Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Hearing those words, a flash of irritation crossed King's face as he turned his gaze to the speaker. The man, sensing King's reluctance, quickly looked away. "This is the consensus we've reached after much discussion. Every king before you has done the same-taking as many wives as possible."

In Saudi Arabia, women's status is low, expected mainly to bear children, somewhat reminiscent of ancient times in Australia. Here, women have little freedom.

As a member of the royal family, having seven or eight wives is quite common. Now, as king, King was expected to have even more wives.

Brielle was thankful she had focused intensely on her studies in college, teaching herself several languages. Although she wasn't fluent in Arabic, she could understand enough of what they were saying. But she pretended not to understand, avoiding a lot of hassle. Otherwise, once these men were rejected by King, they would inevitably turn their attention to her.

Seeing Brielle's indifference, King assumed she didn't understand Arabic, which was for the best.

"King, you know very well that Saudi law allows an ordinary man to marry up to four wives, let alone you."

Brielle frowned slightly upon hearing this. She wasn't familiar with Saudi culture, but she had heard about the lower status of women in these countries. There are still about twenty countries in the world that practice polygamy, and Saudi Arabia is one of them. Brielle pretended to close her eyes, hearing King announce, "This is my wife. I've brought her here to introduce her to everyone. Besides, we already have a child."

all, she had only been by his side for a little over a year; it was impossible for them to have a child that quickly. Yet, the men seemed to believe him. King held her hand and kissed it gently. "She's the little princess of

men before them had nothing more to say. In the world, the most valuable resources were oil and diamonds. One controlled Saudi oil, and the other was the princess of the leading diamond family. Forcing this princess to abide by Saudi law would indeed be too much to ask.

send their daughters to your chamber. These women, raised in Saudi culture, are willing to be beneath this queen. Your

impatient, his brow furrowing. "Let's

the conversation any further as the long convoy of luxury cars stopped at King's castle. Inside,

of all present. Once inside, King explained

you see those

don't be mad at me. After I deal with my father's affairs, I'll take you back

was to come. But when the doors opened, revealing the twenty or so women inside, her expression changed slightly. King ignored the others,

on the first floor had ever been there. The first floor was spacious enough, with rooms arranged for them

of satisfaction; he had truly kept

me?"