All Chapters of MY FRIENDS FATHER: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Mahjub Al-MakkiFour years have passed since the day Hope hit me at the entrance of the conference, the day I broke her heart and realized I was doing the worst thing I could. At that moment outside, when I heard her speak and felt the pain she was feeling, I felt miserable for destroying the heart of an innocent girl.Even knowing that Hope was being prepared to be my wife one day, I didn’t imagine the depth of it. I imagined that, like me, she would be far from feeling anything for me. After all, if we saw each other three times a year, it was a lot.We went to the conference, so I could apologize to her father, but before I could go in, she appeared, coming out of the building. It would have been perfect, but I didn’t count on her reaction. Seeing her eyes fill with tears, I realized.Hope was in love. She had feelings for me, the man who was photographed with a different woman every week, embarrassing my parents who had a commitment with her parents. It was the opportunity I neede

Laís CarterI was sitting on a bench watching Henrique get knocked down by Petter again in less than five minutes. My thoughts were on the mess my brother Mahjub caused, with Hope.I know that for my parents, the shame they are feeling right now is the worst, but if they support my brother, all of this will soon become just a chapter in this story. Something tells me we need to dip our toes in to solve this situation.My mother always said I needed to be a strategist, like she always was. Over the years, I came to see the same vision my grandfather Salim had when he imagined Mahjub with Mattia’s daughter.I got up from the bench and left my husband there getting beaten by his advisor, and went to find Leon, who should have been watching something with Ella. This is our kids’ vacation month.That’s how I managed to convince Amélie to let them get to know each other better. I passed by the TV room and saw the four of them sitting there watching a cartoon on streaming. I picked up the ph

Hope de LucaThe past few years have been a whirlwind in my life. Moving to Moscow and dedicating myself entirely to the Bolshoi was what I needed to breathe away from all the confusion that the media caused when they started investigating. Everyone was intrigued about why I punched the prince.Besides, spending almost two months with my hand immobilized was not at all interesting. Every time I looked at my hand, I remembered the damn video of the prince practically having sex with two women at the same time. I take a deep breath and focus on what's happening.This week, my family arrived to celebrate my twentieth birthday. As much as I love them, I wanted to spend the day alone, without anyone around, just to torture the idiot who realized the huge mess he made when I turned my back on the heir of Sudan.I look out the window of my apartment, the sun finally come back to brighten my sad life, even though it was by my choice to be the way I am, I like the solitude I have in Moscow. Ev

Mahjub Al-MakkiIf it weren't enough to have seen the woman I fell in love with being proposed to by another man, now I am surprised by the person I never imagined would be at the door of my hotel room. I'm taken aback to see her still in her evening gown, with a discreet smile on her face.I glance to the side and see her Secret Service agents standing by my door, waiting for some reaction from me. What could I do but let Hope's mother into my room?"Mrs. De Luca!" I greet her and usher her in.Pietra looks at Hope's mother and smiles gently. I see her looking somewhat confused and taking two steps back. I could see in her eyes that she was starting to imagine something that didn't exist.I look at my friend, who rises from the bed and approaches Hope's mother with the gentle smile that is so characteristic of her."Mahjub is nothing like what has been said about him in recent years. The mistake he made is much more yours than his..." she defends me.I smile at my friend, watching he

Hope de Luca"Hope, come out of there," I hear my mother calling.I jump out of bed in a hurry and head to the door to talk to my mom, glancing at Gui, who was still lying down, now with his arms behind his head and a mischievous smile. Thank Allah, I hadn't taken off my clothes yet. I open the door and see my mom with a smile, pointing to my living room.Through the doorway, I see where she's pointing and spot my dad heading towards the drinks cabinet that I only had to have in the apartment because of Guilherme's fondness for drinking. I nod in confirmation and go back to the room, closing the door. This time, I start undressing right there in front of Guilherme, who doesn't even flinch. He looks back at the ceiling, surely still lost in his thoughts about Pietra. I don't know what we'll do, but the only thing I'm sure of is that we'll make those two beg for our forgiveness.Mahjub, much more than Pietra, since she was just a victim of some scheme they cooked up for my fake fiancé.