bowed their heads in due respect to the only heir of Duranis. Yes, Ehab was the only child of Duranis. They had worshipped each and every doctor. He was their heartbeat, a ray of

respectfully. This is what he liked - to be respected. He was the king,

m royally. "Hmm, where is Dad?" he asked, a bit annoyed.

dy," the manager said

e removed one cigar and placed it between his fine lips, lighting it up. His father, who was an old, bulky man just like him, with grey hair and those old-fashioned spectac

his father said mockingly. Ehab couldn't help but chuckle at his words. "Com

and motioned his bodyguards to leave them alone and lock the door behind. Ehab knitted his eyebrows in confusion. His father turned to him, giving him complete attention. "Ehab, you have always been your own commander. You never listen to me," his father

mies was not an easy task. His life depends on it. One wrong move and he would be killed. He knew it. But still, he is Ehab Durani. He loves to pl

hrugging with a sly smirk. His father let out a dejected sigh. He ran his wrinkled hand on Ehab's cheek, patting it as he whispered, "Ehab, you are in deep mess. Do you know whose daughter you have just go

ler and ruling. Royalty, ruling, and playing with danger were the three things running through h

ected his father a lot but hated that his father tried to control him. Ehab glared at his father and said with pure anger, "Dad, leave me alone. I am not a fucking kid!" He growled under his b

ralian mafia was. Ehab shook his head, smiling. "You know what, Dad? No one dares to raise their voice at me. But it seems like you hate obeying the mafia. Don't yo

can't see his son getting destroyed just because of a girl. Ehab stopped in his tracks. He was controlling his anger, just becaus

alm your fucking voice down, boy, and leave Wafa Shirley. Make sure you don't l