Diana RodriguesAslan's reaction when he saw me greeting John was extremely chauvinistic. I'm not sure if I'm just not used to how men here treat their wives. Maybe I can't live like this. I could tell when he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me out of the hall.It left me fearful. Would I live like this, or was it just a burst of anger he was having? I hope it's the latter and that it won't happen again. I went to the office with him, and there he asked me about Aisha's story. But his words hurt me even more, especially when he mentioned that he had bought me and that I owed him loyalty. It was a burst of my anger.My hand went straight to his face. I wouldn't accept him doing that to me again. I ran out of there after slapping him and didn't know at what point I thought my life could be different. It was just an illusion. Stubborn tears insisted on falling from my eyes as I sneaked through the palace corridors.Maybe I didn't even know where I was going; I just wanted to reach my ro
Diana RodriguesAslan's kiss tasted like whisky; it was clear he had been drinking more than usual. His hands were holding my face, one on each side. The way he held me was extremely possessive, as if he was afraid I would evaporate along with the hot water that surrounded us.Meanwhile, my hands were on his chest, feeling the warm skin of the man in front of me, making me gasp with every kiss he gave me. It felt so good to explore his body, to feel his excitement, his hardened member. My thumb circled the tip and slid over the delicate skin as he moaned with pleasure. Faster movements made him kiss me with more ardor.He grabbed my buttocks and lifted me, concentrating our desire in a thrust that made me moan and release a throaty scream of pleasure. The warm water that bathed us moved and wet the Carrara marble floor of the bathroom. The latent desire with each movement, making me enter a cloud of desire as his fingers circled my pleasure point. I couldn't stop; I wanted him to have
Diana RodriguesWhen my eyes met the person standing at that door, I became completely speechless. I know I should have been more convincing, and I was angry with myself for not having any reaction."I didn't think it would be you opening the door," she entered the room."Where did you think I would be?""In some other room, of course, or did Aslan move out?""He's taking a shower, and what do you want here?""I came to..." she paused and gave a mocking smile, furrowing her brows, "He didn't tell you? About the ball?" Now she was crossing the line, I was nervous, and I knew nothing about any damn ball. "Your husband didn't tell you anything about the ball we were invited to, the Spanish King's birthday ball? Maybe he doesn't want you to go, that's why he didn't tell you.""Berna, I think it's best if you leave.""Let me tell you, Diana, you don't belong in this world. Look at you, an ordinary and dull woman. We all know your marriage is a sham, that Aslan is avoiding me," she whispere
Diana RodriguesAslan's hand grasps my neck and squeezes gently, squeezing my legs. The towel that was around his waist has long since fallen to the floor. The kisses on my back and the cold stone when Aslan leans me over the balcony ledge make me shiver.He now wants to concentrate on the pieces of clothing that remain on my body. He places a hand on either side of my pants and pulls them down, removing the fabric that was clinging to my skin. Spreading my legs apart, he makes circular movements with his fingers on my pleasure point. The sounds come out of my mouth involuntarily.I leaned back on the cold stone and the shivers became more intense. Aslan was a perfect lover, every caress made me crazier for him, the sex was hot and pleasurable. He positions himself behind me and spreads my legs a little, putting the last piece of fabric aside to make way. I feel when he's inside me, the strong movements and the hands that run along my body driving me crazy with desire. We're on the top
Diana RodriguesI don't know when I started living this madness, everything in my life is moving so fast that I'm afraid of what the future might be holding for me. Right now, I'm heading to the party of a king, a simple girl from the outskirts who used to work as a hotel maid, now wearing a dress worth the price of a car and a precious necklace around my neck.Madrid at night has its charm, at this time of the year, the sun sets later and the orange hues in the sky give a charm to the city surrounded by historic buildings. On the streets, the lights mingle with the last rays of the day's sun, it's like living inside a painting. But I can say with all the conviction in the world that I'm in a fairy tale and the evil witch really exists, and she's not an old and ugly one with a wart on her nose, like in the stories."We're arriving," Aslan tells me."Wow, this is grand," the palace comes into view."My castle is bigger.""Seriously? You're going to keep saying yours is bigger?""I'm st
Diana Rodrigues"Lemi, please get me out of here.""What happened? I saw you leaving and followed you.""Just get me out of this place, please.""But what about my brother?""Don't tell me your brother's name. If you don't help me get out of here, I'll go alone.""Come with me."We walked to the parking lot, my heels sinking into some small holes between the sidewalk stones. Lemi was kind to me and accompanied me patiently. We reached where he had parked the car he had come to the event in. He opened the door for me, and I got in without thinking."Are you sure?" he said as he got into the car and gently held my hand."Yes, I don't want to be a part of a story that isn't mine anymore."My fairy tale didn't last long, just like everything good in my life. Now, I would be discarded, just as Berna had told me I would be. I was afraid of what was to come, and I can say that even my body was trembling. Anxiety and anger made my legs shake."I don't know what happened to you, but stay calm.
Aslan MurabakI was irritated that Diana went out with José and took so long to return. She didn't know about the threats I had been facing, especially in those last few days. I had no idea who Diana Rodrigues"Lemi, please get me out of here.""What happened? I saw you leaving and followed you.""Just get me out of this place, please.""But what about my brother?""Don't tell me your brother's name. If you don't help me get out of here, I'll go alone.""Come with me."We walked to the parking lot, my heels sinking into some small holes between the sidewalk stones. Lemi was kind to me and accompanied me patiently. We reached where he had parked the car he had come to the event in. He opened the door for me, and I got in without thinking."Are you sure?" he said as he got into the car and gently held my hand."Yes, I don't want to be a part of a story that isn't mine anymore."My fairy tale didn't last long, just like everything good in my life. Now, I would be discarded, just as Berna
Diana RodriguesI still marvel at the beauty of the world, in every corner my feet step, even though I haven't been to many places. And without a doubt, Italy also has its own way of captivating anyone who sets foot on its lands. We were amidst the vineyards of Segreti Vineyards, the couple that was welcoming us and their little girl were very hospitable, and for a few minutes, I even forgot I was on the run.Lemi remained by my side the whole time; I think he was the kindest person I've ever met in my life, always saying something silly to make me smile. Geovane and Mia told their story while we made our way to where we would be staying. They insisted a lot that we stay at their house, and we felt embarrassed not to accept. They assured us that it was a place only for family, and we could take refuge there as long as we wanted. They didn't ask too many questions.The house was a mix of rustic and modern, with stone walls and glass windows and doors that showcased a beautiful sunset.