Alessa de LucaThe excruciating pain barely lets me breathe. The man whose name I can't remember, only that he was punished by losing his right hand and having his lips burnt for kissing me.I feel hands grabbing me by the arms and throwing me onto the ground over some rubble. I turned my face in the direction where Carmen and the major were; I saw them kneeling with their hands on their heads, trying to say something I couldn’t understand."You bitch..." The man approaches and grabs my hair fiercely.He was wearing a kind of mask to cover his burnt lips, his face severely beaten, making it clear he had taken a serious beating. Yet, I could recognize those eyes that had coveted me in the car."How did you find me?" I ask, desperate.Even though it’s been almost two days since what happened to him, my question is how he got to where I was so quickly, and even worse, how he managed to find me amid a war. I held on to his hand, trying to ease the pressure he was applying to my scalp, whi
Alessa de LucaIt has been almost a month since we've been in the middle of the desert. I've been fortunate that Kalil hasn't tried anything with me yet. I am lucky because his mother has been hiding me among the other women, at his father's request not to harm me. This is mainly because Kalil's first wife is pregnant with his firstborn, and from what the other women have tried to tell me, he wants me as his second wife.Nubia, the first wife, is a lovely and extremely obedient woman to Kalil's wishes. It has been rare to see her face without a burka; she always approached me with her face covered.However, I can't always go unnoticed by the man who still covets me. I see him passing by me from a distance; sometimes he attempts to make a move, trying to kiss me or do something more. I try not to scream so as not to cause problems for Carmen and Oliver, who continue to be prisoners of these people.Over the days, I discovered that they were part of a terrorist cell, that Kalil was infi
Mattia de LucaI feel restless as I watch Alessa leaving with Major Stanford. She shouldn't be taking such risks, but my wife is stubborn. I start walking towards our plane and see Ruslan sitting on the stairs, playing with Giulia.My daughter looks worried as soon as she sees me and doesn't spot her longtime friend. I look back and see all the destruction caused by the bomber.I'm grateful that I arrived just in time and took Alessa away from here. She probably would have been a victim like our son, since that's where he was recovering."Where is Alessa, dad?" My daughter approaches and looks behind me.Her eyes are filled with concern as she searches for Alessa."Daddy, where's my mom?" This time it's Ruslan asking."Stay calm, she went to help the doctor she used to work with," I say."She let her go, Alessa is crazy..."My daughter starts pacing back and forth, worried and scared, every time we hear the sound of planes flying overhead. I won't deny that I'm also concerned, especia
Mattia de Luca "I just need him to answer this phone call now; I can't do anything alone at this moment, I need him, I need to influence the sheikh has. I'm sure he can find my wife. Five hours had passed since the soldiers had returned to the base. I had decided that Giulia would go home and take Ruslan with her. This place would be neither good nor safe for either of them. Finally, he answers me. I stayed silent for a second, watching the small jet take off, carrying my children to the safety of our home. “Hassan, I need help…” I have no idea what that family might do, but if the soldier is correct, Alessa, Carmen, and the major have been taken by some enemy troop. "My family owes you, especially your wife. You can count on everything within our power." I breathe a sigh of relief, knowing they will help us. With faith in God, we will rescue my wife and the others who must be with her somewhere. Now, it’s just a matter of time until we can find that damn cell signal.
Laís AlcântaraFor twenty-five days, I have been pacing back and forth across this scorching desert, frustrated that these wretched people live in a caravan that moves every few days, leaving no traces. I spot a small stone in the middle of a tiny oasis and head towards it. I need advice, and who better to ask than the woman who trained me all these years?I glance at the soldiers with me. Miguel lets his anger out by beating one of the Hamas terrorists, who insist they are not involved in the kidnapping of Mrs. de Luca. What irritates me most is the news being broadcasted.It’s clear that a government team is searching for the wife of the recently elected candidate, yet no official statement has been made about the incident. They are solely focused on recovering his wife.From the little information we managed to gather, we found out that she is alive; we just haven’t figured out who took her from Kiev yet. In our search, she was last in a small village in northeastern Egypt.We had
Alessa de LucaIt had been years since I had last handled a natural birth, as I was always more drawn to the surgical center. I could have asked Carmen to take over and do everything possible to keep Nubia alive to care for her babies. However, given the deadly look Carmen was giving the woman who considered me a sister—certain that in a few days she would be forced to marry her husband—I thought it's best to take charge of the delivery myself.I began to request everything necessary to keep the babies warm, knelt in front of her, and handed her a twisted cloth to help her exert force."Nubia, you need to pull from me at the same time as you push down," I said, seeing the fear on her face."I'm scared, sister," she replied. I touched her face.I tried to reassure Nubia, knowing how terrifying this moment was, and in perhaps seven or eight months, I would be going through the same. Fear began to take hold of my heart, especially if Kalil realized I was pregnant by my husband he would b
Alessa de LucaIn a swift motion, Laís left my side and struck Kalil in the face with her knee, leaving him face-down on the ground as if he were prostrating before a queen—a title I'm sure Laís will one day hold, at least in the world her parents live in and help sustain.For a moment, I feel avenged for all the times he touched me, hit me, and hurt me. I feel disgusted just looking at this despicable man."You should have made me your wife; I shouldn't have listened to my mother," he says, and I feel my anger rising.I approached him and hit him with a kick in the middle of his head; the impact made me feel his nose break against the sole of my foot. Rage takes over my body, and I bend down to get closer to his blood-soaked face."You would never be man enough to make me a woman; you're a sadist who enjoys seeing pain in Nubia, who you subjugate," I pressed his nose with my index finger."A woman without character, who uses her body to seduce other men, would never achieve the subli
Mattia de LucaI've spent a month as a guest in a foreign country, immersed in a culture totally different from my own. I have a heart shattered by not having any idea where my wife might be, unsure of who took her, and especially being away from my children as well.I won the election, and while my party celebrated the victory for being the most voted in the majority of electoral districts, I was still here in Sudan waiting for a miracle. I have not been able to speak about my election until now, which is why I am eternally grateful to Will and Fabrizia, who have been keeping the press as far away from me or any matter related to Alessa as possible.Even the president sent me a message offering support to help in the search. We still believe that terrorists were involved, what makes us restless is that they have not yet demanded a ransom or even claimed responsibility for the attacks on the medical team in Kiev.My committee believes they took the opportunity to strike at the United
Hassan Al-MakkiFrank realizes I won’t say anything, so he approaches and serves himself coffee while I sit with my cup, starting to browse the news from the Middle East, my parents’ messages, and some sports updates.I notice several messages from an unknown number arriving, and an odd feeling takes over when I realize it’s from Carolina’s husband, asking me to take care of her.If the man knew that the most I did last night was care for her body, feeling her touch on mine, it was different. All I want right now is to go back to that room and inhale her scent again.I close my eyes, feeling the guilt trying to consume me. Just as I was about to drink my coffee, I notice it's already finished, so I stand and refill the cup.As soon as I sit down, the sweet perfume fills the kitchen. I see her eyes searching for someone, smile, and reassure her.However, hearing that she’s probably pregnant feels like it’s opening a gap between me and this beautiful woman, wearing a dress that accentua
Hassan Al-MakkiBeing the son of the Sheik brought me far more problems than joys. I had the misfortune of losing my beloved wife while we were still expecting our first child.There were men who believed we weren't worthy of being who we were, or of my father holding the position of ruler. I spent months in depression, and before things could get worse, I decided to run away from it all, leaving Raja, my sister, as the heir.I fled to America, using my military knowledge to get a job as a security guard. I managed to land a position with a pop singer, but like me, he suffered from depression and ended his pain by taking his own life in a bathtub with many sleeping pills.Even though I ran away from my responsibilities in Sudan as the future Sheik, I never stopped sending updates to my parents and kept my faith in Allah, always carrying my masbaha with me, even at times during work.For some reason, I was chosen by Mrs. Lira to help protect her during the rescue of her son, who was in
Bruno AlcântaraI run my arm along her thick, defined thigh, pull her towards me and sink my nose into that sweet-smelling pussy I love. I use my fingers to part her lips and find that reddened nerve full of arousal.I leave her exposed, her skin rosy, and smile as I bring my tongue closer. I start licking from bottom to top, lingering on her clitoris, circling, sucking, biting and squeezing. The nectar I hadn't felt for almost a year came onto my tongue, bewitching me as if it were a dose of the drug I'm addicted to.The muscles in his legs were trembling, I felt his body relax, and I looked up to see a beautiful smile on his lips. His hands were free of my hair and I felt a caress on my beard, which was longer than usual. I lay my face on her hand, receiving her touch there.Her body slides down mine, sitting on my lap, our gazes meet and I can see all the pain there, the accusations that still linger in her mind and certainly, mine too.“Forgive me, my Goddess.” I beg again.Still
Bruno Alcântara Last night, she swore she would never trust me again, that our marriage would become nothing more than a facade. For months, she didn’t say a single word to me unless it was strictly necessary, just enough to keep anyone from noticing something was wrong. Even while hating me, she never reported me to the council. I won’t deny I felt a little afraid during every visit we were forced to attend together. She would always talk privately with our mothers, Fritz, and Alex. It was as if she enjoyed hinting that she had something against me. My mother stopped talking to me entirely during that time. They all punished me, and I accepted it silently. The seatbelt sign chimes, pulling me out of my memories. I need to focus on what to do. This time, it wasn’t my fault, even though I knew I had promised never to drink in anger again. The landing jolts me back to reality. The damage was done; now, I can only hope my Goddess will at least let me talk to her. When my pl
Bruno Alcântara Seeing my Goddess step off the plane, leaving me behind, was a clear sign I’d suffer the consequences of my mistakes. Not for sleeping with someone else, thinking it was her, but for promising I’d never drink to the point of doing something stupid again. As the plane took off, carrying me home without my wife, it brought back painful memories from a little over two years ago. I had been in New York for the launch of the “SMOKE” branch. My company was growing rapidly, and new branches needed to be opened in various locations. This week, it was San Diego’s turn. All the employees had already been hired, but I was irritated because, on the most important night for our company, my Goddess wasn’t by my side. She was out there, helping with tasks that my stepfather’s son should have been handling. I sighed deeply, rubbing my forehead to calm myself. I’d already tried calling Carolina a dozen times today alone, but all my calls went straight to voicemail. “Mr. Alcân
Carolina Alcântara I take off my clothes and step into the shower, hoping to cool my body down and maybe wait for the company of a bold Arab. In just two days, he reminded me how good it feels to have sex for pleasure. Not just for revenge. I need to figure out what he meant about who he is. Maybe it’s time to ask Joyce for a small favor, without sparking Carlinhos’s curiosity or making her spill the beans to Bruno. “Kayf takhunin amra’atan mithluk Sayidati.” "How could he betray a woman like you, madam?" I smile, pleased to know he’s joined me. I glance back to see if he’s planning to shower with me. “What did you say?” I ask, just to be sure. “That I can’t believe he had the audacity to betray you.” I look at his face and notice the sincerity in his eyes. “We need to be quick. Frank said he’s expecting guests later, and we still have your appointment,” I say, turning to him with concern. “Guests?” He nods while removing his clothes. “Yes, it seems Mrs. Lira and M
Carolina Alcântara “If it were dangerous, it wouldn’t be under Vanessa’s protection. What do I need to know about you, Hassan?” I ask because a warning goes off in my head. “I’m not dangerous, Sayidati, but I have my reasons for being here and not in Sudan with my family,” he says in a melancholic voice. He responds by placing his hand on my shoulder, while the other encourages me to move on top of his erection, which I can already feel. Unfortunately, my phone starts ringing, and I see my ex-husband’s name on the screen. “You’d better take it,” Hassan says, and I shake my head. “I won’t answer. This isn’t the first time he’s cheated on me, Hassan. Right now, I just need distance.” I say, frustrated. “I still don’t know what to do about any of this…” “I’m sure you’ll figure something out, I just want to ask that you keep me alive in the process.” I burst out laughing, but agree with him, and he lets out a relieved sigh. “Tell me what will keep this pregnancy going, and I’ll
Carolina AlcântaraI sit in the office, extremely reluctant. I didn’t expect Hassan to remind me about Bruno within the first twenty words after we had sex. It’s frustrating that this happened. I hold my large cup of black coffee as I try to organize my mind, which is now filled with pending matters, especially with the Swiss. I turn on my laptop and try to focus while I wait for my mother to pick up. As I hear the persistent ringing on the other side, I begin looking over the movements of the cash register from last week, especially the people who visited the Swiss, hoping to close a partnership. My inbox is full of messages from both Juliana and my brother, I sit in the office, extremely reluctant. I didn’t expect Hassan to remind me about Bruno within the first twenty words after we had sex. It’s frustrating that this happened. I hold my large cup of black coffee as I try to organize my mind, which is now filled with pending matters, especially with the Swiss. I turn on m
Carolina AlcântaraI look at his body, admiring it, and I like what I see. Hassan is really well-built, and the fear arises the moment I see him tearing open the condom package to put it on his erection. The smell of strawberries makes me crave a box of condensed milk.I run my tongue over my lips, wanting to put it in my mouth and test how far I can swallow. He smiles and shakes his head, and I’m sure he’s as impatient as I am at this moment.Hassan grabs my ankles and pushes them toward my butt, leaving me open and exposed to him. I smile as he approaches my knee and leaves a kiss there. I watch as he picks up one of the pillows, not understanding what he’s going to do.“Just to make you comfortable, now raise that sexy ass.” I do what he asks.Hassan begins to settle between my legs, but he doesn’t enter me. Instead, he lies down on top of my body and kisses me gently. I feel his respect as he touches me.He lifts my chin again and smiles at me.“You know, after tonight, our relatio