by Jackie J
Chapter one
Twins, identical twins well physically but
concerning personality? One would need a magnifying glass to physically separate
Isabelle and Isabella, from early childhood they were like peas in a pod but
their personalities quickly diverged. Through school Isabelle was studious
attaining the highest grades whilst Isabella did just enough yet still gained
high marks. University was no different Isabella making the most of the social
scene with Isabelle more often found in the libraries rather than the bars.
Both having graduated careers in law were pursued and in their late twenties
two fine lawyers they made. Isabelle devoted herself to working with the
disenfranchised whilst Isabella took to defending the most questionable of
characters. Despite their diametrically
opposed outlook on how their skills should be deployed Isabelle and Isabella
remained close. Whilst Isabelle lived a
quite existence Isabella grew more wayward, bordering on arrogant, a fun-loving
party animal with an increasing reputation for promiscuity.
It was no surprise when Nazeem came on the
scene both were attracted to this handsome and rich Middle Eastern heir to the
Mudullha fortune. Isabella’s rather
shallow perspective considering his looks and wealth whilst Isabelle found him
charming and considerate. Both were
beautiful young women, Isabella was fun and exciting to be with Isabelle was
thoughtful and generous of spirit. Nazeem living and working in London and free
from the conservative shackles of his family especially his somewhat pious
mother, found the company of the vivacious fun-loving Isabella liberating. Soon they became a couple to be seen around
the exclusive nightspots of town. Isabelle wasn’t jealous, was she? No, she was
genuinely happy for her sister, wasn’t she?
Engaged within six months all looked set
for a happy every after. Nazeem’s family however, especially his mother, were
not happy, not happy at all. Nazeem’s
father, who did not enjoy good health, had met the twins on a number of
occasions during visits to his surgeon in Harley Street. He liked them both, why wouldn’t he? Both girls
pretty and enjoying successful careers, under normal circumstances either would
make a good match for his son. It was the cultural clash, based in London not
an issue but back in Nazeem’s home country?
Nazeem’s father, with failing health, knew it would not be long before
his son would have to return to take over the business based back in the
Emirates what then for his western wife? Would she cope with the culture shock?
Life would be very different for her there.
