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
Hassan Al-MakkiReturning home with Carolina and the children brought me a strange sensation, something unfamiliar to me, as I barely had a family to call my own. Even though I’m getting involved with this beautiful and fragile woman, she belongs to another man.From the moment I saw her crying in that kitchen, wearing only pajamas, I knew that at some point, she would return to her husband—not because she forgave what happened, as my Sayidati already forgave him long ago. I can see it in every longing sigh she has for that muscle-bound man, as she calls him.The children were restless in the back seat, pulling me out of my thoughts. I noticed they were eager for their mother's full attention.“Hassan?” Sayidati called me, and I glanced at the rearview mirror. “Stop at that diner...”I looked ahead and saw the drive-thru. The glow in her eyes and the smile on her face made it clear she was craving it. I nodded, rewarded with a lovely smile from the woman who has already stolen my hear
Hassan Al-MakkiI smiled at her conviction, unbuckled my belt, and lowered it just enough to free my erection."Look at me." My Sayidati was lying down on the table.I watched as she squeezed her breasts and tried to close her legs for comfort. Grabbing her thighs, I pulled her closer to me, keeping my eyes locked on hers, and slid her panties aside.I brushed my erection against her glistening core, guiding it until I was fully inside, pulling a moan from my woman."Are you my woman?" I asked, moving slowly in and out."I am, Tajdid, I’m yours..." she said, her eyes fixed on mine, the truth reflected in them.I quickened my movements, feeling her body preparing to explode into an orgasm. Supporting myself on her thighs, I spread her wide open, unable to stop imagining “my” woman in other positions.Mine. She had confirmed she was mine...I closed my eyes, envisioning my Sayidati wearing a hijab, walking through the palace as my parents doted on her like a princess.Sliding my fingers
Carolina AlcântaraDamn it!I didn’t expect Bruno to show up out of nowhere at my house. Seeing my bundle of muscles trying to act authoritarian, demanding I ease his fears, was just too much for me.How can I do that if I might get killed in the process? I think, watching him leave the room.I sit on the edge of the bed, trying to calm myself after being practically dragged out of my best sleep. I don’t regret letting him see me naked, since my body isn’t exactly a secret to Bruno.But when I saw Hassan open the door to check on me, I noticed his face wasn’t just worried, it carried a hint of jealousy. And by the way, he shut the door, it wasn’t directed at Bruno.I stand up from the bed, clutching the sheet against my body. I put on a dress but can’t find my underwear, at least not anywhere on the bedroom floor. I step out of the room, determined to find out if Bruno has already left.I glance at the living room and see Frank and Marcos sitting there, looking startled.“Where is my
Mattia de Luca“Fabrizia already said that I remember Giulia's party,” I say, irritated.My secretary might as well be a wife, with her insistence on hovering over me about my daughter. If she weren't so competent, I would have fired her already.I continue to review all the documents that need my attention. My company specializes in the production and distribution of fuels.I own the corporation across the entire Pacific West Coast, making me one of the biggest CEOs in the fuel industry.My life isn't just about Oil Corporation. Six years ago, my wife Antonella passed away after a battle with cancer, leaving me and Giulia on our own. I try to do my best, but looking at my daughter reminds me of how alone I am.I ended up distancing myself when I sent her to a boarding school in Washington. She comes home for the holidays, and we try to connect.Having a daughter who is almost twenty sometimes feels more challenging than it should. But my love for her is unconditional. I give her the
Carolina AlcântaraDamn it!I didn’t expect Bruno to show up out of nowhere at my house. Seeing my bundle of muscles trying to act authoritarian, demanding I ease his fears, was just too much for me.How can I do that if I might get killed in the process? I think, watching him leave the room.I sit on the edge of the bed, trying to calm myself after being practically dragged out of my best sleep. I don’t regret letting him see me naked, since my body isn’t exactly a secret to Bruno.But when I saw Hassan open the door to check on me, I noticed his face wasn’t just worried, it carried a hint of jealousy. And by the way, he shut the door, it wasn’t directed at Bruno.I stand up from the bed, clutching the sheet against my body. I put on a dress but can’t find my underwear, at least not anywhere on the bedroom floor. I step out of the room, determined to find out if Bruno has already left.I glance at the living room and see Frank and Marcos sitting there, looking startled.“Where is my
Hassan Al-MakkiI smiled at her conviction, unbuckled my belt, and lowered it just enough to free my erection."Look at me." My Sayidati was lying down on the table.I watched as she squeezed her breasts and tried to close her legs for comfort. Grabbing her thighs, I pulled her closer to me, keeping my eyes locked on hers, and slid her panties aside.I brushed my erection against her glistening core, guiding it until I was fully inside, pulling a moan from my woman."Are you my woman?" I asked, moving slowly in and out."I am, Tajdid, I’m yours..." she said, her eyes fixed on mine, the truth reflected in them.I quickened my movements, feeling her body preparing to explode into an orgasm. Supporting myself on her thighs, I spread her wide open, unable to stop imagining “my” woman in other positions.Mine. She had confirmed she was mine...I closed my eyes, envisioning my Sayidati wearing a hijab, walking through the palace as my parents doted on her like a princess.Sliding my fingers
Hassan Al-MakkiReturning home with Carolina and the children brought me a strange sensation, something unfamiliar to me, as I barely had a family to call my own. Even though I’m getting involved with this beautiful and fragile woman, she belongs to another man.From the moment I saw her crying in that kitchen, wearing only pajamas, I knew that at some point, she would return to her husband—not because she forgave what happened, as my Sayidati already forgave him long ago. I can see it in every longing sigh she has for that muscle-bound man, as she calls him.The children were restless in the back seat, pulling me out of my thoughts. I noticed they were eager for their mother's full attention.“Hassan?” Sayidati called me, and I glanced at the rearview mirror. “Stop at that diner...”I looked ahead and saw the drive-thru. The glow in her eyes and the smile on her face made it clear she was craving it. I nodded, rewarded with a lovely smile from the woman who has already stolen my hear
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
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
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
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’
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
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