It had to remain on the island.

Those were the conditions.

Zanab returned to camp with five eggs and Amamira’s extra supplies.

She ate two eggs right away and hid the rest.

She knew that Fatima and Ila had not seen what had happened.

The cameras had seen it, but the women on the island did not know about it.

Zanob decided to keep Amira’s death a secret.

Let the others think there were still four of them.

On the 17th day, Ila descended from the hill to the water source in the grove.

She hadn’t seen Amira for several days, which was strange.

She usually came to the water every morning.

Ila looked around Amamira’s camp.

The tent was still there, but almost nothing was left.

The water hole was untouched.

Strange.

Ila walked along the coast looking for traces.

An hour later, she stumbled upon a body.

Amira was lying on her back between the rocks, her arms spread out to the sides.

Her eyes were open, staring at the sky.

The body had already begun to decompose in the heat.

The smell was strong.

Ila came closer and examined it.

A broken spine was evident from the unnatural position of the body.

She had fallen from a cliff, an accident, or someone had pushed her.

Leila looked up.

Birds nests were visible on the ledges, so Amira had climbed up to get the eggs and fallen.

But where was Zob? They had been working together for the last few days.

Ila returned to Amamira’s camp and carefully examined the tracks.

Two sets of footprints led to the rocks.

One set led back.

So Zab had been there, had seen the fall, and had left, abandoning her partner.

Now there were three of them left.

13 days to go.

Ila realized that the time for alliances was over.

The final phase was beginning.

Someone had to die so that the others could survive.

She returned to her camp and began to prepare.

Fatima learned of Amamira’s death the next day when she passed by the body.

She stopped for a moment, looked at it, and said a prayer for the deceased.

Then she moved on.

Death was inevitable in these conditions.

Fatima knew this from day one.

Salai had created a game where only one would survive.

Prayers would not help.

Only strength mattered.

Zanab kept her distance from the others.

She hid the leftover eggs and conserved water.

Her weight continued to drop, but she was alive.

That was the main thing.

12 more days.

She had to hold on.

She had to avoid Fatima and Ila.

They were stronger and more experienced.

She had no chance in a direct confrontation.

On the 20th day, the second death occurred.

Ila decided it was time to act.

Passive waiting was no longer working.

There was almost no food left, and their strength was fading.

Fatima was the oldest, but she was holding up well.

Zanab was young, but weak after being poisoned.

She was a logical target.

Ila tracked Zanab down at the water source.

She waited in the bushes until evening.

When Zinab came to fetch water, Ila came out of hiding.

Zab turned around, saw her, and backed away.

Ila walked slowly without rushing.

She said she knew about Amamira.

She knew that Zenob had left her to die.

Now it was Zob’s turn to pay.

Zob tried to run away, but Ila was faster.

She caught up with her, grabbed her by the hair, and threw her to the ground.

Zob screamed, scratched, and tried to break free.

Ila was 15 years older, but a month of survival had made her tough.

Her hands wrapped around Zob’s neck and squeezed.

Zenob gasped, tried to push her away, kicked her legs.

The forces were unequal.

Ila strangled her until she lost consciousness.

When Zanab’s body went limp, she dragged her to the spring.

She lowered her face into the water and held it there.

She counted in her mind.

60 seconds, 120, 180.

The body twitched several times, then fell completely still.

Ila held on for another minute to be sure.

Then she let go and stepped back.

Zab lay face down in the water, her arms outstretched.

Dead.

Ila returned to the camp.

Her hands were shaking.

She had killed a person, strangled her with her bare hands.

The feeling was strange.

Not pity, not horror, just emptiness.

and the realization that only Fatima was left.

10 days to go.

One of them would die, the other would get everything.

Fatima found Zenob’s body on the morning of the 21st day.

She pulled it out of the water and laid it on the shore.

The marks on her neck were clear.

Strangulation.

Leila.

So, the open hunt had begun.

Fatima returned to the cave and reinforced the entrance with stones.

She took the largest stone she could lift.

She sharpened the edge of a piece of silicon, creating something resembling a knife.

Now all she had to do was wait.

For the next 8 days, the women avoided each other.

Ila remained on the hill watching the island.

Fatima sat in the cave, leaving only to get water and food.

Both were starving.

There were fewer lizards.

They had gone into hiding.

The fish had gone deeper.

The plants had been eaten.

Their bodies were burning from within, consuming their last reserves.

On the 28th day, Leila realized that it was time to end it.

Two more days and the helicopter would arrive.

If both of them were alive, what would happen? The will did not provide for such a scenario.

She had to act now.

She went downstairs at night.

She knew where Fatima’s cave was.

She approached quietly and listened.

She could hear breathing inside.

Fatima was asleep.

Ila began to move the stones at the entrance.

Fatima woke up to the sound.

She jumped out with a stone in her hand.

She saw Ila in the dark.

A fight began.

Both were exhausted, but adrenaline gave them strength.

Fatima swung the stone.

Ila dodged.

She hit Fatima in the stomach and she doubled over.

Ila tried to knock her down, but Fatima hit her in the face with her elbow.

Ila fell, blood gushing from her broken lip.

Fatima threw herself on top of her and pinned her to the ground.

Ila was 9 years younger.

She was stronger.

She rolled Fatima over and ended up on top.

Her hands groped for her neck.

Fatima grabbed her hair, pulled it, and scratched her face.

Ila squeezed her throat with all her might.

Fatima gasped, choking.

Her blows weakened.

Her eyes rolled back.

When Fatima fell silent, Ila did not let go immediately.

She held on for a long time.

She remembered that Zenob had twitched after losing consciousness.

She had to make sure.

She sat on Fatima’s chest, choking her until her hands went numb.

Then she got up.

Fatima lay motionless dead.

Ila went to the water and washed her face.

Blood dripped into the spring.

She returned to her camp.

She lay down on the ground.

She did not sleep until morning.

She thought about what she had done.

Three women were dead.

She had killed two with her own hands.

She was the only one left.

In 2 days, the helicopter would arrive.

She had won.

The 29th day passed in anticipation.

Ila hardly moved.

Her strength was running out.

She drank water, nothing else.

She hadn’t eaten in 3 days.

The 30th day began at dawn.

Ila got up and went down to the shore.

She sat on the rocks and looked at the horizon.

At 10:00 in the morning, a dot appeared in the sky.

A helicopter.

It was approaching quickly.

It hovered over the shore and began to descend.

Ila got up and walked to the landing pad.

Her legs were buckling.

The helicopter landed.

The door opened.

The co-pilot jumped out and held out his hand.

Ila took it and they lifted her on board.

The helicopter took off.

Ila looked down at the island.

Three bodies were lying somewhere down there.

Amira was by the rock.

Zanob was by the spring.

Fatima was by the cave.

They were all dead.

She was alive.

That meant she had won.

The helicopter took Ila to a private clinic in Jedha.

The doctors conducted a full examination.

She had lost 18 kg in 30 days.

Dehydration, exhaustion, multiple abrasions and bruises.

Tests showed critically low levels of protein and electrolytes.

She was placed in a private room, hooked up to IVs, and started on restorative therapy.

The foundation’s lawyer visited her on the third day.

He brought documents for her to sign.

Leila was officially recognized as the sole surviving participant in the experiment.

According to Salet’s will, the entire inheritance passed to her.

$3 billion in assets, eight villas, two yachts, a controlling stake in a prochemical corporation, an investment portfolio, everything.

But there was a condition that Leila had not known about until that moment.

The lawyer explained that Salai had recorded an additional part of the will.

The winner must watch the entire 30-day recording on the island in the presence of 50 witnesses chosen by Salai.

This is a mandatory condition for receiving the inheritance.

Refusal means that all property will be transferred to a charitable foundation.

Leila asked why this was necessary.

The lawyer replied that it was Saler’s will.

He wanted the winner to see everything that had happened.

Every death, every murder, every moment recorded by 900 cameras, and he wanted his 50 friends to see it, too.

It was part of the punishment he had devised for his wives.

The viewing was scheduled for a week after Leila’s return.

She was discharged from the clinic.

She was taken to a private cinema in one of the hotels in Jedha.

The hall had 50 seats.

When Ila entered, all the seats were taken.

50 men in traditional white robes sat silently staring at her.

Salah’s business partners, friends of the family, influential people.

Ila was seated in the front row, center.

The lawyer explained that the recording was 8 hours long.

It was an edited version, including key moments.

There would be no breaks.

Ila had to watch it from beginning to end.

After that, the inheritance would be officially registered in her name.

The lights went out.

An aerial view of the island appeared on the screen.

Date: September 18th, 6:00 am A helicopter drops off four women.

The cameras show their faces.

Fatima, Leila, Amira, Zob, all alive and well.

They don’t know yet what awaits them.

The recording is sped up in places where nothing happens.

The main moments are shown, the first days of settling in, the search for water and food, meetings between the women, Zab and Amamira’s conversation about an alliance.

Their joint hunting and fishing.

Zanab’s attempt to steal food from Fatima.

A fight, a stone thrown by Fatima.

Then a scene on the rocks.

The 16th day.

Amamira climbs up to the nests.

The camera shows a closeup of her face.

Concentration.

Caution.

Then her foot slips.

Fall.

The impact with the rocks below is recorded from another angle.

The body remains motionless.

The camera switches to Zob below.

She runs up.

She kneels down beside her.

Amira says something, her lips moving.

She asks for help.

Zob looks at her.

30 seconds of stillness.

Then she bends down, takes the eggs from Amira’s bag.

She takes a knife, a bottle of water.

She stands up.

She leaves.

The camera remains on Amamira’s face.

Pain, horror, the realization that she has been abandoned.

The next 4 hours of agony are shown in fast motion.

Amamira tries to scream.

Then she falls silent.

Her breathing becomes shallow.

By evening, it stops.

The time of death is recorded.

2332.

Ila sat motionless.

She stared at the screen.

Rare comments from the men could be heard around her.

Someone said that Zob had done the right thing.

The weak must die.

Someone else condemned her.

Others remained silent.

The recording continued.

Day 20.

Leila tracks Zob to the spring.

The camera shows it from three angles.

Ambush, chase, struggle.

Ila’s hands on Zob’s neck.

pressure, gasping, body twitching, then a face in the water.

Three minutes of stillness, death.

Ila watched herself on the screen.

She saw her face at that moment.

Concentration, determination, no regret.

She killed methodically, efficiently, like a person who has made a decision and carries it out.

The men in the room looked at her with different expressions.

Admiration, disgust, curiosity.

The final scene, the 28th night.

Leila approaches Fatima’s cave.

She moves the rocks.

Fatima jumps out.

The fight is recorded in infrared light because it was dark.

Two silhouettes struggle on the ground, blows, screams, then one silhouette on top, hands on the other’s neck.

Long immobility, death.

The recording ended.

The lights came on.

Ila sat with her back straight, her hands on her knees.

Her face was emotionless.

50 men looked at her.

The lawyer stood up and announced that the viewing was over.

The condition of the will had been fulfilled.

The inheritance would be formalized within a week.

Ila was taken to one of the villas that now belonged to her.

A huge house overlooking the Red Sea.

20 rooms, a swimming pool, a garden, servants.

All of this was now hers.

She went inside and went up to the master bedroom.

She lay down on the bed.

She closed her eyes.

She didn’t sleep all night.

The children of the three murdered wives filed a class action lawsuit a month later.

They accused Ila of murdering their mothers.

They demanded that she be stripped of her inheritance and prosecuted.

The trial lasted 3 months.

Ila’s lawyers presented a copy of the will and documents confirming the voluntary consent of all participants.

They argued that the women were aware of the risks and had signed a waiver.

The court reviewed all the materials.

The judge ruled that Leila’s actions were part of an agreed game organized by the late Salet.

All participants were of legal age, legally competent, and signed the consent form voluntarily.

The deaths of Amira and Zob were the result of the conditions of the game.

No criminal case was opened.

The lawsuit was dismissed.

The children appealed, but the appeal was rejected by the Supreme Court.

The influence of Saler’s family and his friends connections played a role.

The case was closed for good.

Leila officially became the richest woman in the country.

The press wrote several articles about the billionaire’s widow who inherited his fortune.

The details of the trial were not published.

The family kept the information private, but the recording from the island ended up on the dark web 6 months later.

One of the 50 witnesses leaked it.

8 hours of footage spread across closed forums.

It became the most viewed content in the real violence category.

Millions of views, comments in different languages.

People discussed who was right, who was wrong, who should have survived.

International human rights organizations demanded an investigation.

The UN sent a request to the Saudi government.

The Ministry of Justice replied that the case had been reviewed by a national court.

All participants acted voluntarily.

The country’s laws had not been violated.

No further action was taken.

Leila began to have trouble sleeping.

3 months after her return, she woke up in the middle of the night from nightmares.

She saw the faces of Zanab and Fatima, their eyes at the moment of death, their hands around her neck.

She started taking sleeping pills.

Then she increased the dose.

The sleeping pills stopped helping.

She switched to stronger drugs.

Her eldest daughter visited her once a week.

She saw how her mother was changing, losing weight, neglecting herself.

She would sit for hours in one room staring out the window.

Her daughter suggested psychotherapy.

Ila refused.

She said everything was fine.

She was just tired.

A year after her return, Ila took the entire package of sleeping pills at once.

She washed them down with whiskey.

She lay down on the bed.

The maid found her in the morning.

An ambulance was called.

They pumped her stomach.

She was placed in a psychiatric clinic for 2 weeks.

After her discharge, Ila announced that she was donating her entire inheritance to a charitable foundation that helps women who are victims of domestic violence.

All 3 bill200 million.

She kept only one villa and a monthly allowance for herself.

Her children tried to challenge the decision.

They said that their mother was in an inadequate state.

The court ordered a psychiatric examination.

The experts recognized Ila as legally competent.

The decision to transfer the property was approved.

The money went to the fund.

Ila left Saudi Arabia a month later.

She moved to Lebanon.

She settled in a convent in the mountains near Beirut.

She converted to Islam but lived in a Christian convent by agreement with the Abbas.

She spent her days in prayer and working in the garden.

She had almost no contact with anyone.

Her daughter visited her once every 6 months.

She said that her mother was calm but distant as if she lived in another world.

She did not talk about the past.

She did not mention the island.

She did not mention the names Amira, Zinab, Fatima.

She lived each day as if it were her last.

She awaited death as a deliverance.

The story became a legend in small circles.

It was talked about as the most brutal game of survival in history.

Documentaries were made for underground channels.

Articles were written in alternative media, but officially the case remained closed.

The Saudi authorities refused to comment.

This is the real price of an inheritance obtained through the death of others.

The modern world allows rich people to create rules that seem impossible.

Technology makes it possible to record every moment, but laws do not always protect the weak when the strong have money and connections.

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A 29-year-old Indonesian nurse died 4 hours after tasting her wedding cake at a luxury hotel in Dubai.

A lethal dose of poison was found in her blood and the murder was ordered by seven heirs of her former patient.

Dina Sari arrived in Abu Dhabi in March 2022 on a contract with a private clinic that specialized in paliotative care for wealthy patients.

She was 27 years old, had graduated from medical school in Jakarta, and had worked at a local hospital for 3 years before deciding to move.

The salary in the Emirates was 10 times higher than at home.

And Dena planned to save money to help her parents in the village and her younger brother with his education.

The clinic was located in a modern building in the city center, served no more than 20 patients at a time, and each of them had their own personal medical staff.

Mansour al-Maktum was brought to the clinic a week after Dena’s arrival.

He was 81 years old, and doctors diagnosed him with terminal pancreatic cancer that had metastasized to his liver.

Treatment was pointless.

The only goal was to ease his pain and provide dignified care during the last months of his life.

Mansour built his fortune in the oil industry in the 1970s and 1980s when the Emirates were experiencing an economic boom.

He owned shares in three oil companies, a chain of gas stations, and commercial real estate in Abu Dhabi and Dubai.

His fortune was estimated at around $800 million.

Dina became his primary nurse.

Her shift began at 6:00 am and ended at 1000 pm 6 days a week.

She helped Mansour with his hygiene, fed him when he was too weak to eat on his own, changed his painkiller IVs, checked his vitals, and simply stayed by his side when the pain became unbearable.

In the first few weeks, Maner hardly spoke.

He lay staring at the ceiling and only moaned when the pain intensified.

Dena spoke to him in simple English, which she had learned for work, telling him about the weather outside, the news, and what was being prepared for breakfast at the clinic.

She didn’t know if he was listening, but the doctors said that her voice helped patients feel less lonely.

Maner had seven children from three marriages.

His eldest son, Akmed, was 54 and ran one of his father’s oil companies.

His youngest daughter Fatima was 32 and lived in London where she worked as an interior designer.

The other five children were between 35 and 48 years old.

All of them receiving monthly payments from the family fund and working in various positions in their father’s business or running their own projects with his money.

Mansour’s first wife had died 20 years ago.

His second wife had divorced him and moved to Paris, and his third wife, 30 years his junior, had also filed for divorce when she learned of his diagnosis.

The children rarely visited their father.

Akmed came once every 2 weeks, stayed for 15 to 20 minutes, asked how he was feeling, and left, citing business matters.

The others appeared less frequently, sometimes three or four at a time, spent 10 minutes in the ward, and returned to their lives.

Dena noticed that they hardly spoke to their father directly.

They talked to the doctors, asked about the prognosis, how long he had left, but communicated with Mansour himself formally as if he were a stranger.

After their visits, he usually became silent and refused to eat.

The turning point came a month after he was admitted to the clinic.

Dena was reading Mansour the news in English from her tablet when he suddenly stopped her.

He asked her to tell him something about herself instead.

Dena was taken aback.

She was used to maintaining a professional distance, but there was something so tired and sincere in his voice that she decided to answer.

She told him about the village in central Java where she grew up, about her parents who grew rice, about her brother who dreamed of becoming an engineer but couldn’t afford university in Jakarta.

Mansour listened without interrupting, then said that his father had also been a farmer.

He remembered carrying water to the fields as a child and thinking that he would never escape that life.

It was the first time he had ever spoken about his past.

After that, they began talking every day.

Mansour talked about how in the 1950s, there was nothing in the Emirates but sand and fishing villages.

How at the age of 20, he got a job as a worker on the first oil well and within 10 years rose to become a manager.

He told her how he bought his first share in the company by taking out a loan against his house and how he nearly went bankrupt during the oil crisis of 1973.

Dina listened and Moner perked up.

He began to eat better, joke around, ask her opinion on the news and request that she turn on the music.

The doctors said his emotional state had improved, although he continued to weaken physically.

Dena spent more time with him than her schedule required.

She stayed after her shift if she saw that he was lonely, brought him fruit from the local market that he loved, and played Indonesian songs on YouTube so he could hear the music of her homeland.

Once she brought photos of her family, and Mansour looked at them for a long time, asking about each one.

Then he asked her to write to his brother on his behalf and say that he was willing to pay for his education.

Dina refused, saying it was too much, but Mansour insisted.

He said he had money, but it was useless if he couldn’t help people who really deserved it.

Mansour’s children noticed these changes.

Ahmed once stayed behind after a visit and spoke to the head doctor, expressing concern that the nurse was spending too much time with his father and that it might be inappropriate.

The doctor replied that Dena was following all protocols and that her attentiveness was beneficial to the patient.

Ahmed did not argue but asked to be kept informed of any significant changes in his father’s condition.

A few days later, Mansour’s two other children came together and also asked questions about Dena, how often she communicated with their father, and what they talked about.

The clinic administration assured them that everything was within normal limits.

By summer, Mansour was barely getting out of bed.

The pain had intensified.

The morphine doses had been increased and he spent most of his time in a semi days.

But when Dina came, he tried to be conscious.

They talked less, but he held her hand, and it seemed to her that this gave him more peace than the medication.

One day in late June, he asked her to bring a notary.

He said he wanted to make changes to his will.

Diana was frightened and tried to dissuade him, saying that it was none of her business and that his family might misunderstand.

Mansour replied that his family had understood everything correctly long ago, that they were only waiting for his death for the money, that over the past year and a half, they had spent less time with him than she had in a single week.

The notary arrived 2 days later.

He was accompanied by a lawyer who prepared the documents and an independent doctor who was to confirm that Mansour was of sound mind and capable of making decisions.

The conversation was recorded on video.

Mansour spoke slowly, pausing because of the pain but clearly and coherently.

He stated that he was leaving Dinasari $45 million and a villa on Sadiat Island which was worth about $22 million.

The rest of his estate, about $733 million, was to be divided equally among his seven children.

The lawyer asked if he understood the consequences of this decision, and Mansour replied that he understood completely.

He said that Dena had given him more dignity and human warmth in recent months than he had received from his own children in the last 20 years, that she deserved this money for her kindness, and he wanted her to be able to live a life without the difficulties he himself had gone through.

Dena only learned about the will after it was signed when the lawyer informed her separately.

She was shocked and tried to convince Mansour to change his decision, saying that it would create problems and that his children would not forgive either him or her.

Mansour was adamant.

He said that this was his last decision as a free man and that he wanted to die knowing that at least someone would get real benefit from his fortune rather than just continuing to spend money on luxuries without thinking about its value.

In mid August 2023, Moner’s condition deteriorated sharply.

The doctors warned the family that it was a matter of days.

All seven children came to the clinic and took turns staying there.

Akmed insisted that someone from the family always be in the room when Dena was there.

Dena felt their gaze, their tension, but continued to do her job.

Mansour was almost never conscious, but when he was, he looked for her, not the children.

On August 21st at 4:00 in the morning, Mansour died.

Ahmed, his two sisters, and Dena, who was holding his hand, were there.

His death was quiet.

He simply stopped breathing.

Akmed called the others, and within half an hour, the whole family had gathered at the clinic.

They collected the documents.

The doctors issued a death certificate, and the body was taken to the morg to be prepared for burial.

According to Islamic traditions, Dena went home at 6:00 in the morning.

She cried in the taxi.

Over the past year and a half, Moner had become more than just a patient to her.

He was a person she sincerely respected and cared for.

The reading of the will was scheduled for 3 days after the funeral as required by law.

The family gathered at the law firm’s office in downtown Abu Dhabi.

Dena was invited there as well, but she didn’t understand why.

The lawyer began to read the document, and when he reached the clause about the $45 million and the villa for Dina Sari, the room fell completely silent.

Then Ahmed stood up so abruptly that his chair fell backward.

He slammed his fist on the table and shouted that it was impossible, that his father had been ill and didn’t understand what he was doing.

The other children also jumped up and spoke at once, accusing Dena of manipulation, of taking advantage of a dying man’s weakness.

The lawyer tried to calm them down, saying that the will had been drawn up according to all the rules, that there was a video recording confirming Mansour’s legal capacity at the time of signing and a conclusion from an independent doctor.

Ahmed demanded a copy of the recording immediately.

When it was played, everyone fell silent and watched as their father explained his decision.

After watching, Ahmed turned to Dena and said that she would answer for this, that they would not allow some nurse to steal their family’s money.

Dena tried to explain that she hadn’t asked for this, that she had even tried to dissuade Mansour, but no one listened.

The younger daughter, Fatima, called her a prostitute who was hunting for a rich old man.

The lawyer called security and the meeting ended in scandal.

The next day, Mansour’s family filed a lawsuit in Abu Dhabi court demanding that the will be declared invalid on the grounds of undue influence on an incapacitated person.

They claimed that their father was in a state where he was unable to make rational decisions due to pain, medication, and emotional stress.

They claimed that Dina deliberately isolated him from his family, manipulated his feelings, and convinced him to leave her a huge sum of money.

The lawsuit included testimony from several clinic employees who confirmed that Dena spent an unusual amount of time with Mansour and that there was a noticeable emotional closeness between them that was not typical of a nurse patient relationship.

Dena had to hire a lawyer.

The clinic helped her find a law firm that specialized in inheritance disputes.

Her case was taken on by 35-year-old Lebanese lawyer Karim Nasser, who worked for an international firm and had experience in similar cases.

He said right away that the case would be difficult, that the family would use all their connections and resources, but that the truth was on Dena’s side if she did not hide anything important.

Dina told him everything as it was.

Karim studied the video recording, medical records, and records of the children’s visits to the clinic and concluded that they had a strong case.

The trial began in November 2023 and lasted 8 months.

The Mansour family’s lawyers presented 23 witnesses to the court, including distant relatives, former business partners, and three clinic employees who agreed to testify against Dena.

The strategy was simple, to portray her as a calculating gold digger who used her professional position to manipulate a dying man.

Akmed was the first to take the stand.

He spoke confidently with undisguised anger.

He said that in recent years, his father had often lost his mental clarity, forgotten his children’s names, and confused dates.

When he was admitted to the clinic, he was so exhausted by illness and medication that he was unable to make important decisions.

The family had noticed several times that Dena would sit with him alone behind closed doors and that after such meetings, their father would become distant from his relatives.

Kareem began his cross-examination with the medical records.

He presented documents confirming that Mansour underwent monthly cognitive tests and the results showed normal brain function until the very last weeks of his life.

He presented correspondence between Akmed and the company’s accountant in which a month before his father’s death, Akmed discussed the strategy for selling one of the assets after receiving the inheritance.

He asked how a son so concerned about his father’s health was already planning to dispose of his money.

Akmed said it was just business preparation, but in the courtroom, his words sounded unconvincing.

One of the clinic’s employees, a nurse named Yousef, who testified in favor of the family, said that Dena often stayed after her shift and that he heard her talking to Mansour about her financial problems.

Karim asked for clarification as to when exactly this was.

Yousef gave approximate dates in May 2023.

Karim presented time sheets showing that Ysef had not been at work on those days.

He then showed Ysef’s bank statements which showed that a week before the trial, $20,000 had been deposited into his account from one of the companies owned by Mansour’s family.

Yousef was confused and said it was payment for consulting services, but he couldn’t explain what kind.

The judge reprimanded the plaintiff’s lawyers, and Yousef’s testimony was deemed questionable.

The next witness was Mansour’s second wife, Leila, who divorced him 8 years ago and lived in Paris.

She flew in especially for the trial, and her testimony was most unexpected.

Ila said that she had known Mansour for 30 years and that he had always been cold in relationships, unable to express his feelings.

She said she left him precisely because of this emotional emptiness despite their luxurious lifestyle.

But then she said something that changed the mood in the courtroom.

She admitted that Mansour once told her that his children were only interested in money.

He regretted that he had given them everything too easily and that they had grown up without understanding the value of work.

This was a year before their divorce and Ila remembered this conversation because it was the first time Mansour had spoken to her candidly about his regrets.

The family’s lawyers tried to discredit Ila, hinting that she was taking revenge on her ex-husband and his children, but she remained calm.

She said she had no interest in the case, that she had received enough in the divorce and was simply telling the truth.

That if Mansour had left the money to the nurse who had cared for him in his final days, that was his right.

And perhaps it was the only truly honest decision he had made in recent years.

By the end of February 2024, it became clear that the family did not have enough evidence.

The video recording of the will was convincing.

Mansour spoke clearly, answered the lawyer’s questions without hesitation, and explained the motives for his decision rationally.

Medical records confirmed that at the time of signing, he was not taking any drugs that could seriously affect his consciousness.

Dena testified calmly, answered all questions in detail, and did not try to hide anything.

She talked about her conversations with Mansour, about what he said about life, about his regrets, about his children.

She admitted that she was surprised and frightened when she learned about the will, that she tried to dissuade him, but he was adamant.

Karim presented additional evidence that showed the real picture of the family’s relationship with Mansour.

He obtained records of phone calls from the clinic over the past year and a half.

Mansour had called his children 46 times during that period and 32 of those calls had gone unanswered.

When they called back, the conversations lasted an average of 3 to 4 minutes.

Visitation log showed that over 18 months, the children had spent a total of about 20 hours with their father.

Dena spent more than 4,000 hours with him during the same period.

The judge asked both sides for their closing arguments.

The family’s lawyer spoke about traditional values, about the fact that inheritance should remain in the family, about the fact that medical workers should not receive material benefits from their proximity to patients.

Kareem responded that the law protects a person’s right to dispose of their property as they see fit, provided they are of sound mind, that no traditions can override this right, that the children had received a huge fortune, $14 million each, and that their claims were based solely on greed, not justice.

On July 9th, 2024, the court issued its ruling.

The will was declared fully valid.

In his ruling, the judge stated that all procedural requirements had been met, that Mansour al- Maktum was of sound mind at the time of signing the document, and that there were insufficient grounds to believe that he had been subjected to undue pressure.

Dena was awarded $45 million and a villa on Sadiat Island.

The family had the right to appeal, but their lawyers said the chances of success were minimal.

After the ruling was announced, Dena left the courthouse under the gaze of dozens of cameras.

The media coverage of the case was moderate, but local newspapers and several international publications wrote about it as a rare example of a medical professional receiving a huge inheritance from a patient.

Journalists shouted questions, but Dina did not respond.

Kareem led her out through a side exit, and they drove away in his car.

At that point, there was more than just a professional relationship between them.

During the 8 months of the trial, they spent several hours together almost every day.

Kareem prepared her for her testimony.

They met in his office, discussed strategy, and studied documents.

Dena told him about her life in Indonesia, about the fear she felt before the trial, about how she felt guilty even though she had done nothing wrong.

Karim listened, reassured her, and told her that she should not be ashamed of the kindness she had shown to a dying man.

Gradually, their conversations became more personal.

They had dinner after their meetings, walked along the embankment, talked about life, their plans, and what would happen after the trial.

Karim grew up in Beirut, studied law at the American University, and moved to the Emirates 10 years ago.

He was divorced, had no children, lived alone in an apartment in Dubai, and devoted most of his time to work.

He said he had never met anyone who cared so sincerely about other people as Dena did.

Her story with Mansour showed him that kindness still exists in a world where most people only think about profit.

Dena also felt that Karim was special.

He didn’t see her as a client or as a woman who had suddenly become rich.

He saw her for who she really was with all her fears and doubts.

After winning the court case, they began dating openly.

Kareem introduced her to his friends and they went on a weekend trip to Oman to the mountains where Dena saw such landscapes for the first time.

She laughed more than she had in all her years working in the Emirates.

3 months after the trial ended in October 2024, Karim proposed to her.

They were on the beach in Ras Alka watching the sunset and he took out a diamond ring and said he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.

Dena cried as she said yes.

She called her parents in Indonesia and they couldn’t believe their ears.

Their daughter, who 3 years ago had been earning $300 a month at a hospital in Jakarta, was now rich and about to marry a successful lawyer.

But while Dena and Karim were planning their future, Manser’s seven children gathered in Ahmed’s private office in downtown Abu Dhabi.

The meeting was secret with no secretaries or assistants present.

Akmed closed the door and turned on a device that jammed wire taps.

He said that the legal route had not worked, but that did not mean they should give up.

The nurse had stolen their money by taking advantage of their father’s weakness, and they were entitled to justice.

His younger brother, Salik, the 40-year-old manager of the family’s investment company, asked what he was proposing.

Akmed replied that there were other ways to solve the problem.

The conversation lasted 2 hours.

They discussed various options.

Someone suggested bribing officials and freezing Dena’s accounts, but that was too obvious and could lead to a scandal.

Someone else suggested hiring people to intimidate her and force her to leave the country, giving up the money.

But Akmed said that she had already received the money in her account, and intimidation would not work.

He proposed a radical plan.

If Dena died without making a will, her inheritance would legally pass to her closest relatives, that is, her parents in Indonesia, and it would be possible to come to an agreement with them.

They were simple villagers who would be frightened by the legal complications and would agree to a settlement for a symbolic amount.

Not everyone supported this idea right away.

The middle daughter, Amina, said it was too dangerous and that they could end up in prison.

But Ahmed insisted.

He said that if everything was done correctly, it would look like a natural death or an accident.

That they could hire professionals who would leave no traces.

That they had enough money and connections to arrange it so that no one would suspect them.

Sali supported his brother.

He said that Dana did not deserve the money and that their father had been delusional in the last months of his life.

that if they didn’t stop her now, she would squander their family’s fortune, and that would be a betrayal of their father’s memory.

One by one, the other five agreed.

Fatima, the youngest daughter, was the last.

She was silent for a long time, then said she agreed, but only if it looked like an accident and if no one in the family was directly involved in carrying it out.

Akmed knew people who could help.

Through his driver, who had worked for the family for 20 years and was completely loyal, he contacted a man who had previously handled various sensitive matters for wealthy Emirati families.

This man’s name was Zed.

He was about 50 years old.

He worked as an independent security consultant, but in reality, he dealt with things that were not talked about openly.

Zed agreed to meet in a neutral place in a cafe on the outskirts of Dubai where no one knew them.

Akmed arrived alone and explained the situation.

Zed listened without interrupting, then asked about the budget and the timeline.

Akmed said that money was not a problem, but it had to happen before the end of the year.

Zed replied that the cleanest way was to use poison that would mimic a natural cause of death.

There are substances that cause cardiac arrest and break down in the body so quickly that they are almost impossible to detect in a normal autopsy.

The problem is how to get the substance into the victim’s body without being noticed.

They discussed options for several weeks.

Zad watched Dena studying her roots, habits, and social circle.

He found out that she rarely went to restaurants alone, that she cooked at home or ate with Kareem.

She had no bad habits, did not smoke, and hardly drank alcohol.

It was difficult to poison her food or drinks in her daily life because access to her home was restricted, and there were too many witnesses and cameras in restaurants.

Then Zed learned that Da was planning a wedding.

Karim had booked a banquet hall at the Burj Alarab Hotel for February 2025, and invitations had already been sent out to 200 guests.

It was the perfect opportunity at the wedding.

There would be a cake that would be cut and distributed to the guests.

If poison were added to a specific part of the cake, the part that only the bride and groom would eat, it would look like an accident.

And if both died, the investigation would be complicated because it would be unclear who the target was.

Zed proposed this plan to Ahmed in December 2024.

Akmed gathered all seven of them again and they discussed the details.

Fatima asked if the lawyer’s death would cause additional problems.

Akmed replied that on the contrary, it would divert suspicion from them because Karim might have his own enemies and the investigation would go in a different direction.

Salik supported the idea.

The others agreed.

They decided to proceed.

Zad began looking for a way to gain access to the cake.

He discovered that the wedding cake had been ordered from a prestigious bakery in Dubai that specialized in exclusive orders for wealthy clients.

The cake was to be five tiers high decorated with gold elements and cost $15,000.

The bakery had a permanent staff of eight, including the owner, two master bakers, and five assistants.

Zed spent 3 weeks figuring out which of them might be vulnerable.

One of the assistants was a 32-year-old Pakistani named Rashid who had been working at the bakery for 4 years.

Rashid earned12 hours $100 a month, lived in a worker’s dormatory and sent most of his money to his family in Karach where he had a sick mother and three younger brothers.

Zad approached him through a mutual acquaintance, introducing himself as a businessman who needed a favor.

He offered $200,000 for one simple operation to add powder to a certain part of the wedding cake.

Rasheed refused immediately.

He said it was illegal and dangerous.

Zed did not insist, but returned a week later with a new offer.

$250,000 and a guarantee of safety.

He said that the powder would not cause any harm, that it was just a mild laxative for a wedding prank ordered by the groom’s friends.

Rashid did not believe him, but Zed was convincing.

He showed him the cash, 10 bundles of $25,000 each.

He said that Rashid would receive half immediately and half after the job was done.

Rasheed thought about it for 3 days.

$250,000 meant he could buy a house for his family in Karach, pay for his mother’s medical treatment, and educate his brothers.

He agreed on the condition that no one would be seriously hurt.

Zad assured him that everything would be fine, that it was just a harmless joke.

He handed him a small plastic bag with white powder and explained exactly where to add it to the top tier of the cake from which the first piece is cut for the bride and groom.

The powder had to be mixed with the cream so that it was evenly distributed only in this part.

The other tiers had to remain clean.

Rashid received the first half of the money, $125,000 in early February.

The wedding was scheduled for February 15th.

The cake was to be delivered to the hotel on the morning of that day.

Rasheed worked on it for 3 days with two other pastry chefs.

When the last day came on the evening of February 14th, everyone else went home and Rasheed stayed behind supposedly to finish the final decorations.

He took out the bag of powder and mixed it with the cream for the top tier as Zed had explained.

His hands were shaking.

He knew he was doing something wrong, but he already had the money and it was too late to back out.

On February 15th, 2025, the final preparations for the wedding began at the Burge Alarab Hotel.

Dena and Karim had booked one of the large halls overlooking the Persian Gulf, decorated with white orchids and gold draperies.

The ceremony was scheduled to begin at 5:00 in the evening with the banquet at 7:00.

Dena arrived at the hotel in the morning with her friends who were helping her get ready.

She chose a dress by a Lebanese designer embroidered with pearls and crystals costing $80,000.

Kareem was waiting for her in the next room with friends who had flown in from Beirut especially for the wedding.

The cake was delivered at 2:00 in the afternoon.

Rashid personally brought it with the owner of the bakery.

They placed it on a separate table in the center of the hall and checked that all the tears were in place and that the decorations had not been damaged during transport.

Rashid tried not to look at the cake too closely.

He had done what was required of him, received the second part of the money the day before and now just wanted to leave, but the owner lingered to photograph the cake for the bakery’s portfolio and Rasheed was forced to wait.

When they finally left, it was 3:00 in the afternoon.

Rasheed immediately went home, packed his things, and bought a ticket for the evening flight to Karach.

He planned to leave the Emirates for good.

The ceremony went off without a hitch.

Dina and Karim exchanged vows in front of 200 guests, including Kareem’s colleagues, Dena’s friends from the clinic, and several relatives from both sides.

Dena’s parents flew in from Indonesia and her mother cried with happiness.

Kareem’s father, an elderly law professor from Beirut, gave a speech about how true love is tested not by wealth, but by the ability of two people to support each other in difficult times.

After the ceremony, the guests moved to the banquet hall and dinner began.

Dina was happy.

She danced with Kareem, talked to the guests, and thanked everyone for coming to share this day with them.

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