All Chapters of The Heartless Princess: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"She's the most frightening woman I've ever seen, maybe she wants that, you shouldn't have tried to break the cycle no matter how alarming it was... Maybe she really wants to play Russian roulette, decimate at the cost of being decimated." , maybe she has a fetish of being chased, deep down nobody knows, even though she's close to her, maybe she hides it. A woman like that who doesn't even try to hide her bad reputation isn't afraid of anything, she just does it. I think she already has an idea of what you tried so hard to hide, which is the fact that she is slowly killing herself. Like you said, she lost everything, husband, family, everything... No one survives for long like that naturally, whatever it is, trying to be a good angel or not, her soul has been dead for years, we just did her the favor of killing ourselves too. - I said leaning back on the couch completely accepting my fate. After so much, that's all I had left. I'm no match. “I got you into this, forgi

— Hamid why did you run away from me... She wailed in such an affectionate and appreciative tone that I looked at her in complete amazement, feeling her hands move to my shoulder, pulling me close, touching her forehead to mine, her eyes fluttering shut as she had me close, the long, black lashes, tears wetting her eyes... so fascinating was her voice asking me to stay close. My body shuddered when I felt the hands surrounding me, my face rested next to hers, avoiding following what she wanted by the strength she exerted in pulling me to hug her on the floor.And it stopped, at some point all my shaking stopped and I could hear her labored breathing. Half of my body was on the rug, and the other half rested on hers as she pressed my face against hers. It's like closing your eyes and relaxing with your head in a lion's mouth.But I couldn't move abruptly, I don't know her, I don't know her reactions, I can't even imagine how she would react imagining that I'm her husband an

POV Narrator Karila had a keen mind for threats. Normani had anticipated that they were after her on a different level than other times, the princess didn't seem afraid either, it was more about the level of threat they could cause in retaliation, she wasn't afraid of being arrested or falling into a trap, he was too calculating not to foresee the next steps. “They went after the foreigner in the apartment, like you said, when they were together, they dare to know about her, that woman could become a target if she doesn't give them what they want. Karila spoke quickly, her hands clasping together as she sat in her conference room talking to Normani. 'She won't give them anything, she knows it's wrong, she wouldn't betray her trust just now that you've won her back, Lauren isn't mean or stupid. - Normani spoke looking at the princess who was watching her deeply, the brown eyes searching for traces of a lie, Normani gave her a very strong proof of trust by saving her life the day bef

The only person who was willing to help me at my worst moment when I had no one would simply be killed because I had a proud and crazy head boss addicted to a destructive and terrifying revenge. Crazy. And who am I next to anyone in this country? What can I do? Screaming downtown? Say it was Normani's mistake? I'm nothing. The policemen seemed too convinced, they have their evidence, and I honestly don't doubt that Normani did it, his honor to Karila was superior to anything, I remember the princess falling to the ground poisoned saying only the name of her maid, she wanted a chase, she wanted Tawaba caught and paid, it was the princess's fault and she didn't seem to have an ounce of remorse to shake it off. Normani of that problem. Crazy destructive. It was so strange to realize that even though all the things were happening right in front of the noses of our entire group of historians, they were so oblivious to even the danger that we were running in being host

She was being so honest in giving away a half bio of her that I felt too guilty to lie, was it selfish of me? Or did I have to think about my life and let her think that way? My silence seemed to pull away from me somehow, as if her exposure was too much and I felt her moving away and the doors closing onto the terrace. I waited in complete silence a few seconds before pulling the fabric from my face, looking around. Her glass was there, the bottle half full, and I was alone. I put my glasses on my face and looked around, hopelessly curious. The doors to her room closed, leaving only the gap exposed by the curtain that was on the side of the glass, her body passed with her back to the glass and I saw her straight brown hair falling down her back, it looked much bigger than I could have predicted, going beyond your waist, huge and beautiful my heart sped up in fear that she would turn around and her face would reveal itself in full accusation, she was in the privacy of the