Villain: Transmigrated Into A NTR Manga As The Antagonist

After all, Aisha was staying in his hotel suite’s guest room, and if he stayed away too long, she’d barge into his room only to find that he had vanished. Because of this, he was back at precisely the right time, which was at roughly the crack of dawn within Saudi Arabia’s time zone.

Aisha was still asleep, as she liked to sleep in, especially now that she was hiding from her fiancée and, by extension, her family as well. However, her nose must have been sensitive, because when she smelled the room service which Alex had ordered, she came rushing out dressed in little more than a silk robe.

She had entirely forgotten that she was staying in Alex’s room, or else she would have ensured she was dressed more modestly. Because of this, she flushed red in embarrassment when Alex stared at her with a smug smirk on his face, while speaking in an equally arrogant tone.

“Well, isn’t this a wonderful surprise?”

Aisha naturally ran back into her room to get dressed in a far more appropriate manner before joining Alex for breakfast. Where she refused to make eye contact with him the entire time, particularly because she was still embarrassed.

Normally, any man who saw her in such little clothing would have his eyes gouged out, but she could not find it within herself to threaten the man, because this was entirely her own fault. Instead, she silently ate, while Alex decided to rack up his points with the woman.

“So… Princess Aisha… Are you enjoying the breakfast I had the hotel staff cook up for you?”

Aisha did not immediately realize that Alex had called out her true identity, and instead nodded her head and thanked him for paying for her meal.

“It is quite lovely, thank…”

It was mid sentence where she realized what Alex had said, provoking her to stare at the man with wide eyes as he smiled and sipped from his coffee, seemingly unwilling to partake of the meal until she had satisfied herself with her own serving.

When Aisha saw the look on Alex’s face, she wanted to tear him apart, but all she could voice was a sentiment of surprise.

“You knew this whole time?”

Alex chuckled when he heard this, placing his coffee cup back onto its saucer before confirming he had indeed known since the moment he first saw her.

“There aren’t many women in this world as beautiful as you. And as a man of culture, I tend to memorize the faces of the world’s few angelic beauties, like yourself. Yes, I knew the moment I bumped into you in the streets just who you were. Is there something wrong with that?”

Aisha instantly felt threatened by Alex’s sudden revelation. She even went so far as to grip hold of the butter knife in her hand, something she thought she was concealing quite well.

However, Alex simply raised his brow before chuckling once more, almost as if the girl’s hostile actions were simply laughable, all the while assuring her that he was a friend.

“Relax Princess, if I wanted to do something to you, I would have done so already. I assure you I hold no ill will to you, and am instead sympathetic with your plight.t I’m certain your reasons for running away from the palace were because of that dope fiend you are engaged to. A woman as moral as yourself could never justify marrying such a degenerate piece of shit, am I right?”

Once more Aisha was stunned by Alex’s knowledge, not only of herself but her fiancée, this of course did not make her any less cautious towards Alex, but bolstered her intimidation towards the man sitting across from her. Naturally, she voiced her confusion aloud.

“You knew about that as well? How? That’s a highly kept state secret! Who are you exactly? A spy?”

Alex chuckled once more. The woman’s caution towards him was absolutely adorable from his eyes, almost like a lamb staring at the sheepdog whose duty was to protect her, while confusing said sheep dog for a hungry wolf.

With this in mind, Alex informed the woman of who she was and what his intentions were.

“As I already told you, I am a billionaire playboy, one whose heart is wounded at the idea of a young woman as beautiful as yourself being handed over to that shit stain of a Prince. I have no intentions other than helping you in whatever way you see fit.

Your father’s goons don’t fear more, not those of Oman, for that matter. I can always flee to a more civilized region of the world where they can’t touch me. Besides, it’s not like I don’t have soldiers of my own. They just aren’t here with me right now.

So, how about you tell me how I can help you best in accordance with your wishes, and so long as it is within my means, I will be happy to do so.”

Aisha only now began to relax a bit, releasing the knife in her clench fist and sighing heavily. She was genuinely a good judge of character, and could normally tell when someone was lying to her. After all, as a Princess she had been raised in a den of serpents, all of which who wanted something from her, and would lie through their teeth to get it.

Because of this she actually trusted Alex, that and his ability Siren’s Call naturally had a part in convincing her. With this in mind, she requested something from Alex that damn near made him choke on his coffee, which he had taken a sip up when the girl seemed to be pondering about his offer.

“You’re a billionaire, right? And you said you have the means of smuggling out of this country without my father’s agents catching you? If you really want to help me, then please take me with you when you leave Saudi Arabia. I assume you are from the United States, right? Someone of your means can at least help me get the status of political asylum, right?

Alex was stunned by these words. Things must have gotten worse between Aisha and Ali if she was willing to quite literally flee into exile…. At first Alex wanted to reject this notion, but when he thought about it, to some greater extent. The only way he would ever get Aisha to become his woman is if she eloped with him.

With this in mind, he wore a friendly smile, and nodded his head before agreeing to the young princess’ request.

“Your wish is my command…”