All Chapters of The Heartless Princess: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

As agreed, when the sun began to set and the excavation work ended, Lauren headed for the shower, concentrating on getting every little thing done without fumbling. It wasn't something difficult, she knew what to do when she moved to her tent with only her underwear under the towel, her hair wet and her eyes on the empty bed until the entrance to the tent moved and Karila entered the room without asking permission and put the completely black suit on the bed.— Look later. - She spoke dryly without throwing a single glance at the historian who watched her leave as quickly as she entered. She doubted herself with attitudes as furtive as that. But he bent down to touch the fabric of the garment, it really did look like something the princess would wear, were it not for the formality, a black button-up shirt that went at the high collar, the blazer lined with a gold brooch being the only front fastening, and straight cut and high waisted. Elegant, something that suits your personal tast

The paved road presented subtle slopes as the intimidating-looking powerful machine increased its speed and the roar of the engine was lost in the endless darkness of the desert that stretched between the giant mountains that shaped the temples that fragmented along the way.Irony was the black Porsche passing at overwhelming speed in front of the temple that was located in Edfu, the temple of Horus, the god of the rising sun who sacrificed the safety of his own life in the name of avenging the death of his father Osiris, a God like the one who did not cease his quest until he killed the murderer of the one he loved most and finally became ruler of Egypt.A good ending, even if it was always clear that any political or power figure, regardless of the time or what he lived, would never leave that position without tarnishing a practical and minimal model of character, Karila Aistarabaw I would not be an exception to this rule, his personal capabilities ranged from very concrete convic

— You can give me the luxury of talking to you at different times, I want to exchange words with you alone, Lauren Jauregui. – He warned making her stop the movement. The historian nodded, feigning indifference to the fact, even if she didn't like how that was going to sound.“I'll wait outside. - She warned leaving one last look at Karila who moved uncomfortably in her place. Al Sisi watched her for some time.“They found Omar dead in Al Mahamid, coincidence that he was so close to here. Have you seen him these days? – The president asked with fake casualness. Karla nodded.“Yesterday he came to visit me in the morning, he wanted to make sure I was protected because we were friends, there were attacks on my home in Cairo, unexplained attacks. – She mocked the fact by indirectly pointing out that maybe Al Sisi knew what she was talking about. The man ignored the hint."Perhaps whoever attacked you went after him because he was linked to you, aren't you sickened by so many misfortu

“I felt I should give this to you to find something again, Your Highness. – He spoke respectfully, the look on Karila's face as she accepted the envelopes, looking at the writing she recognized so much, something inside her broke again into thousands of pieces and shuddered, unable to move forward to read."I'll read later." - She justified hoarsely, her gaze averted. The man accepted, he knew it would be difficult to proceed. Karila thought about the deal with Al Sisi and shifted from the bed.“We need to wait for her to get better, or at least long enough for the doctor to indicate that the situation is calmer, I want to transfer her to Marrakesh, she cannot enter Egypt again or Al Sisi will kill her, the price this is it, we need to pay it. - He warned without raising his voice, he knew that there was nothing to do against the will of the president, his words would be kept. He wanted Karila in the country so that she would be susceptible to possible accidents.I wouldn't let her

POV Narratorsome days in the pastSilence filled the space of Karila's private jet, the princess looked lostly silent ahead, they were going from Luxor to Riyadh for Omar's funeral, she dared an act that brought certain insecurities, but which would continue because it would be too suspicious not to attend the funeral of a man who has always exposed himself publicly as a friend.Normani had her eyes on the screen of her personal cell phone, not focusing on Karila watching her silently as the plane headed towards its target.“If Hadd manages to sort things out in Aswan, I want you to send him to El Kab and not Cairo with my escort. - Karila spoke suddenly, breaking the silence, making Normani look at her, intrigued by the request."Are you concerned about the safety of historians?" – Normani asked fidgeting in her seat, her body projecting the attention of the princess who remained motionless, looking directly at Normani, her straight brown hair falling over her charmingly casual