Mattia de LucaUnfortunately, I got stuck at the office later than expected. I wanted to speak with Alessa at home and calmly tell her that I wouldn't be able to visit her this weekend. Especially now that she seems inclined to adopt a child. If she has opened up to this extent to ask for my help, it must be very important to her. Moreover, the resemblance between her and that little boy is striking, which took me by surprise.With her desire to be the mother of that boy, I need to start leveraging my influence to bring him home and provide him with top-notch medical care. However, I also have to consider the possibility that the child's parents might still be alive, somewhere receiving care.I continue to look for ways to reduce this electoral procession across the American states. When I open the electoral website and see my name at the top of the list as a likely elected congressman with the most votes, I feel immensely proud. If I do secure a seat in Congress, I will use all my in
Alessa SullivanAnother day had begun, and this time we didn't just have Ukrainian civilians in triage or on our surgery tables. By chance, a Russian military tank had been attacked by Ukrainian troops and, miraculously, the occupants hadn't died from their injuries.In the mid-afternoon, as we were nearly finished with the surgery on the Russian soldier who required a laparotomy and as we completed the sutures from the amputation of his arms, I was reminded again what war brings to men.While those who profit from the sacrifices of soldiers, who give their lives for others in power, the soldiers themselves lose their lives. In the best case, they survive like this soldier, but without arms and only one of his legs."Doctor, they asked me to tell you that the little boy is awake!" I turned towards the voice.My heart raced, anxious about what might have happened to the little boy. I looked at Carmen standing in front of me, who seemed just as happy as before, not to mention that I was
Alessa SullivanI looked at Ruslan's sad little face, as he understood Mattia's question. I just nodded and believed that my sad expression conveyed what had happened to his family."I think I can introduce you two during my day off, not to mention I miss you terribly," I said with a hint of whine in my voice."I miss you too, and just so you know, I’m starting to prepare everything for both of your arrivals."My smile widened further, realizing that through Mattia, I could fulfill my role in helping the Ukrainian people by providing a peaceful and war-free future for this little boy who now found himself alone."Have you managed to clear your busy schedule?" I asked as I sat down next to Ruslan, letting him see Mattia on the screen."Yes, I've managed, but I won’t tell you when I'll show up—it'll be a surprise!"The rascal laughed, and to irritate me further, Ruslan joined in, laughing along. It seemed that the little boy I wanted to adopt might just become an ally of my Italian."Pr
Mattia de LucaWill and Fabrizia did not disappoint in this electoral campaign. Over thirteen days, we traveled across the entire East Coast of America. I was tired, and even worse, I was dying from missing la mia ragazza. Day by day, I saw how she was dedicating herself to taking care of Ruslan.I used my influence and have already arranged for him to come to Washington as soon as Alessa makes it clear she wants to return home. I want her here by my side, with the elections approaching.I feel that we are going to win this electoral race, but I want her by my side as Mrs. De Luca. If Giulia can really arrange everything, we will have the most beautiful wedding I could give my girl."Sir?" I hear Will calling me.I turn towards him and wait for him to speak. Fabrizia was still by his side, and even though they tried to hide it, I could see that their relationship was getting stronger, which made me happy."You are cleared to go visit your future bride!" That news breathed new life int
Alessa Sullivan"Alessa Sullivan, my love, will you accept to be my wife, my lover, and my friend?"Having Mattia here was exactly what I needed at that moment when I was feeling so fragile and insecure, longing for his arms around me.But what I receive is this handsome Italian, the man I am in love with, proposing marriage in the way I had dreamed about these past few days.I felt my heart racing just seeing him there beside me, kneeling down, making the proposal I had longed to hear from him ever since he made me his and declared he wanted me by his side.I am moved by his proposal and feel the tears running down my face. I see that Mattia is waiting for my answer, but I find it hard to tell him yes, that it is everything I want at this moment.That I would accept being his wife, being the woman who will wait for him every day after work, to share with him his triumphs and frustrations. Just like he has been there for me every day after I leave the hospital tents and head to the do
Mattia de LucaWe were in the small aircraft that seemed too big at that moment, I just wanted to touch mì ragazza, take her to the small cabin there, at the back, and make her moan and whisper my name. However, I had a huge dilemma on my hands.Ruslan seemed very interested in knowing everything that was going on around him, and I was loving having him by our side. Who would have thought that this ragazza would make me adopt a boy in the middle of the war? He is extremely intelligent, he can understand that a lot was happening around him and that we will never let anything bad happen to him.I've been in love with this little boy since the moment I was able to talk to him. I could see the confusion in his eyes with every call, perhaps because he seemed so much older, and it did not make sense to him that he was Alessa's boyfriend.Our flight wasn't too long, just a little over two hours, but luckily, he needed to take medication due to his surgeries, which made him drowsy. As soon as
Alessa SullivanI have no complaints about Mattia; he always takes care of all my needs, and now I see him trying to understand what has changed in almost a month.I took a deep breath and sat next to him in the armchair, from where we could see that Ruslan was in a deep and very peaceful sleep. I know it's because of the medication we need to give him due to his many injured organs.My mind goes back to everything I've been seeing here in Kyiv, how people can be so cruel, taking the opportunity of having lethal equipment to commit atrocities against others.How many children we see entering the tents alone, as soon as they are discharged they are sent to some shelter, and we pray to the heavens that no missile falls on those children who no longer have anyone.Ruslan was very lucky, or perhaps I was lucky to be there when he passed by. At that moment, he was so dazed, he probably didn't even realize how far he had walked from his home.I let my emotions take over, tears flowing throu
Mattia de LucaHolding Alessa in my arms was exactly what I needed; feeling her sweet scent and her gentle, yet sometimes impulsive, demeanor made her as beautiful as she is. Even her mood swings and moments of vulnerability only endeared her more to me.I can't deny that meeting Ruslan in person was a moment that made my paternal instincts shout inside my mind, confirming that this little boy, so similar to Alessa, was indeed our son. It was different from when Giulia was born.But kneeling before her to make the proposal that I knew she was eagerly awaiting turned out better than I imagined. I was so anxious, her delay in responding left me doubting whether I had waited too long to ask her to marry me, even though she was already my woman.Because it was a fact, Alessa Sullivan would become my wife as soon as we left that hotel room, after I had drawn from her every orgasm that we had unfortunately missed during our time apart.I had prepared an entire script of surprises for her, w
Between Wines, LoveZara AlcântaraMy youngest brother's wedding happened, and I still can't believe so many things have happened in the last five months.I gaze at the sunset that occurred in Ibiza. I managed to return to Capri alongside Pietra and Guilherme. I didn't want to spend any more time deluding myself that one day Ruslan would give up who he is to live by my side in Europe.Being in love with him was something that wasn't in my plans, but what could I do? He's handsome, a lord, that romantic man every woman hopes to find one day to call her own.On the small table, there was a cheese platter and a bottle of wine that I was analyzing, wonderful to be savored alongside a company that will take you to heights, giving you multiple orgasms.I was ready to take the last sip and go to the hotel to enjoy my love disillusionment when I noticed two men approaching the chair behind mine!I look back at the setting sun and bring the glass to my lips, savoring the taste, feeling each no
Sheik Mahjub Al-MakkiI see the guard shaking his head, and I enter the apartment with my bag, hoping my mother has packed something for me to wear tonight!I walk through the space I already know well and start to smell the perfume my wife is wearing. I smile when I see that she received the red and white roses I ordered yesterday to congratulate her on the stylish completion of her time at the Bolshoi.It's something she handled within herself. Despite my deep concern over not having my wife with me full-time in the last six months, I know it's been even more difficult and exhausting for her. I saw her face thinning out in the last month, with the insane routine she was enduring, the little time she took to rest.I saw her trying to juggle being at home, being present by my side, and trying to fulfill her ballet performance schedule.I entered the bedroom, and to my surprise, my mother had packed a tuxedo in the bag. My intention was to wear traditional clothes, but why not repeat t
One Year LaterSheikh Mahjub Al-MakkiWho would have thought that Allah would bless me as He did. Five years ago, I discovered the so-called “rock bottom”, a Brazilian expression my parents brought into our home, and with much pain, I discovered the real meaning of that phrase.After our honeymoon, there was the celebration of my assuming leadership of our entire nation. Despite the implementation of a democratic government in Sudan over the years, something that pushes the poorest parts of my country into misery every day, we continue to do our best for those who seek us out.It was a beautiful celebration, and my wife, as always, was wonderful by my side. Day after day, Hope continues to surprise everyone with her approach to the various charities she has embraced with such care.The main one is the “Sudanese Ballerinas”. When she's not taking care of our home and family, she's helping and teaching young women in our country to stand on their toes and dance as beautifully as she doe
Hope Al-MakkiI'm the person who once hated him for what he did, who didn't want to hear about him anymore. Now, my only desire is to feel my husband unraveling inside me.I slide my hands from his shoulders and hold my breasts, gently squeezing, letting him see what I'm doing. His movements intensify, and with each new thrust, I get closer to a new orgasm.My muscles start to contract, just as my legs begin to have small spasms. Our breaths were quickened and uneven."So good!""Ohhhh..." My mind was jelly at that moment.We were tired after almost a week without proper sleep and mainly missing sharing the bedside by side. My husband has slight spasms, showing that he reached his peak, as I had my own orgasm.I open my eyes and see my husband taking in air, his face starting to show fatigue from all the excitement we've had in the last week. This will be the best memory we'll have."We still have several hours until we land, how about a little nap?" He asks me."It will be wonderful,
Hope Al-MakkiOur party was still going on when Mahjub took my hand and led us to the waiting car. We were a mix of exhaustion and happiness; it's impossible not to say how radiant we were that night.As we entered the small aircraft that soon was flying over Khartoum and taking us towards Dubai, I felt excitement for what was about to happen. The fatigue we were feeling wouldn't erase all the longing and desire I have for my husband.I turn my back and wait for my husband; I know he's just as eager as I am for him to take me out of this dress, which is starting to squeeze various parts of my body.My hair was a shade lighter than usual, as I'm not blonde like my mother, which doesn't sadden me; I like the tone it is. I feel the strands of my hair cascade over my shoulders as Mahjub removes the hijab I was wearing. The same one he gifted me on our wedding day.With my back turned to have the dress taken off of me, I start feeling button after button, my body starting to be freed from
Mahjub Al-MakkiMy heart was skipping with happiness; there were only minutes left until I saw Hope entering the grand hall, and my anxiety was almost out of control. I was desperate with longing and just wanted her by my side.Matheus and Zara were next to me, trying to keep me from running off to find my swan. I saw my parents dancing joyfully, and it was impossible not to feel the same enthusiasm they were feeling at that moment. Even the imam was festive; he was dancing among my family members.Then the music changed, and I turned towards the same doors I had entered just a few minutes ago. I felt my hands sweating, and then I saw my beautiful swan. She was wearing a dress that revealed she truly was a princess… My princess!Hope was in her completely sparkling white dress, making her the center of attention. The voluminous skirt prevented her from dancing more freely as she entered the hall alongside her parents, with her siblings right behind them. As is our culture, the two f
Mahjub Al-MakkiI couldn’t be happier. We've been celebrating for three days straight, with many festivities, dances, tributes, visits from heads of state, celebrities, and most importantly, seeing the happiness of both our families around us.These are the same families I once deeply hurt by not understanding and accepting the choices my parents made for me and even Hope’s parents made for her. I didn’t accept their choices for me, and in a very hard way, I discovered that I lost precious time alongside my swan, whom I watched mature from a distance.I look at the whole party happening on this side of the hall. My brothers were having fun, going in and out of the curtains, watching Hope prepare to enjoy her own party. I wanted so much to be near her, to see how nervous she must be. To participate in each of the stages she is going through.We haven’t seen each other for practically a week, and we’ve barely spoken since everyone has been doing their best to complicate any moment I cou
Hope de LucaI looked at my fiancé, who extended his hand and pulled me into his arms. We heard exclamations from everyone present and some laughter too.“I miss you,” he said, his lips touching my forehead.“I miss you too!” I nestled into his arms.We heard our families socializing, my parents talking with my in-laws, who were gifting them with small jewelry boxes. But at that moment, I was captivated by Mahjub's gaze. He seemed to be scanning every part of my face, making me blush and showing that my health was better.I looked to the side when I felt a subtle touch on my waist. Ruslan was there with the case containing my gift for Mahjub. I took the box and turned to face my prince.“The first time I gave this to you, I saw you as a fairy tale prince who needed something to remember my existence,” I said, watching him open the case. “Today, we are on a completely different level. This piece is no longer just a reminder but a symbol of my love for you.”I took the masbaha from his
Hope de LucaReligion forbids us from touching or having intimacy before marriage; it is a law imposed by the Quran, one that I have already made my beautiful prince break. I hear him asking for forgiveness daily, and of course, I also ask for forgiveness. But I would never stop sleeping by his side.However, the wedding was approaching, and my mother-in-law made us separate a bit to obey the laws, the same ones we had been breaking since our reunion. We hadn't seen each other for a few days already, and we still had the next few days to endure the longing of sharing the same room.After we met my friend and his father, we spent almost a month in Washington. I wanted to be close to Guilherme, to be his friend as I always had been. Even though there were still some reports about our engagement, I would not stop being by his side.To ease the whole situation and exposure that Guilherme was going through, my father decided to cancel the marriage proposal that Gui had made. He wrote a not