exceptionally luxurious custom-tailored Moroccan ceremonial outfit inspired by the traditional Moroccan jabador and grand wedding caftan, crafted from rich ivory silk and luminous champagne-gold brocade.
His long ceremonial outer robe featured intricate handwoven gold patterns, traditional Moroccan geometric embroidery, and elaborate gold sfifa detailing along the collar, cuffs, and front opening.
Beneath it, he wore a perfectly fitted ivory silk tunic with matching tailored ceremonial sarouel trousers.
His waist was wrapped in an extraordinary embroidered gold sash secured with an elaborate antique-style jewelled clasp featuring rare emeralds, diamonds, and polished gold filigree.
The most striking feature was his magnificent imperial Moroccan turban, which completely covered his head.
It was meticulously wrapped from luxurious ivory silk fabric woven with fine gold threads, creating a structured, elegant silhouette with a beautifully arranged front fold.
A magnificent diamond-and-emerald brooch adorned the front, surrounded by intricate gold detailing.
The turban looked regal, dignified, and unmistakably luxurious while remaining consistent with the ceremonial styling of his chosen Moroccan heritage.
His accessories included an extraordinary diamond-set gold wristwatch, understated gemstone cufflinks, several exceptional gold rings, and a ceremonial Moroccan dagger displayed in an ornate jewelled sheath where appropriate to the wedding tradition.
His footwear consisted of custom-made ivory leather Moroccan babouches with hand-stitched gold embroidery and a discreetly embellished finish.
His beard was meticulously groomed, and his appearance was completed by an exquisite amber-oud fragrance featuring precious saffron, rosewood, musk, and smoky incense notes.
The entire ensemble presented him as a powerful, dignified Moroccan groom dressed in extraordinary refinement, with the ivory-and-gold turban serving as the defining symbol of his majestic wedding appearance.
"Damn, bro!" David exclaimed.
Jaxon laughed.
"What's wrong with you people?"
"Nothing," Nikolai replied. "We are simply admiring the groom."
Hereena nodded enthusiastically.
"You look amazing!"
Jaxon shook his head, smiling.
"Let's go before you people make me regret inviting you."
Everyone laughed as they prepared to leave.
The Bride's Preparation
Meanwhile, Maryam was being prepared for her Nikâh.
The women carefully arranged her bridal veil over her head, ensuring that every fold sat beautifully.
Mr Ismail stood nearby, watching every detail with unusual nervousness.
"Please make sure nothing goes wrong," he reminded the women.
"Everything is fine, sir," one of them assured him.
Maryam sat quietly, her hands resting in her lap.
Her heart was racing.
She was about to marry Jaxon.
The thought seemed almost unreal.
She had spent so much of her life feeling unwanted that she still struggled to understand how someone could choose her so completely.
She glanced at herself in the mirror.
For a moment, she remembered the girl who used to hide in a secret corner with her books, hoping that the pages could provide the comfort her family had denied her.
Now, she was about to begin a new chapter.
One she hoped would be filled with love.
The Imperial Groom Arrives
Outside the venue, several luxury cars pulled up in succession.
Guests turned towards the entrance, and people began taking pictures as the wedding party arrived.
Mrs Ghita grinned when she saw Jaxon.
"Oh, wow! Look at you, my sultan!"
She approached him and kissed his forehead.
Jaxon smiled affectionately.
"Thank you, Mama."
Mr Vladislav stepped forward and embraced him.
"Oh, wow, brother!" Labil exclaimed from the side.
Jaxon rolled his eyes.
"Please don't start."
Labil laughed.
"What? I cannot admire my brother on his wedding day?"
"You can admire me quietly."
The men laughed, and the family proceeded towards the ceremonial hall.
Inside, the guests were waiting.
The doors opened.
The women began snapping their fingers in rhythm with the traditional Moroccan music.
The sound of the instruments filled the hall.
Jaxon stepped inside, surrounded by the warmth and excitement of his family.
Then he saw her.
His bride.
Maryam stood at the entrance, holding her bouquet.
For a brief moment, everything else seemed to disappear.
The conversations, the music, the guests, and even the movement around him faded into the background.
He looked only at her.
"Masha Allah," he whispered.
The Imperial Moroccan Queen
Maryam wore an extraordinary custom-made ivory-white and champagne-gold Moroccan caftan crafted from the finest silk velvet and luminous satin, adorned with intricate hand-embroidered 24-karat gold thread and thousands of rare diamonds, natural pearls, Colombian emeralds, Burmese rubies, and Kashmir sapphires arranged into elaborate traditional Moroccan geometric patterns across the bodice, sleeves, and sweeping train.
The fitted upper silhouette featured exquisite gold sfifa braiding and delicate handmade aakad buttons, while the dramatically flowing skirt extended into a magnificent cathedral-length train lined with champagne silk and embroidered with golden arabesques and royal floral motifs.
Her luxurious wide sleeves were embellished with cascading diamond chains and fine gold filigree.
A magnificent jewelled belt, known as a mdamma, encircled her waist, featuring enormous pear-shaped diamonds, rare emeralds, and intricate antique Moroccan goldwork.
Her hands were adorned with elaborate bridal henna and diamond rings, while layered diamond necklaces, chandelier earrings, gemstone bracelets, and an exceptional diamond-and-pearl forehead ornament completed her royal appearance.
Her hair was elegantly arranged beneath a magnificent embroidered Moroccan bridal headpiece adorned with diamonds, pearls, and gold filigree.
A sheer ivory veil edged in hand-embroidered gold lace framed her face.
Her makeup featured luminous skin, softly sculpted cheeks, champagne-gold eyes, shimmering eyeliner, long elegant lashes, and luxurious nude-rose lips.
Her footwear consisted of custom ivory-and-gold Moroccan bridal babouches reimagined with precious gemstones and exquisite hand embroidery.
She carried an extravagant bouquet of ivory garden roses, white orchids, and rare white peonies accented with delicate gold leaves and diamond-like crystal details.
She looked like an empress entering her wedding in absolute splendour.
Jaxon's heart melted.
He was stunned.
Maryam slowly lifted her gaze, and their eyes met.
For a moment, neither spoke.
Then they exchanged a small greeting nod at exactly the same time.
Jaxon smiled.
Maryam returned the smile shyly.
The ceremony began.
The Nikâh Contract
The room settled into respectful silence as the marriage ceremony commenced.
Prayers and duas were recited, and the marriage contract was brought forward.
Jaxon stepped towards the table and took the golden pen.
He signed his name.
Then he turned towards Maryam and offered her the pen.
She reached for it, but her hands were trembling.
Jaxon noticed immediately.
He leaned closer.
"Breathe," he whispered gently.
Maryam looked at him.
Her eyes filled with tears.
One tear slipped down her cheek.
Jaxon placed his hand over hers, steadying her trembling fingers.
"Take your time," he murmured.
She inhaled slowly.
Then, with careful movements, she wrote her name and completed her signature.
For a moment, she stared at the document.
It was real.
She was married.
The guests erupted into applause.
Several women wiped their tears, while others offered prayers for the couple.
Nikolai stood nearby, holding an extremely excited Hereena.
"Whoa, whoa, easy there," he told her as she practically bounced with excitement.
Hereena looked at the newlyweds with shining eyes.
"This is so beautiful!"
Nikolai laughed.
"I can see that."
The reception began, and the celebration continued with music, congratulations, and the warmth of two families coming together.
The Moonlight Unveiling
Later, Jaxon raised his head from his prayers.
Maryam followed his lead.
The newlyweds completed their prayers quietly, with the atmosphere around them becoming increasingly peaceful.
Jaxon whispered a few prayers before standing.
He led Maryam towards a darkened hallway overlooking the grounds, where the setting sun painted the sky in shades of amber and gold.
Maryam's veil remained over her face.
She walked beside him shyly, her fingers resting lightly in his hand.
Neither rushed.
The world outside seemed to slow as the sun descended beyond the horizon.
The final golden light fell across Jaxon's face.
He turned towards Maryam.
She stood before him, waiting to be unveiled.
The moon began to rise.
Jaxon lifted his hands and gently held the edge of her veil.
For a moment, he paused.
Then he carefully removed it.
The veil slipped away from her face as the moonlight illuminated her features.
Jaxon stared at her.
Beautiful.
That was the only word his mind could produce.
Maryam looked down shyly.
He gently opened his caftan around her shoulders, offering her warmth and drawing her closer.
She stepped into his embrace.
He wrapped his arms around her, covering her with his ceremonial robe.
Maryam hugged him tightly.
Jaxon lowered his head and kissed her forehead.
Then he held her lovingly, allowing her to rest against his chest.
"You are my wife now," he whispered.
Maryam's eyes filled with tears.
"Yes," she replied softly.
He brushed his thumb across her cheek.
"Are you happy?"
She nodded.
"Very happy."
He smiled and kissed her forehead once more.
Under the moonlight, they remained together, wrapped in the warmth of their first quiet moment as husband and wife.
The Morning at the Lilith Estate
By sunrise, Lilith was already packing.
Nikolai sat nearby while Leonid brought over a pair of walking boots.
Lilith zipped one of the bags and inspected it carefully.
"All done!" she announced.
Nikolai chuckled.
"You say that every time, and somehow, three more bags appear."
Lilith turned towards him.
"That is because you keep bringing me things."
"I bring you necessities."
"Necessities?" she repeated, looking at the mountain of luggage.
"Yes."
She narrowed her eyes at him.
Nikolai smiled innocently.
Lilith shook her head and continued packing.
Their upcoming trip was only days away, and she wanted everything ready before their departure.
Valen's Secret
Meanwhile, Valen was in his room.
A small table stood in front of him, with a white powder scattered across its surface.
He rolled a piece of paper, brought it to his nose, and inhaled the substance.
It was part of the drug habit he had developed after a party two years earlier.
What had begun as an occasional indulgence had gradually become an addiction.
He leaned back, his expression blank.
"Sir, your file," Gloria said as she entered.
Valen immediately hid what he had been doing.
"Put it on the table," he ordered.
Gloria followed his instructions.
She placed the file down and turned towards him.
"Are you packed?" she asked.
Valen glanced at her.
"We leave in six days, don't we?"
"Yes," Gloria replied. "Are you ready?"
"Yeah."
She watched him for a moment.
Something felt wrong.
"What are you hiding?"
Valen's expression changed.
"Uhmm, something."
Gloria frowned.
"Something?"
He looked away.
"Why are you getting worked up now?"
She studied him suspiciously.
"Okay," she replied slowly.
Then she turned and left the room.
Valen waited until he was certain she had gone.
He checked the doorway before locking the door.
Once alone, he returned to the table and continued using the drugs, seeking the temporary satisfaction that had become increasingly difficult for him to live without.
He had no idea how much his addiction was beginning to affect his judgement.
And he certainly had no idea how much damage it could eventually cause.
The Office Encounter
Later, Valen was in his office, but he was not in a good mood.
His mind felt blank, and his thoughts were scattered.
Gloria entered carrying his coffee.
"Here, sir."
Valen barely looked at the cup.
"Do you need anything else?" she asked.
He raised his eyes.
They were red, and his expression was unfocused.
"You," he said.
Gloria froze.
"Sir?"
Valen stood up.
She instinctively moved backwards.
He reached out and grabbed her arm.
"Sir!" she exclaimed.
Valen leaned towards her, kissing her neck.
Gloria stiffened, startled by his sudden behaviour.
"Help me, Kiwi," he whispered. "Please help me."
He kissed her neck again.
Gloria's hands tightened around his shoulders as she tried to understand what was happening.
"Sir, y-your not in your right mind," she stammered.
Her back touched the wall.
Valen looked at her with a painful desperation.
"I don't want to be," he whispered. "I just want you again. I want my Kiwi."
He leaned towards her lips and kissed her.
Gloria held his face.
For a moment, they remained close, their breathing uneven.
"I'm still mad at you," she murmured.
Valen looked at her.
"Punish me."
Gloria searched his eyes.
"You want a punishment?"
"I deserve it," he replied.
He leaned closer.
"Kiss me."
Gloria looked at him for another moment before kissing him.
Valen smiled against her lips.
Yet beneath that smile, the situation was far more complicated than either of them wanted to admit.
Their history, their unresolved feelings, and Valen's growing addiction were becoming tangled together in ways neither of them fully understood.
And somewhere beneath the affection, there remained a question that neither had yet found the courage to ask.
Could Valen truly change?
The Newlyweds Arrive at the Family Mansion
Two days had passed since the wedding and the post-wedding ceremonies.
Jaxon's car finally pulled up outside an enormous mansion.
Maryam stepped out and looked up at the magnificent building.
"Oh, my Lord," she whispered.
The mansion stood surrounded by elegant landscaping, carefully maintained gardens, and impressive architectural details.
Jaxon came around to her side.
"Beautiful, huh?"
Maryam nodded slowly.
"Very."
He smiled.
"It's a family mansion. Mrs Lilith's mansion, to be precise."
Maryam looked at him.
"Mrs Lilith?"
"Yes. Come on, let's go."
He took her hand, and together they walked towards the entrance.
The doors opened, revealing a magnificent interior filled with elegant furnishings, warm lighting, and refined decorative details.
Jaxon guided her through the mansion before stopping in front of a large bedroom door.
"Our room," he announced.
Maryam looked at him.
"Our room?"
He smiled.
"Open it."
She hesitated.
"Jaxon…"
"Go on."
Maryam slowly pushed the door open.
Her eyes widened.
She stood frozen in the doorway.
The Moroccan Imperial Master Bedroom
The room was an extraordinarily spacious royal suite inspired by the grandest Moroccan palaces.
Towering hand-carved cedarwood ceilings were decorated with intricate gold-leaf arabesques and elaborate geometric patterns.
At the centre stood a magnificent oversized king bed with a sculptural carved-gold frame, an intricately upholstered champagne-silk headboard, and layers of Egyptian cotton sheets, silk bedding, cashmere blankets, and embroidered velvet cushions in ivory, pearl, gold, and deep emerald green.
Flowing silk canopies and exquisite handmade Moroccan embroidery surrounded the bed, creating an atmosphere of extraordinary comfort.
The entire bed was positioned upon an enormous Persian silk carpet featuring elaborate traditional Moroccan motifs and gold detailing.
Behind the bed stood an impressive floor-to-ceiling Moroccan zellige feature wall crafted from thousands of individually placed ivory, emerald, and gold mosaic tiles.
Concealed warm golden lighting illuminated the intricate patterns, highlighting the artistry of every tile.
Both sides of the bed featured exquisite hand-carved gold bedside tables with rare marble tops and crystal lamps.
Custom-designed gold lanterns hung from the ceiling, while an enormous crystal-and-brass chandelier with intricate Moroccan metalwork illuminated the centre of the bedroom.
Dozens of handcrafted brass lanterns created a soft, enchanting glow throughout the suite.
The walls featured elaborate traditional Moroccan tadelakt plaster finishes, complemented by recessed arched alcoves displaying rare ceramics, antique gold ornaments, precious perfume bottles, and carefully curated Moroccan art.
An extraordinary private sitting area included curved ivory velvet sofas, embroidered silk cushions, carved walnut tables, gold-trimmed marble surfaces, and an oversized fireplace surrounded by intricately patterned zellige tiles.
Magnificent floor-to-ceiling arched windows were framed by luxurious champagne-silk curtains overlooking private landscaped courtyards with fountains, orange trees, fragrant roses, and elegant marble walkways.
The private dressing room contained custom-built illuminated wardrobes with gold detailing, velvet-lined jewellery drawers, glass display cabinets, and a magnificent full-length antique-style mirror.
The adjoining luxury bathroom featured a freestanding sculptural marble bathtub, gold fixtures, heated marble floors, an enormous walk-in rainfall shower, and handcrafted mosaic walls.
A private relaxation corner included a traditional Moroccan tea station with engraved silver trays, delicate glass teacups, premium Moroccan mint tea, and an exquisite collection of oud perfumes.
The atmosphere was enriched by the delicate fragrances of rosewater, amber, saffron, and sandalwood.
Concealed climate control, advanced smart lighting, acoustic insulation, and discreet integrated entertainment technology provided exceptional modern comfort without disturbing the traditional aesthetic.
Every surface, textile, ornament, and architectural detail combined Moroccan heritage with extraordinary contemporary extravagance.
The result was a breathtaking imperial sanctuary that felt like a private royal palace designed exclusively for a trillionaire couple.
Maryam stood in the doorway, completely overwhelmed.
Jaxon watched her reaction with a smile.
"I had it prepared for you," he explained. "I wouldn't want my wife sleeping alone in a room she doesn't love."
Maryam slowly turned towards him.
"You did all this?"
He nodded.
"For my wife."
She looked around again, struggling to speak.
Then something else caught her attention.
A study corner.
Her eyes widened.
She walked towards it, discovering a beautifully arranged desk, comfortable seating, elegant shelves, and carefully organised writing materials.
Then she noticed a miniature corner designed for quiet relaxation, surrounded by books.
There were so many books.
Maryam approached the shelves, running her fingers across the spines.
She recognised several subjects she loved.
History.
International relations.
Politics.
Diplomacy.
War and peace.
The Cold War.
Her eyes filled with tears.
She turned towards Jaxon, who was standing quietly behind her.
He had remembered.
He had remembered the girl who loved books.
He had created a space where she could read, study, think, and learn without having to hide from anyone.
She moved into the library and discovered a separate prayer room.
The room was peaceful and beautifully furnished, with prayer mats, a wooden rehal, Islamic books, and soft lighting.
Maryam returned to the bookshelf and picked up a book titled Cold War 2.
She held it against her chest.
Then she looked at Jaxon.
"Thank you so much, sir," she whispered.
Tears slipped down her cheeks.
Jaxon stepped closer and gently wiped them away.
"It's nothing," he replied.
She looked at him through her tears.
"Nothing?"
He smiled.
"It's your room too. You don't have to thank me for giving you a place to feel comfortable."
Maryam opened the book and looked at him again.
Her heart felt full.
Jaxon stepped closer.
"My reward?" he asked playfully.
Maryam blinked.
"Anything you want, sir."
He raised an eyebrow.
"Not sir, Maryam."
She looked at him shyly.
"Then what should I call you?"
"Jaxon."
He paused before adding, "But my traditional Moroccan name is Kais."
Maryam repeated the name softly.
"Kais."
He smiled.
"Yes."
She looked at him for a moment, memorising the name.
"Kais," she whispered again.
He moved closer and gently placed his hands around her waist, giving her time to respond.
Maryam looked up at him.
He leaned towards her.
She did not move away.
Their lips met in a soft, tender kiss.
It was their first kiss as husband and wife.
Jaxon smiled against her lips.
Maryam's hands rested against his chest.
When they finally pulled apart, she lowered her gaze, her cheeks flushed.
He chuckled softly.
"What?" he asked.
"Nothing," she whispered.
He tilted his head.
"Maryam."
She looked up.
He kissed her forehead.
"Welcome home, my wife."
For the first time in her life, Maryam felt that she had a place where she truly belonged.
And this time, she would not have to hide her books to keep them safe.
Valen's Morning After
Valen woke up with a terrible headache.
His room was upside down.
He groaned, pressing a hand against his forehead.
Then the memories began returning.
The office.
Gloria.
Their conversation.
Their kiss.
His eyes widened.
He sat up slowly.
Then, unexpectedly, a smile spread across his face.
His cheeks turned red.
He remembered how close they had been and how she had looked at him.
He buried his face in his hands for a moment.
"Oh, my God," he muttered.
A knock sounded at the door.
"Sir, your mother is downstairs waiting," Gloria announced from outside.
Valen immediately looked towards the door.
"Mama!"
He jumped out of bed and hurried downstairs.
When he reached the living room, Ms Eileen turned towards him with a delighted smile.
"Mama!" he exclaimed, embracing her tightly.
"My sweet boy!" Ms Eileen replied, hugging him.
Valen held her for a moment longer.
"I missed you so much, Mama."
"Me too, darling."
She stroked his hair affectionately.
"By the way, come for dinner tonight."
Valen nodded.
"Of course, Mama."
Zale, Jerome, Rodion, and Cornelia watched the reunion from nearby.
A little later, Gloria came downstairs.
Ms Eileen noticed her immediately.
"Gloria?"
Gloria smiled politely.
"Good morning, ma."
"It's wonderful to see you again, dear. How are you? And how are your studies?"
"Everything is good, ma."
Ms Eileen smiled warmly.
"You look even more beautiful."
Gloria's cheeks coloured slightly.
"Oh, darling, you look even more gorgeous yourself."
The two women embraced and began talking animatedly.
Within moments, they were laughing together as though they had known each other for years.
Rodion watched them with a curious expression.
"So they do have history," he remarked.
Jerome nodded.
"Apparently."
Cornelia smiled.
The conversation between Ms Eileen and Gloria continued, filled with laughter and familiar affection.
Valen watched them from a distance, his thoughts drifting back to the office.
For the first time that morning, he wondered whether his mother knew something about Gloria that he did not.
Lilith and the Seven Little Princesses
Back at the Lilith Estate, Lilith was trying to manage one very determined little girl.
"No, Lily," she said firmly.
Rhea immediately made a sad face.
"Nani," Lilith continued, crouching in front of her, "you already ate four scoops. No more now."
Nikolai, who was sitting nearby, chuckled.
Rhea pouted dramatically.
Lilith folded her arms.
"Don't give me that face."
Rhea looked at her with enormous eyes.
Nikolai laughed again.
"She's trying to manipulate you."
Lilith glanced at him.
"Don't encourage her."
Rhea turned towards Nikolai.
He leaned closer.
"Mad now, huh?"
"Mmmmmmm," Rhea replied, nodding.
Nikolai burst into laughter.
Lilith shook her head.
"I love you," she told Rhea.
The little girl immediately brightened.
Lilith smiled and pointed towards her.
"Nikki, Nani, her teeth are out!"
Nikolai stared at Rhea's little smile.
"So my granny can now bite, huh?"
Rhea clapped excitedly.
"Happy?" he asked.
She nodded enthusiastically.
Lilith laughed.
At that moment, Amelia entered the room.
"Boss, we have everything ready for take-off."
Lilith looked up.
"Great!"
Rhea immediately began crawling towards Amelia.
Amelia bent down and smiled at her.
"Hi, angel. Why the sad face?"
Rhea turned towards Lilith and began babbling.
"Mama! Bababababababa!"
She pointed at Lilith.
Amelia looked at Lilith.
"What did you do?"
"Nothing," Lilith replied innocently.
Rhea continued pointing.
Lilith leaned towards her and whispered, "I'll sneak you some later."
Rhea giggled.
Amelia laughed.
"You two are impossible."
Lilith returned to packing Nikolai's bags, while Rhea continued smiling as though she had just secured the greatest victory of her life.
Brandon and Nino's Wedding
Today was also Brandon and Nino's wedding.
Mr Tikhon stood beside his daughter, holding her close.
His eyes were filled with tears.
He had watched Nino grow up, and now he was preparing to hand her over to the man she had chosen to spend her life with.
Nino smiled at him.
"Papa."
He looked at her.
"My baby."
She hugged him tightly.
Mr Tikhon closed his eyes, holding his daughter as though he wanted to preserve the moment forever.
They took a photograph together.
Then, carefully, he arranged her bridal veil over her head.
The doors opened.
Inside the ceremonial hall, Brandon's mother, Ms Kale, sat proudly among the guests.
The music began.
Nino's father walked her down the aisle.
Brandon stood waiting for her.
As they approached, Mr Tikhon looked directly at the groom.
"Take care of my baby, you bastard," he said, his voice thick with emotion.
Brandon's expression softened.
"In every way, I will," he promised.
Mr Tikhon held his gaze for a moment longer before placing Nino's hand in Brandon's.
Brandon held her hand gently.
Nino looked up at him and smiled.
The ceremony began.
The officiant spoke about marriage, commitment, loyalty, and the responsibilities that came with building a life together.
Brandon and Nino exchanged their vows.
Their voices were steady, but their eyes were full of emotion.
When the final words had been spoken, the officiant smiled.
"You may now kiss the bride."
Brandon stepped closer.
He gently lifted Nino's veil.
She looked at him with a playful smile and winked.
Brandon laughed softly before pulling her into a deep kiss.
The entire hall erupted in applause.
Ms Kale smiled proudly.
Mr Tikhon wiped his eyes.
Nino wrapped her arms around Brandon, and he held her close.
Their families cheered as the newlyweds shared another happy moment.
Another wedding.
Another promise.
Another beginning.
And as the celebrations continued, the people surrounding them were reminded that even in families filled with extraordinary wealth, complicated histories, dangerous secrets, and unexpected turns, the moments that mattered most were still the ones in which two people chose to stand beside each other.
For Maryam, it was the beginning of a life in which she could finally be loved without having to beg for it.
For Jaxon, it was the beginning of a marriage in which he would have to prove that his protection could be matched by patience, tenderness, and trust.
For Lilith and Nikolai, it was another chapter in a life that never seemed to slow down.
And for Valen and Gloria, it was the beginning of a dangerous question neither of them could continue avoiding.
Some hearts were finally finding their homes, while others were only beginning to discover how much they still had to lose.