All Chapters of The Heartless Princess: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Lauren's POVShe knows.Momentarily it was my only conviction as I got up from that place, left the empty cup in the kitchen and climbed the steps feeling my bones twitching at some point. She's the devil, she knows everything... I can imagine so. I'm also not the most committed woman in keeping secrets, my idiocy could have gotten me into trouble...He can...Why then does she remain so peacefully silent? No death threats? What does she do that's so grandiose as to ignore that I've seen her bare, tattooed back with my own eyes? I don't understand, but I can't complain, she seemed melted in mockery and irony, her voice still echoed in my mind asking me to tell her with that conviction if I had tattoos.As I rounded the steps and walked peacefully in disbelief, I stopped in front of the half-open door of her meeting room, a single crack was open and I frowned looking inside with curiosity, it never opened like that. I looked down the empty hallway and couldn't hear anything other

Lauren's POVMy day was complicated and full of silence, I went back to supporting Ursel even with my head far away, I had dinner with the historians and we didn't see the princess's presence at any of those times, she had already announced that she would travel, she was planning her things while I I was more focused on my own mess which had put a certain amount of despondency in me.She must hate me for drawing me to her, even if there's nothing in my head about the reasons for your coldness for ignoring that and still keeping me here. After a while too focused on aspiring for it I ended up giving up and giving up on following those boring thoughts that would drive me crazy and focused on my sanity, I may have done a lot of nonsense, but I won't be ashamed of having awakened things for them, I'm not ashamed of what I am and I won't be.The next day, that numb optimism seemed to wake up in me when Ursel told me that Karila had left at dawn to travel to Saudi Arabia, and it was on t

POV NarratorHer brown eyes were lost in the starry sky that night in Cairo, her terrace doors were ajar just because she wanted to feel the cold breeze blowing her body after bathing. Sitting in a comfortable armchair in front of the big doors, her straight hair falling over her shoulders, completely lost in thought, Karila maintained a stony silence.In her hands she held a photograph of her ex-husband and the ring was on one of her thighs bared by the short baby-doll. She looked over and over at both the details that took her away from reality and felt out of place.— Give me wisdom, Habib*. – He whispered to the photograph in his hand, lost in focus. She asked for her husband's omnipresence cohesion that she no longer felt to be so legitimate in herself, she could even doubt what she said if she thought too hard about what was going on inside her.He didn't like the taste that the absence of reason brought to his lips.That night, she didn't want to leave her room for dinner,

Lauren's POVToo offensive...I lay down in the back gardens, filling the bench with my legs, resting my left arm on the seat and holding one of the sheets of translations over my belly, losing my gaze on the bunch of flowers over my head in the sun-covered part where I lay hidden. of any inconvenience idiot.I would never do anything to her that wasn't consent, why was she pushing me like that? How could he be afraid of a poor thing? I'm just a historian...just a fucking...historian.You're not going to be pissed off about this Lauren, make sense, it's her house and she does what she wants... That's it. Snorting, still resigned that it wasn't quite as coherent as my yearning thoughts, I focused where I left off on that sheet. The author had just mentioned her professional aspirations, how intent she was on focusing on art and a trip to America, it was his first time out."I wonder every day when I wake up and I always notice additions. Whether it's one more man in the security t

The increasing drizzles of that Cairo night made Let it hurried forward, ready to open the restaurant doors and guide Karila first ahead of Hamid. The couple came together in easy strides, his smile for his wife so knowing and soft that all she could see beyond the drizzle was his beautiful smile fading as her face turned forward.His embrace was so tight on her, that for months after that night she could still feel his grip too tight around her, shielding her from any and all threats. Such a good-looking man in a suit, a real suicide, got close enough to fire sequential shots at Hamid and in a mad rush he pushed Karila forward, slapping her with the back of his right hand right in the face, even if he didn't whatever his pretense, his haste was immediate in doing what he had to do, a knife was in his palm, he did not foresee that the sharp blade would tear the princess's handkerchief and cut her lip, but he moved towards it with a violent fissure when he felt it. that Hamid was an a