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
Alessa de LucaThe driver, who was taking us away from my captivity, sped up the car and drove even deeper into the desert that had been the backdrop for my nightmares over the past month. Even though we only stayed a few days in various places, I will never see the desert with the same eyes again; it will always be the worst place where I spent thirty days being terrorized by Kalil.The journey through the desert gave Laís the chance to tell me everything that had happened during my absence. I could see in her eyes how tired she was, but she said she would only speak once we were on the jet headed for Khartoum, the capital of Sudan. The location of the beautiful palace of Sheikh Salim Al-Makki.We arrived at a clandestine airstrip, unmarked by asphalt, where the jet, with its engines already running, awaited us to escape this hellish place that only served to give me horrible nightmares.Being able to tell Mattia that I was okay helped to encourage me, to make me even more confident,
Mattia de LucaI couldn’t stay calm all morning; I went up and down to my room several times, wanting everything to be practically ready just for her to come in and take care of her body. Najla and Raja had already left several essences to use in the bathtub and even for massaging any injuries, as we believed she might be quite hurt.Salim had already told me that the kidnapper had been killed, but we still didn’t know exactly who it was or the reasons behind it. I looked at my bed one last time before leaving the room; there was a set of clean clothes that the women had left there for her.I take a deep breath and leave the room to go fetch my girl, who should be arriving any moment at Salim’s private airstrip. I put my wallet in my hunting jacket pocket and my cell phone, knowing I shouldn’t use any of these for the next few hours. But I need something to keep my mind from playing tricks on me.I saw all the movement of Salim's security on his property; everyone seemed more agitated
Alessa de LucaInside me, the only feeling I have is gratitude.Gratitude to God for protecting me while I was in the hands of Kalil, who also safeguarded the tiny hope growing inside me.Gratitude to the sheik's family, who never gave up searching for me throughout the month I was missing. They took care of my husband, ensuring he didn’t succumb to despair from not knowing where I was or how I was doing.I am even grateful to Nubia and Miriam, who hid me as best they could from Kalil's wrath, preventing him from harming me.Now here I am with my husband, inhaling his delightful scent, while I was emitting an odor that made me nauseous. But I was happy, shedding the poor clothes from my body to show him what I had been hiding from everyone over the last month.Tears filled his eyes as he understood my stance. I step into the shower, and the best feeling in the world is the water cascading over my head, as if tons of dirt were washing down the drain.“I’m keeping a little mix of ours,
Mattia De LucaMy body yearned to be close to my wife, but I could see she was fragile, tired, and very weak—she needed care more than pleasure at that moment. I watched her body relax as I caressed her face, seeing her breathing steady until she fell asleep. I left a kiss on her lips and got out of bed.I put on the clothes I had been wearing and left the bedroom, heading towards the living room, where Salim was probably waiting. I glanced back at the bed where my wife was napping and breathed a sigh of relief, seeing her there, safe.I walked to where Salim and Laís were likely talking; the house felt somewhat calmer now, and I saw everyone smiling at me. But as I passed through the arches into the dining area, I sensed a tense atmosphere.Salim's worried look upon seeing me made me uneasy. He gestured towards a cushion on the side; I saw Laís sitting next to a man I didn't recognize, and the major who had disappeared with my wife and her doctor friend."Mattia, it was Kalil who too
Alessa de LucaWe went through some really turbulent days right after we got home. I noticed that Mattia was becoming increasingly nervous each day because the paparazzi just wouldn’t leave us alone. They tried everything to get a picture of me with Ruslan by my side or attempting something. I was avoiding leaving the apartment, not because I felt ugly with the various bruises still marking my body, but because I was starting to feel the first signs of pregnancy. Every day brought something new, from nausea to fainting spells.I shared the experience of the pregnancy with Giulia, who was suffering as much as I was, even though now she only felt nauseous about everything and everyone. I saw that both Mattia and Erick didn't know what to do with the two of us anymore; we were becoming increasingly weakened by the nausea and vomiting.Because of this, only Mattia attended the press conference to talk about part of what happened to me in Egypt and Sudan. He tried his best not to mention
Alessa de LucaWe arrive at the luxurious building of my husband's small empire, a fuel business that supplies the entire west coast of our country. Now that we're living on the East Coast, there was a need to relocate the company headquarters to Washington, D.C.I enter the underground elevator and head up to the executive floor. He's probably got more papers in front of him than a stationery store. I gently rub my belly where Hope stirs and smile at my baby.It might seem crazy to tie the life of my unborn daughter to the future sheikh of Sudan, but I've discussed this with Mattia. My husband sees things the way Salim does.Mattia, a billionaire and influential man, has made me understand that arranged marriages with people who can ensure our daughter's safety is the right path. He had already thought about the possibility while in Kalil’s hands.His biggest concern is that he’s getting too old and might not be able to protect our daughter when he's my age, which will probably be wh
Alessa de LucaI play with the hair on his chest, waiting for him to speak. I know he handled everything as best as possible since we wouldn't put our daughter in danger, and having our daughter alongside the most powerful family today."Salim came here today," he says."I know, I also received a visit from Carolina and Laís. They wanted to know about Hope," I raised my head.I look at him, letting him see that I really am okay with the idea he had while trying to cheer up my husband, which today is the possible solution to the sheikh's empire."For now, our children will have this commitment, but Salim and Hassan agree that if Hope falls in love with someone else like Mahjub, they are free to live their lives," I smile at him."I always knew they would never force our children into a loveless marriage!" I say happily."Salim assured me that Hope will be able to make her own choices," I rest my head on his chest and make circles on our girl."Carol is worried, especially about her own
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