All Chapters of The Heartless Princess: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

But she seemed to enjoy defying any obviousness, her face moved up a little, she propped herself up on her elbows so she could reach my ear and take a deep, hot breath, panting so fast that just hearing that sound put me in a painful state. of excitement and anxiety.— Disturbingly fascinating. – Her husky voice came to me with a slight choke, as if it cost her too much to quote that, which gave me the necessary motivation to look at her again and feel that she glowed with excessive admiration when she appreciated my body, when she looked at me without eat, his hands coming to caress my shoulders.My sudden insecurity turned into vanity, that physical vanity as a woman that I always felt was part of me when I looked at myself naked in the mirror and understood myself as a natural, who appreciated every inch of her body without self-sacrificing my humor or self-esteem. with something so banal, I was again seen as attractive enough, as a person equal to his desires, my mouth hungrier

Everyone was gathered in the main room when the footsteps coming from the stairs and the courtyard had them turning their curious faces towards the movement. Lauren crossed her arms and watched as Akil walked into the room beside Hadd, in his aesthetically fantastic black suits, the gloves with Karila's crests, the one with the goatee, Lauren's personal security paused by the front door, but Akil continued on down the steps. steps in a hurry, approaching the door of one of the security escort's Audi's.Karila had a judicial visit, she needed to go to the local police station to resolve the procedures involving her agreement with Al Sisi. One of her escorts would go first to check the local perimeter, she would leave in a matter of 20 minutes over there, but her intention was not to avoid attendance, it wasn't like him.Her long legs came together elegantly as she entered the room beside Sarosh, and again she wore the Hijab over her straight hair, the black scarf falling close to her

Lauren's POVKarila remained untouched by my side, not moving an inch to pay the country's president any formal greeting, a luxury I didn't have when I offered him my right hand, disgusted by the firm grip and his wary black eyes. in me."I believe this conversation is a personal and private matter, is it not?" – He questioned looking at Karila, demonstrating that he didn't want me to be there, between their conversation.I was ready to go if they wanted, it wasn't my obligation to be there.— Lauren stays, she needs to hear our conversation, as well as the other historians who were willing to contribute to something positive for the Egyptian people. - Karila spoke directly to him, making me swallow vigorously and return to stand beside him, my eyes diverting downwards, noticing the zealous shine of the president's shoes.The hurried steps of heels coming forward was the warning of a flustered Ursel, followed by Gold and Mahara coming. They entered the throne room followed by Kari

POV NarratorIn the most luxurious part of Marrakesh, where mansions with Moroccan decorations were listed side by side in an eye-popping splendor, the princess of Morocco had an exorbitantly ostentatious property that she commanded alongside her husband, the King of the country who had made her an official title of public recognition.Silence prevailed in the room where the black woman was staying, her eyes lost in the almost dark environment, settled in the wide and comfortable bed, she moved uncomfortably when she heard a knock on the door and the princess came in holding a golden tray, with drink and food for her. feed yourself. She wore the gold abaya tight around her body, always as elegant as a princess.— I took advantage of my husband leaving for his appointments and I was able to come visit him this morning, we can talk if you want. – Dayna suggested to Normani who looked at her with complete apathy and didn't answer. Her posture was strange since the day she woke up agai

Gentle grace was in the unattainable, in how nothing seemed out of place, sustaining the divine graces of monarchies, and the historical weights that came like the costly fabrics of their garments. In every part of the world there were still living representatives of the power of a nobility and with them the radiant gold carrying unlistable historical debts and impractical responsibilities because democracy needed to be maintained.Leaving her room at almost eleven in the morning, Karila moved to her meeting room, she wished to have her breakfast there, even if it was necessary to cultivate her presence with the historians on the floor below, she still had other needs at that moment that they demanded a greater sobriety of themselves than just playing around while everything was happening outside the walls of their mansion.A few months ago and these were already about to complete 4 months in which the historians were there, their personal routine had completely changed, their break