Aslan MurabakI kissed Diana before leaving the room. Even I hadn't understood what happened between the two of us, maybe I'm going crazy, I promised myself I would stay miles away from her. And in the end I'm here curling up with her in the bathroom of my plane. Ever since that day at the club she's been messing with me in a way that no other woman has, it's like I need her, the warmth of her body and touching her skin and having her all to myself.I go to the other bathroom I have on the plane and look at myself in the mirror, my hair is all messed up my clothes are out of place and I smell like sex. I really wanted to take a shower before I went to face my sister, but I know that right now she must be freaking out, I think my sister had never seen this, a man and a woman with so much intimacy, I put my hands on the bathroom countertop and shake my head, this shouldn't have come from me, I'm HER keeper. And in the end my sister ends up seeing me in an awkward situation. I have to f
Bern was my first love. And today I know what hate is because of her. Our first kiss was unforgettable. When we were still teenagers, she found me in one of the palace gardens, she called me for a walk. She was the most beautiful and delicate girl that had ever happened, I went running like a puppy. We walked there, until she started running encouraging me to go after her, but the girl tripped and fell, she hurt her foot and I went running after her as soon as I saw her fallen, I picked her up and carried her and she held my neck and kissed me. We were twelve years old, I was very embarrassed, I didn't know how to act or what to do, whether to put my tongue inside her mouth, but she guided me perfectly, it was a quick kiss, because if someone caught us there I would have to marry her, honour in our country is something very serious. I took her inside the palace on my lap and she said that it was one of the happiest days of her life and that she dreamed of it. I left her on the sofa in
Aslan MurabakOur holidays were with our families, each one in his own country. Our relationship was no longer the same. I had more commitments than before and didn't have much time to stay behind her. The calls, which were frequent, started to be my calls only. If I called, she answered, and if I didn't call, we didn't speak. I understood that she was with her friends and wanted to enjoy her holidays. I was taking second or third place in her life, and that made me sad. My princess, who had all the time in the world for me, now always had something to do or someone to visit.My parents, with each passing day, were arranging more commitments for me, and I spent all my holidays in meetings, closing deals and making diplomatic trips. The life of a sheik is not as simple as people think. We have a lot of commitments and practically no life. That's how the royal family works. Another very important detail is to never get involved in trouble. A personal assistant is like a shadow behind yo
Aslan MurabakWe were together for a while, and Bern continued to ignore me. I decided to let her live her life and stay out of it. Seeing Bern hurt me, so I decided not to look for her anymore. I rarely went to their bedroom door, only when it was extremely necessary or when Tiffany asked me to. Once, after we had studied and had a hot night, Tiffany forgot a book in my room and asked me to bring it there, because I woke up late and was going to class later. Tiffany had told me that Bern was not at home either, and since they left the door open - which I thought was dangerous - I opened the door very carefully so as not to draw the neighbours' attention. However, as I entered the flat, I heard noises coming from Berna's room."B-Berna, I want to have sex with you. You know how much we both complete each other," the man said, as my hand closed into a fist.I felt a wave of hatred take over me. I wished I could blow that idiot's face off. I looked into the mirror of Bern's room and cou
Diana RodriguesI was without reaction. I realized how my appearance had deteriorated. I looked in the mirror and my hair looked awful. The elegant woman I had become had disappeared. I tried to fix myself up again, but without Joseph, it was a failed attempt. I am terrible at make-up and hair, so I don't even want to think about what my husband's parents will think of me. At least here I have to wear the veil, which will hide my hair.Speaking of the veil, I wonder if I will adapt to these customs here. I know that women who practice the religion must wear clothes that do not show the body and cover their hair with scarves. I researched a little about this and discovered that in Kudsi, the country where I am, the restrictions are not as strict as in other places nearby, but I will still have to adapt to many things.I took my shoes and came out of the bathroom, sitting on the big comfortable bed in the room. I stared at my feet for a long time. It would only be two years, but how cou
Diana Rodrigues The plane was landing and my heart was pounding. Something I realized was that employees are employees, and bosses are bosses. I was very upset that José was together with Aslan's employees. I have a contract, and I have to fulfil it, that's what I kept repeating.I was one of the last to get off the plane. In fact, I even thought that Aslan had forgotten me inside. I take a deep breath and get out of the plane. The first thing that strikes me is the view of the place, but when I look downstairs, several cars and men are waiting for Aslan. And I ask myself: why all this security? Could it be that it's so dangerous here?"Girlfriend, where is your scarf?" José is waiting for me."I forgot it inside the plane.""I'll get it for you." He quickly climbed the stairs of the plane."Where is your hijab, Diana?" Aslan asks me angrily."I forgot it.""Never forget it, you know you can't show your hair," Aslan said angrily."I'm sorry. How am I going to live here?" The question
Aslan MurabakI knew things were going to be difficult, but I didn't imagine how difficult. Right now, my wife who I loved so much and her father are at my father's house, waiting for me. My phone rang as soon as I got into the car.'We need to talk, Aslan Murabak, you as a head of state only embarrass your people."What are you talking about my father?", I wondered what it was."You will know when you get to the palace.""I'm not going to the palace, I'm going to my house, we'll talk tomorrow.""No," he was very direct. "I want you here and now, we have to talk about some things. I heard you left the airport. I'm waiting for you," and then he hung up the phone.My father and I are very similar, when we want something, we are direct. As a head of state we have to be like that and decide what is going to be done quickly and intelligently. I called one of my allies at the palace, who informed me that Faruk and Berna had been staying at the palace for a few days and were probably already
Diana RodriguesI was in a palace when, in my life, I could imagine living this. Everything glittered; gold took over the decoration of every part of the place. And I kept wondering how rich Aslan and his family were. Would I be able to adapt to being among these people? And who were they?I went into a room with the women. Unlike my culture, where we mix, here it is customary to have this separation. The men were in another room, discussing someone's future, while the women were in a different place, drinking tea, looking at each other's faces and talking about the future of their children.Aisha had warned me not to accept the tea, just pretend I'm drinking it, because here they have a custom of putting something in the tea of those they don't like or who they think might cause some problem for them. I didn't like that part, but what can I do? I am just an actress, playing the role of a wife. I sat down on the sofa where Aisha pointed, she sat next to me, and I watched Aslan's mothe