The minute Sam heard her friend say: “I have an idea”, she knew something crazy had come to her mind. Charlotte had the craziest ideas, and most of the time, her plans led up to a huge mess. Like the time they tried to prank their Greek teacher for giving them a low grade on their end of course project. Charlotte put glue on the blackboard eraser, so, when the teacher took it, it would get stuck in her hand. However, the teacher sent one of her students to do that job and, to make things worse, the girl was allergic to the glue's compounds, which caused her a horrific allergic reaction. In sight of the events, Charlotte and Samanta could not bear the guilt and confessed their mischief, earning them a one week suspension.
She knew this could be no exception. As soon as Charlotte left the room wearing the burka and with Sam's speech in her hands, Samanta had a hunch. Aháva was holding her hand, looking at her with fear, which confirmed it. The crazy plan would not work. As soon as they realized that was not Samanta speaking, people would begin to wonder.
“What am I even doing?” She asked herself.
Her daughter looked at her as though she was out of her mind.
“Mommy! Where are we going? Where's daddy?” The young girl cried.
“No time for questions, honey. Just walk, please” Samanta was terrified.
“But, mommy…” the girl started getting nervous. “Why are we running?” She asked. At that point, Sam regretted raising her child to be so curious and independent. Aháva was smart and hard to cheat. She knew something fishy was going on. “Mommy!” the girl yelled and pulled her mother's hand, demanding an explanation. “What's wrong? Why are you scared?”
Sam kneeled and hugged her while her eyes fogged up.
“I'm fine, honey. I am not scared. I promise, I'll explain everything when we're home” she stood up and walked on, holding her daughter's hand tightly.
She sped up her strides and looked all around. Her heart was pounding.
She rushed around the corner to get to her car, but as she crossed, she looked the other side, not noticing the person coming towards them.
She could not stop herself from walking into this man, falling hard on the floor, while the cause of her fall tried helping her back on her feet.
“I am very sorry. I did not see you. Honestly, I…” words stumbled upon one another in his throat.
“Don't worry. I'm fine” Sam stood up, shaking her clothes.
As soon as their eyes met. Her world started to crumble.
Dominik was looking back at her, dumbfounded.
“Mommy, are you okay? You bounced right off Mr. Dominik!” Said Aháva, giggling.
Mommy? That word pulled Dominik from his stupor. He shook his head and looked at the girl next to Samanta. Their daughter.
Samanta could not believe this, right in front of her she had the man she grew to loathe, the man who, seven years back, humiliated her and viciously despised. The same man who caused her dreams and nightmares alike.Her racing heartbeat, from the surprise became so subtle, and turned into anger. She felt her blood starting to boil and, unable to control her thoughts, she obeyed her instincts. She had spent so many nights crying, in pain and bitterness, so many days of beautiful memories rotting into horrifying nightmares, all those years of silence and cold from him. Samanta was furious and, her first instinct was to slap him across the face that caused tiny treads of blood to burst from Dominik's lower lip.Aháva opened her eyes big as plates.“Mommy, he apologized, Why did you hit him?”“Apologies are not enough —muttered Samanta.”Dominik stood immobile before them, he could only look back and forth between Samanta and that young girl calling mommy the one woman who once gave him
Amir looked again at the woman on the podium, offering the launching speech of the first Annual Islamic Encounter and he knew that was not his wife. Knowing he was being cheated made him angry, and he felt even worse when he started jumping to conclusions regarding his wife's whereabouts. Never had he ever felt so jealous, territorial, knowing a certain man was lurking around put him on edge.Mr. Abdel Halim, president of the board of the museum was watching closely at the woman speaking. He had no idea what was going on and Amir wouldn't be the one to break it to him, so he waited until Charlotte was done reading the paper sheets in her hands and got off the stage.Amir walked up to her in long strides, grabbing her by the arm.“Where is Samanta?” he asked.Charlie shrugged and denied with her head.He let out a cuss word in Arabic and without another word, he went out looking for his wife. Charlotte followed, with Carlos behind them.
“Please. Let go. Just let me go” Sam was beginning to lose her composure.Aháva could not understand what was happening. Why was this stranger holding her mommy? Why was mommy so sad?“Sir, leave mommy alone” she said, and started punching his leg.Dominik let go of Samanta and leaned in to hold, very carefully, the tiny hands that hit him.“Little one, I mean no harm to mommy.”Those two green little eyes looked right into his and filled him with the purest love. Samanta could not deny it. The girl he was holding, was his daughter, his blood, living proof of the love that still burns inside of her.He bent over and, unable to refrain, he hugged her tiny body in the warmest embrace.Aháva could not understand why this man was holding her.“Get away from my family. God damn bastard” yelled Amir, approaching them like a whirlwind.Dominik stood up and looked at the man threatening to punch him.“No, Amir. Calm down” his wife asked, standing between them.“What is all of this, Samanta?”
“What the hell is that prick up to?” Charlie was pacing back and forth.“Who was that man, auntie Charlie?” Asked Aháva. This was way over her poor little head.“He's your daddy” said Carlos by inertia. Charlotte turned and glared at him. "Oh my god! She didn't know?”Aháva felt her little heart started pounding and she felt a huge need to cry. It could not be true. That was not her daddy. No way.“Here they are, sweetie” Amir told Sam where her friends and family were.Samanta ran to Aháva and held her like there was no tomorrow.“Mommy?” Aháva whispered“Yes, love?”“Is that true?”“Is what true, love?”“That man… Mr. Dominik…” the girl let go of her mother and took one step back. “Is he my father?” Samanta froze hearing those words. She did not know what to do. She did not know what to say.“I am your daddy, honey” Amir approached Aháva, but the girl took another step back. “Baby? What's wrong? It's me, daddy.”“Mommy? Be honest, please.”Samanta nodded.»I need to go home” said th
Dominik had his soul in deep pain. The woman he had just met had nothing to do with his sweet, innocent Samanta. In her eyes there was anger, pain, resentment and bitterness. He felt his heart shrink as he remembered the angelic face he saw the first time they met. That girl moved him, with just looking at her. Knowing she was his daughter made him feel like in some sort of weird dream. He couldn't stop thinking about Samanta and that man, most likely her husband. He remembered Dihanna.“You should talk to your wife. She's not innocent either.”Friedrich's voice resonated in his head, torturing him again.He refused to believe it. No. Dihanna could not have a part in this awful lie. Thinking everything was a product of Friedrich's lie made his blood boil again.“That son of a bitch” he mumbled.Dominik seemed like a caged lion. walking in circles in his hotel room. Feeling desperate, powerless and anxious.He took his phone and called his wife.“Dominik? Where have you been? You're no
Two days went by since the nasty encounter with Dominik, and Samanta could not manage to focus on her things. Amir got so annoying with his jealousy attacks, because she admitted she loved him and she should not fear the return of a ghost from the past.The mood among the Mobareks was tense.Amir got very distant to his wife and Samanta used any excuse she could to be away from home while her husband was there.They shared their bed at night, but they had no choice.Aháva isolated herself in her room the whole weekend. She was in her room this morning, upset at her parents for hiding the truth from her. She grew up thinking Amir was her father, and she loved him like he was. She loved her dad very much. Thinking of that other man made her sad. She had never met him in her life and suddenly he comes up saying she's his daughter? She was very confused.Her bedroom door opened. It was her mother, who found her child sitting by the window with a notebook in her hands. Her diary. At least,
Sunlight seeped in through the window, lighting up Dominik's face, whom was still fast asleep. A sheet covered half his body, leaving his chest uncovered. On the other side of the room you could hear Carlos snoring, also asleep. They were both exhausted from the day before, when they scavenged the whole town, looking for diversion as they waited to hear from Weigand's lawyer. They profited their spare time to discover some places in Egypt.Dominik needed some leisure.The sound of his phone made him move around in his sheets. He stretched out his arm and looked around on the bed side table with his hand. He opened the phone with his eyes still closed and answered in grunts.“Hello” the voice on the other end of the line woke him up immediately. “Yes. Yes, go ahead” silence. “No. I was awake already. Tell me.”“Morning, Mr. Weigand. I'm calling in to let you know the notice has been received” it was his lawyer, Mr. Hallagan.“What? What notice?” Dominik was disoriented.“The day before
The day Dominik had been waiting for, had come. He got out of bed with a smile. He wasn't sure whether he was so happy to see Samanta or because he'd be seeing his little daughter. Doubts and remorse came to his mind, thinking of this young girl who probably hated him right now. He was a stranger to his daughter, and the thought of that caused him pain.He put on a spectacular gray suit, with no tie, he bought the day before. He looked flawless from head to toe.Mr. Hallagan, his lawyer had arrived the night before and was expecting him at the hotel lobby.Carlos left early, not saying where he was going, he wanted no part in this, for his relationship with Samanta and how Dominik had grown in him lately, too. We could say they had become friends. But they couldn't. He thought he should do something since Dominik was a victim in all of this, and Samanta had to understand this somehow. He understood she was upset, but he could not sympathize. He had to find a way to show his friend, pu
I turned to the man who was talking to me. There was something in that voice that made me evoke a thousand memories. I looked at him carefully for a while, because although his face was very familiar to me, I couldn't place him. I opened my eyes like saucers and my heart stopped for a fraction of a second when I recognized the owner of those green eyes that were looking at me. In front of me was the personification of all my fears, traumas and insecurities. The man who served as a benchmark to compare all the people who came into my life after him. It was a beautiful vision, and at the same time a nightmare come true. “Antoine,” I said his name with difficulty. If the mere memory of him stirred up a lot of emotions in me, can you imagine “what his presence did to me?” The imposing figure of a six-foot-tall man lay before me. His eyes were greener than I remembered them and he had a beautiful smile (the one that brought out a couple of dimples in his cheeks) plastered on his face. He
I shook my head hard to concentrate on my friend's voice. She kept talking, but I stopped listening to her for a moment because I was thinking about Harvey, the gorgeous blond I met two months ago on one of my many girls' outings with Gabrielle, and who I started dating four weeks ago. He was divorced and had two young children. All my life I was reluctant to have anything with a man with children, because my policy was always: If I can buy a new car, ¿why buy a used one? This thought became ingrained in me as a result of living with my stepmother. It's not that our relationship was bad, but I remember a couple of times I tried to make her life miserable, just for fun. I was afraid that divine justice would take its toll on me for those years of rebellion and headaches I'd caused Valerie. But there was something about Harvey that appealed to me so much. He was very direct and upfront. When he approached me, he didn't do it with the typical cliché phrases that all men use to approac
She was silent, watching as that handsome man walked away. She didn't understand why she couldn't stop looking at him. She had seen handsome men many times. His father lived surrounded by them. Athletic men with heart-stopping butts. However, there was something about… Damn! h e didn't tell her his name a n d h e wanted very much t o know. h e hit his forehead as h e remembered how h e treated him. "How stupid I am. At this rate, I'm going t o be alone." She couldn't help but feel like a fool for being so rude t o him. Perhaps his intentions were sincere… or perhaps not. h e felt a little relief when h e remembered the way that girl almost ran away, she seemed t o be running away from him. Maybe h e was a lout a n d deserved every one of his mistreatment.Anyway, h e decided not t o think about it a n ymore. She shook her head a n d started t o go back t o the table with her friends, but as soon as she did, she realized that her friends weren't there. h e took a quick look around the
The car was parked in front of the place h e had been frequenting for the last few days. It was a good place t o dance (he loved t o dance) a n d have a couple of drinks in the company of a pretty woman. h e met Melanie in New York a n d since then she accompanied him o n his tour. That's how h e wanted it, a n d although August didn't need the woman who was willing t o have a good time with him, she was perfect, because she was funny a n d undramatic. (At least it seemed that way at first) I didn't understand how his attitude changed in a matter of three days.He shook his head a n d cleared his mind. I didn't want t o think about that. h e was ready t o celebrate that night h e appeared in the place h e had dreamed of for so many years. For every illusionist, the MGM Grand Garden Arena was a statement that h e was reaching the pinnacle of his career. His parents knew it a n d that i s why they traveled from Scotland t o accompany him. Her little sister couldn't make it o n time beca
Aháva tried t o take long strides t o get t o the bar as quickly as possible. The club was packed a n d people seemed t o be possessed by some kind of demon of lust, as they groped each other while dancing grotesquely. The blonde looked at the couple o n her right a n d couldn't help but shudder. Could it be that they did not know about the existence of hotels? God! She didn't understand why she agreed t o go t o that place with her friends, if she never liked going t o places like that. She was more of mountains, rivers a n d beaches. h e liked t o be in contact with nature while enjoying the silence or reading a good book. I had known Lauren, Jessica, a n d Alicia since I was eight years old. h e had just moved with his parents t o California. They lived in the same neighborhood a n d went t o the same school. Since then they were inseparable friends.Aháva was about t o turn nineteen a n d college was just around the corner. h e would study at one of the most prestigious universiti
"All the way down, all the way down, all the way down," they yelled in unison.The girls tried t o encourage the youngest of all t o drink the entire contents of her glass in one sip. However, the blonde with green eyes could not do it, because she did not like the taste of tequila or a n y alcoholic beverage. I didn't understand how there were people who drank liquor until their livers dried up, if the taste of alcoholic beverages was so awful.She licked her lips, wrinkled her nose, a n d put the glass back o n the table.Aháva grimaced a n d wiped the corner of her lip with the back of her hand.-I do not can. It's disgusting,” h e yelled, due t o the high volume of the music. How do they make you drink this? It i s awful!—Booo. Don't be a spoilsport,” the eldest of all spoke up. Lauren, a pretty woman about six feet tall, slim, with black hair, gray eyes, a n d white Caucasian skin."You said you'd have a couple of drinks with us," Jessica, the giggling redhead with black eyes a
13 years laterHe smiled heartily, as h e always did after a presentation. Hearing the applause of his audience as h e walked offstage was undoubtedly his favorite thing since his father gave him a cape, top hat, a n d wand for his tenth birthday. h e decided t o dedicate himself t o illusionism when that afternoon at his grandmother's house, a magnificent magician left him speechless by drawing a dove o n a small blackboard a n d then shaking it a n d taking out a royal dove. As it did? It was the question that haunted August until h e reached adolescence a n d discovered it for himself after so much studying a n d practicing magic tricks. In the end, it wasn't as hard as I thought it was.After finishing school, the Real Centro Universitario María Cristina de San Lorenzo de El Escorial in Spain was her next step in her academic training, where she specialized in Illusionism. Having dreamy parents helped him a lot, otherwise h e would have had t o settle for being a graduate, enginee
One month after.Dominik glanced at Carlos surreptitiously a n d Carlos nodded, indicating that everything was ready. Charlotte could not suppress the small smile that came from her lips, because she knew perfectly well what was going t o happen next. She was also Weigand's accomplice. Samantha gave her friend a confused a n d questioning look."They say that h e who laughs alone remembers his pranks," she mumbled, poking the blonde's side with a finger.Charlotte laughed out loud."I'm just happy t o have married a wonderful man," the Polish woman commented, scanning her surroundings with her eyes.The garden looked beautiful, decorated in a vintage style with turquoise, white a n d silver decorations. Just two hours ago, Charlotte a n d Carlos had said "Yes, I do", in front of family a n d closest friends. Samantha was the maid of honor, a n d Dominik was the best man. Little Aháva played with some children, sons of some friends of the bride a n d groom."Who would have imagined it
Cairo International Airport"Samanta a n drade, calm down once a n d for all," demanded Charlie, whose nerves were o n edge, watching her friend walk from one side t o the other."What if h e gets scared when h e sees me?" My face i s not the same. These scars..."You're still beautiful," Carlos said. You don't have t o worry about that. Aháva adores you a n d doesn't care what you look like —he added —Although seeing it from a n other perspective, they give you a sensual air, almost like a pirate —Carlos joked, letting out a laugh."I think what you're worried about i s what someone else might think, right?" Charlie commented with some mischief."Dominik i s the least interested in how you look, I'm telling you." Carlos winked at her.Carlos a n d Charlotte got Samantha t o relax a bit.People were coming a n d going in all directions, but Sam was staring at the landing gate. a n xiety grew within her being with each passing second. Almost half a n hour had passed since the plane fr