Billion Dollar Marriage In Dubai

Chapter 1

Inside a women's prison in Dubai, a woman is carried into prison by two guards. They both have a grapple on her arm, as one holds the right and the other the left.  She is wearing an abaya, and her face is covered with a niqaab. The police put her in a room and forced the woman to sit at a table. Dubai's chief of police walks into the room and slams a document in Arabic on the table. 

"Sign!" the Chief replied.

"What is this, the woman whimpered.

"SIGN!" the Chief demanded in a louder tone.

"I am not signing anything! I can't read this!"

"This is a confession for committing fornication."

"I am not signing this. I am married."

Upon her refusal, the chief backhands the woman. The woman starts crying. "You better sign, or it will get worse for you!" The chief replied in an emotionless tone.

"I have done nothing wrong." The woman replied. The chief walks over to the woman and buries his fist into her stomach. The blow causes the woman to hunch over as she attempts to gasp for air.

"I have short patience with Godless women," The woman cries with silent whimpers as she grabs the pen. Her hands are shaking with fear, making it difficult to keep a steady hand for a signature.

The Chief says something in Arabic to the police under his command at the door. They both once again grab the woman by the arms and drag her out of the room. They both speak Arabic until they reach a cell that is decrepit and not fit for human occupancy. One police stood at the prison cell, holding the door open. The two guards throw the woman into the cell, causing her to tumble onto the floor. The guard slams the jail doors, giving the bars a loud metallic sound. She quickly gets up and runs to the jail doors.

"I have not done anything wrong?"

"You will be charged for prostitution and fornication."

"Call my husband."

"What we heard, you have no husband," The guard replied as he walked away. The woman sits on the floor and starts crying.

KANDI APPLE.

I never thought that I would end in some decrepit prison half a world away. My name is Kandi Apple by the way. Well, that is not my real name. My real name is Candice Redd. I am an American-born woman from Detroit Michigan. How I ended up in the situation is a long story.

Three months earlier.

Before I began, let me just say that I have not always been a Muslim. I am an escort. Three years ago, I used to work in a strip club.  Kandi Apple was my stage name. I worked there for a year, but swinging on a pole, ass clapping, and twerking was too much work. Especially when broke dusty ass men just wanted to throw one dollar bills on the stage. Not to mention shady club owner taking 30 percent for his cut and paying a Deejay $100 to play a song of my choice for my solo dance number, it was just not worth it.

I needed something bigger and better. That is when I met a woman named Carmen Knight. Carmen was this Jamaica madam, who ran an escourt business. I was glad when I met her. I worked for her for two years. Her cut was 45% of my earnings for fucking and being an arm piece for rich men; yet, my payout was higher. I still was able to take home $30,000 a month. Carmen had retired from the business to focus on building her wine company in Jamaica.

My journey to Dubai began a few months ago. Carmen's successors, "Solstice and Equinox", had set me up with a wealthy tycoon named Mujahid Ibn Abbasi. His father owned a global food export called Salaam Foods Inc.