Carolina AlcântaraThis is enough to make me cry even more, to truly let out my last tears for that traitor. Hassan doesn’t deserve the burden of caring for a woman who still doesn’t know how to handle her shattered feelings."I’m sorry you have to see me like this…" I don’t finish my sentence.Another sob escapes, and my crying takes over again. But this time, Hassan embraces me, and I hear his sobs blending with mine. Yet, it’s different—I can see in his face that there’s joy."Why are you laughing?" I ask, wiping my face."Because you’re pregnant, my Sayidati, and by Allah, I want to be by your side," he says.At that moment, I forget what happened, who I am, and the consequences of everything that might come. I swing my leg over Hassan’s hips and place his hands on my belly."I need to ask you something. Think about it carefully, with love," I say.The thought is dangerous, but I know I can find support if I speak to the right people and hide it from those I must. His hands gently
Carolina AlcântaraI can take some time away from all this madness, enjoy my pregnancy alongside this man who seems to be starting to get involved with me. With a betrayed woman, insecure at the moment, practically using him as an escape from my reality.“Are you ready?” I look at the man, wearing only a towel around his waist.“I think so.” I feel my cheeks burning.“How long has it been since you felt this shy, Carol?” A smile spreads across my lips.As I ponder his question, I reflect on it. I’ve been with Bruno for over ten years. We've gone through so many situations together that embarrassment and awkwardness have become long-forgotten feelings.Hassan is something new. I still feel self-conscious about all the marks on my body. I was significantly overweight at one point, which left its traces. On top of that, living so long in the mafia taught me to train, change my eating habits, and most importantly, learn how to defend myself. Because of this, I lost a lot of fat and gained
Bruno AlcântaraThe days have been passing, and with each one, it feels worse than the last. Lying in our bed and not feeling the scent of my wife drives me crazy. I no longer know what to tell our children; they’re starting to believe I’m lying to them.Finally, my Goddess answers the call. Her voice sounds different; there’s no more irritation, but something else there that I can’t identify. Maybe she called Fritz and told him what happened.I watch as she talks to our children and nieces and nephews, who came to spend the weekend at our house. Matheus is the saddest; our boy is only four years old and is as attached to his mother as my little popcorn is.“When are you coming back, mommy?” he insists on asking.He’s asked this question several times, and she just avoided it, which made me believe she has no intention of coming back to this house, not with me here.“Once mommy can solve a problem with daddy, my champ.”She says it with a soft voice, but I can hear a hint of pain in h
Bruno AlcântaraI drive the car as far as I can, taking us away from everyone. I need to release my anger, and I don’t want anyone around.We arrive at the cabin at the top of the hill, and I get out of the car and kneel down, letting the tears come out. Juliana approaches and simply hugs me, hoping to calm me down a little.“I drank, I was drugged, and I slept with someone else thinking it was Carol. She showed up just in time…”I confess to my sister and see her horrified face.I know I’m wrong, and I won’t justify my mistake. I deserve whatever Carol is doing to me.I had promised her that I would never drink again to the point of losing my senses.I let my damn insecurity speak louder, didn’t trust my wife’s feelings, and accused her of allowing Carrillo to make a move on her. That’s where it all started.“She wanted to form an alliance. I know my wife is beautiful, and sometimes she uses her charm to get what she needs,” I tell my sister.We’ve been sitting on the grass in front o
Carolina AlcântaraSeeing my children was just what I needed at that moment. It gave me a sliver of hope that everything inside me might settle, having my children by my side to enjoy the arrival of a new brother or sister.Even seeing Bruno for those few minutes and telling him about the pregnancy brought out the anger I feel toward him. But when he said he demanded to be involved in the pregnancy, that’s when I got irritated.“Demand?”Bruno has no right to demand anything. What happened will always be considered a betrayal, no matter if he claims he was under the influence. I need to talk to my mother and mother-in-law to figure out a way to keep him safe from Fritz.I end the call just as I see Hassan entering my closet, letting out a relieved sigh when he sees me sitting on the floor amidst my scattered clothes.I watch as he slides down the doorframe, his eyes locked on mine, smiling. I may not be head over heels for this charming and seductive Arab, but it’s undeniable that he’
Carolina AlcântaraWith the situation under control, I head up to my room, change into something more comfortable, and prepare for what I have in mind. Before leaving, I go back to the closet to find my phone, which I had dropped earlier.I scroll through my contacts, searching for the person I need to call right now. I find Henrique’s number, but to my surprise, it’s Charles who answers.“Good morning, Madame Switzerland!” he greets me calmly.“Good morning, Charles. I need help, and I know you can assist me,” I reply, hearing him laugh.I wasn’t in a friendly mood at that moment, I was furious. That idiot had entered my house, put my babies at risk, and now all I wanted was to end him.“There’s a property not too far from here; it should take just about an hour by car,” he says.I thank him, and just as I’m about to leave the room, Hassan enters. His expression is worried. I watch as he closes the door and walks toward me. I nestle into his arms and feel his comforting presence.I t
Bruno AlcântaraSince my Goddess left me, the nights have been unbearably hard. I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in days, and the silence in the house has made it even worse. I miss her and the joy our little ones bring, filling our home with laughter and chaos.When I finally manage to catch a few moments of sleep before work, I get a call from Vanessa. I wish she had given me more details about what happened. But if she reached out, it must mean my Goddess was truly in danger.I tell no one that I’m heading to Miami. I book a seat on a commercial flight and set off toward the woman I love. I know my sister will lose her mind when she gets home and realizes I’m gone. We had agreed to talk about how my mom might protect me from Fritz.It was early, and the airport was packed with people. I kept my head low, wearing a cap and dark sunglasses. I might not be a global celebrity, but some paparazzi would sell their souls for a picture of me without my Goddess.I made it through the gate
Bruno AlcântaraBehind the first door, there was just an empty room with the same decor as the rest of the house.I turned towards another door that was closed, my heartbeat was deafening, and I felt something was wrong, at least inside this house.I slowly turned the doorknob, the sweet perfume of my wife reaches me before I could fully open the door and see her lying in bed. I hold the door and feel eyes on me, just as I notice movement in the room.Courage, man!Just two more steps, and you’ll see your Goddess. I close my eyes and open the door completely, only to be surprised by what I see…Carolina was sleeping soundly, holding a pillow, I could see that she was naked underneath the thin sheet that barely covered her beautiful body. I let out a heavy breath, realizing she was fine.I enter the room, my eyes fixed on her exposed breasts. I feel an erection beginning to bother me, longing for my wife’s forgiveness and the warmth of her body again. I close the door and find it odd t
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