All Chapters of MY FRIENDS FATHER: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Mahjub Al-MakkiThe desire to cry, knowing that even if I apologize to the woman I fell in love with, it might be in vain. Hope accepted Guilherme's marriage proposal, and at this moment, I'm deeply upset with Zara and Laís for never telling me that she was getting involved with someone else we both knew very well.I continue crying as I remember how beautiful she looked as Odette, the cursed swan. I sigh deeply, hearing my cell phone vibrating on the bed as if it were a matter of life or death.I glance at the screen, and it's a call from Laís. Strange, she's not one to call at this hour in the morning. My chest flutters at the thought that something might have happened, especially since our grandfather is quite old."What's wrong, just tell me!" I implore, bracing myself for the news."What's with all the desperation, can't I call my little brother?"She asks, her tone playful. With that, I manage to relax a bit and sit on the bed, sliding the masbaha between my fingers. It's a stri

Hope de LucaIt takes an enormous number of logistics to leave my apartment. The Secret Service agents with my father and Guilherme couldn’t seem to coordinate with Ruslan’s security guard, who showed up at my apartment in the middle of the night. My brother decided to have some fun after my performance and went out with a ballerina I work with.The situation was starting to irritate me, so I finally left them to sort it out and called Scott to get us out of the house at once. If we continued that conversation, we would never leave. I grabbed my keys and walked out of the apartment, leaving my parents laughing at my assertiveness.I was surprised by their reaction. Perhaps it was because I had always been calm and expected them to make all the decisions for my life. But everything changed after that video, and I matured in a way that always surprises my parents when they spend a little more time with me. I began to take control of my own life.With all of them watching me leave, the o

Hope de LucaWe spend most of our trip with my parents giving ideas and suggestions on what to do, but the main thing is knowing that no matter what I decide, I have their support. Even though they are convinced, I will still end up with Mahjub.The flight was long and quite exhausting, yet I was still worried about Guilherme, as angry men tend to choose the wrong path to vent their frustrations. As soon as we landed, I took advantage of my parents stepping away for a moment and asked Scott to try to find out something.I walked a little ahead of my parents, strolling carelessly among people coming and going from various places. I could see happiness on the faces of some or like the couple embracing a little further away bidding farewell.Watching that scene left me feeling sad; it's something I'm sure will never happen between me and the desert prince. Anyway, he can have whichever woman he desires. And from what I gather in gossip magazines, Mahjub has a taste opposite to how I look

Mahjub Al-Makki"Are you going to stay with me in Capri?" she asks me with a sad look."Yes, I am. Laís asked me to come meet her..." I sigh and scratch my head. "I've said more than I should, and I know she's going to corner me as soon as she can." I smile at Pietra, who furrows her brow."I don't want to meet her or my parents just yet, at least not while I know they're plotting behind the scenes," I say, adjusting myself in the armchair."Do you still believe they're trying to teach you a lesson?" she asks thoughtfully."Maybe not my parents, but Laís and Hope's mother, I'm sure they are," I say, recalling Alessa de Luca's visit to my room."Okay, Guilherme's birthday is next week..." she says, and I tilt my head thoughtfully."When?" I ask, curious. I don't believe it's a huge coincidence."On Wednesday next week," Pietra says, then she realizes. "The same day as mine..." I say, disbelievingly.I'll do something to make sure that this year, Hope spends her birthday with me and no

Mahjub Al-MakkiAt that moment, I remember nothing. I don't remember hurting her one day. I don't remember she had commitments with someone else. I don't remember the prohibitions of our families for me not to get close to the dancer who danced so elegantly in my chest. Showing how much she has grown and has always been perfect for me.Throughout this whole night, I see how perfect Hope is to be by my side. I pull back just slightly from her lips and maintain our eye contact; I want to see how much pleasure she will feel as she feels me penetrating her.I grip the base of my cock and coat the head that was sore from the pleasure I wasn't feeling, taking a deep breath as I feel the warmth of her pussy. I lay on top of her body and move closer to her lower lip, sucking it slowly, feeling her hands holding on to my jaw.I slowly slide into her soft and warm flesh like hell, a place I know will be my dwelling for being with another man's woman, for desiring and coveting a woman who doesn'