All Chapters of My Cold Billionaire Husband : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

INAYA -Once Hamza finished talking about his struggle of living as a "restrained male" with his wife I had no comment to make, it was inappropriate to praise him for being so professional in this aspect to the point where I started to question my womanhood, and it was inappropriate as well to say,"keep up the good work! You were doing just excellently! I can't promise you though to make things easier for you because this woman will remain tempting even wearing a large hijab!"So I ended up spending a long time trying to suppress my laughter and unexplainable joy just to say in the end,"oh... I see"I headed towards the kitchen to cook right after I said this short sentence leaving Hamza staring at me dumbfounded, I had the widest grin on my face the moment I gave him my back, needless to say, it, was this attractive woman - of course I mean me- had suddenly gained back her appetite and energy, and decided to lead the life of a healthy eating person.I opened the fridge to see what I

INAYA - When I was 18 years old, I said to the 22 years old Hamza,"I don't believe that there's something such as selfless love in the world... We all are selfish, either we want to be loved by others without loving them back, or we want as much love from others as we give them, We always want to be on the receiving end, This is how the world works, take us for example... If I say that I don't love you not even a single bit, would you still insist on wasting your emotions on me knowing that you'll never receive anything in return?"At that age, I was in my last year of high school, and I wasn't in my best mental shape.I used to be a top student in middle school But ever since my mother abandoned me, I abandoned everything else in my life with her departure, my friends, my dreams, and my studies.I felt like everything was pointless... And that people were frauds.I moved from being the first student in the class to hanging just above the average, what saved my barely surviving grad

He paused and looked at me for a bit and then he called,"Inaya"I felt strange with him calling my name although I was sitting right beside him, still, I replied,"yes"He took a deep breath... And then he said,"If you can't possibly love me back then I choose to have this with you... A compromised love"It was only many years later when that man honestly admitted, "I hate hawthorns... I hate them the way you hate cabbages, I really don't stand their taste"Yet he forced himself to finish half a bag of them on the rooftop just to accompany me... Just to stay with me.Wasn't that a blunt compromise after all that I still never saw?When he confessed:"I really... really love you"I couldn't even look at the man lying on the bed beside me because I was choking in guilt, it wasn't like his feelings were not obvious, I just chose not to see them. it took me so long before I finally asked,"Since when?""Always." He replied without a drop of hesitation."Even back when I was 18?" I asked

My heart felt so heavy looking at the smiling him in the pictures... Seeing him holding the young me in his arms, he was the kindest person in the world to me, my life turned into a continuous misery without him.I hardly kept my tears when I met my father in this way, Happy with a friend.I looked at Nadir again and I pointed at the little boy standing in the last picture while handing all the pictures back to him, and I asked,"Is this you?""yes""you were a short fatty.." I commented.I tried to remember such a short fatty person and I blurrily had a recollection of a boy whose name was Nada, and who was an introvert who didn't like me at all, as for the other man in the picture... My father's friend, my memories of him were larger in size, he used to buy me a lot of candy, And he visited us a few times after my father's death as well. But a lot of people visited us after my father's death so I never felt he was anyhow more special."wasn't your name Nada?" I asked.The elegant la

INAYA -"you're my Inaya... You're only mine" Hamza whispered possessively while cupping my face with his palms after he kissed me.Such a violent kiss and such words, I only had them once before. It was when Hamza kissed me after I met with my long college boyfriend behind his back, Aziz Chelou,When I passed my baccalaureate exams(college entrance exams), I miraculously got high marks so Mr. Belguassem suggested that I should go study in D city at an elite journalism college, the kind whose students have a prosperous future in the Media field. When I read about that school I was so excited about it, It was actually the first time in a really long while that I felt like I really wanted something.So I agreed, and I was soon administered there, when college started, it was then when I met Aziz chellou, the man who will be my boyfriend for the next three years to come.Being new in D city having no friends and no one to communicate with, I signed up for so many clubs in college, even t