His hands continued to grab my face, subtle, soft, but I didn't allow him to stun me any more than he already did. I walked away, backed away with unshed tears in my eyes. He couldn't play good and bad at the same time, he had no right to handle me at will, sweeten me, and then knock me out with a bitter blow."What's your game, Ismail?" I spat hotly. You're clearly lying to me, I'm not stupid."Exactly, that's exactly what I like so much about you" he shortened the distance imposed by my trembling self. His imposingness vanished the rigidity with which I tried to face him. And because you are not stupid, then you will know that I am being sincere, that I love you with the same intensity as before, perhaps more than you could have imagined. I'm determined to get you back; do you understand me?My breath hitched; he was closer than my poor heart was beating in my chest. I tried to catch a breath, he stamped his lips on mine, a touch as clear as the blushes on my hot cheeks. When Isaac

As much as he only showed me his good side, even though he seemed sincere, the man who stole my sighs and made my world unhinged, I didn't want to trust his intentions that put Isaac's well-being first.That overnight he changed his mind was rare. I don't know if he was plotting something, if he was up to something or, in truth, he had thought about it and, later coming to the conclusion that attacking us was not the right thing to do, all that tedious paperwork would be greatly avoided by doing so.I couldn't help but look at him in profile, while he was still looking impressed at that huge painting on the wall. Suddenly he stopped, to appreciate it up close. I inhaled deeply, and stood up, standing next to him. He gave me a fleeting look; I suppressed a sigh."Do you remember the painting you were in from behind?" he questioned suddenly.How not to remember it; my cheeks were dyed crimson, my face burned. I smiled nervously, recalling that day in a heartbeat."Wh-what's up with that

Tuesday hit my window with the feverish rays of the sun welcoming me, I moved on the bed, I was alone; there was no little boy waking me up, rushing every movement of my sleepy physiognomy, after remembering that last night he left with Ismail, I understood the silence that lay. I left the sheets, joining the cold floor, hurriedly went to the bathroom.I brushed my teeth, then took a shower. After putting on a pencil skirt, a white shirt with puffed sleeves, and heels, I decided to put on makeup. I tried to make it natural. The excesses of cosmetics did not suit me.On the way to work, I suddenly thought of what I had left behind: Marina, Brenda, even Rabab, what had happened to them? I wanted to see them, hug them, they, one more than another, had marked my childhood. The nostalgia became transitory when I turned on the radio and immersed myself in the announcer's voice.The day in Magnani was opaque, Beatriz even deigned to greet me, that she had no intention of apologizing again, s

POV IsmailMy name was in the tabloids, consequently, my reputation was trampled by a huge distorted story, a fallacy that put me in a dangerous trial. But I would move heaven and earth to find a solution. On top of that, the name of my little flower had been revealed, which exposed her to that scathing world.I needed to protect her and our son from such a disaster."I want them to pay, they won't get away with it!" I slammed the magazine down onto my desk."It's not easy..." my lawyer said, stopping to look at the tablet on which he was reading another article about that farce.“Of course! I refuted angrily. They messed with not just one man, but Al-Murabarak, you have no idea what I'm capable of, Caden”“I know what you are capable of, Ismail, however what is happening will not be erased from anyone's mind from one minute to the next. It is news that is shocking, a scandal that is convenient for the media to trade, you know what I'm talking about”"It's a fucking slander" I slammed

I did not imagine that I would suddenly meet Brenda. We both remained immersed in the emotional encounter; I hugged her closing my eyelids tightly. He held me effusively, with the sweetness that characterized his noble soul. It was comforting and warm and special to feel his loving touch again. Sentimentality surged into my soul, stopping the moment. Tears welled up; I didn't want to let go of her, I had missed her so much that I don't know how I could bear all those years without her by my side."My girl, how nice it is to see you again, honey" he whispered in my ear, his voice cracking.I separated without letting go of his hands."I missed you so much, Brenda" I confessed sobbing.His aged and delicate hands cradled my face. As if she were a girl, she caressed my cheek."Me too, Marianne. Welcome home" he said kissing my forehead. Then she stared at Isaac next to me, her gaze widening in surprise, her smile widening. Come here, precious.I encouraged Isaac to hug her. He did, even