Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Heartless Princess: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

The 1.90 meter man reminded her a lot of Normani, the princess always noticed that from the moment she met him, and she made that situation even worse when she approached the steps of her mansion and walked towards him who had his back to her. herself, looking at the heavens with a visible bodily anxiety, she knew that he was thinking of the stepfather, who had just left there, she felt in him the vibrations of longing and anguish because she couldn't have more of him, a little more time, maybe it was even the glimmer of memory it carried of Hamid.Akil needed his family too.— I want to ask if you feel better... - Karila spoke suddenly, breaking the silence in which he was established. Akil nodded, trying to deny that at some point he had turned bad.— It's visible in your eyes and posture, no need to lie, Normani also loved lying to me and smoothing over any minor nonsense so I wouldn't feel guilty. – Karila quoted in a nostalgic tone when remembering the black woman, she missed

Siwa Oasis – Egypt, a few kilometers from the border with Libya, approximately 850km from Cairo.Akil walked across the sand of the white desert that divided the sister nations, looking curiously through dark glasses at the facade of the secluded resort in the middle of nowhere, the secluded and luxurious surroundings in the historic Egyptian pattern gave him a good feeling as he walked to the door. main reception.He was only allowed to approach the place because he had already made a call prior to his visit, identifying himself so that he could finally go there in person to make two reservations.The young woman wearing her typical hijab regarded him deeply before he moved to quote her in perfect Arabic what he intended.— Booking for two days, for two people, I won't check in today. - She spoke watching the young woman nod sympathetically while he handed her her real documents. Bookings made in her name, Akil Kordei Shaer, her father had registered her a few years earlier, carr

The historian was the first to leave the tents, discreetly covering her face as she left through the back, through the exit that only Karila would go out, she would not be seen by the American security guards. The princess, already awake, only left the same path 5 minutes later, escorted by Hadd while still a little sleepy, frowning to try to see ahead, her path guided by the low light of a flashlight that her security guard carried, while in a tone Disgusted, she leaned on him by the hand, the one always protected by a glove.Balancing on the sand made him spend a lot of energy.They walked about 10 minutes to where Lauren's car was parked between the sand slopes, in a covered viewing area, which had Karila pressing her lips together with the effort as she walked down the slopes on her boots, she didn't complain about it. the whole situation, I just wasn't used to it. Lauren was waiting by the car, Hadd only handed her the key when he let go of Karila's hand and the princess could

She shrugged her shoulders into the elevator alone, looking at her reflection in the side mirror trying to get ready quickly vain, the lapel of her dress shirt, her hair and the makeup that was still on her face, waiting anxiously until she could leave in the corridor that led up to the levels. of luxury below, it was clear that the penthouse was more typically Arabian than the standard rooms for international tourists they had given away, she took a deep breath of relief when she spotted Hadd leaning against the wall near the entrance to one of the rooms, he lit up when he saw her.“Hi Hadd, good to see you…Karila texted me to meet you here. - She justified herself when approaching the security guard who nodded already knowing the situation because the princess had already given her permission in advance."It's good to see you too, Madam... She's been waiting for you in the rooftop pool area, she's been alone for some time now." - The man warned her in advance to open the bedroom d

Sanawhaa kept her focus on Karila, helping her little daughter put the hijab on over her ever-so-long hair. The little child had her pure eyes turned towards her mother in silent concentration, she liked to admire her in silence, from her eyes to her chin always so uplifted, the grace that the woman showed her every day said a lot about herself.— Habibi, this is a beautiful hijab. – The woman praised as she stayed down in front of Karila's small body, watching her look away slowly, even the way she behaved to look away from her mother showed respect and authorization, even if it was not a requirement of the woman, that was how little Karila had always respected her.“There are drawings. Karila moved her fingers to touch over the golden thread in her hair, her breeding custom always shrouded in a long lineage of power not to mention. Sanawhaa smiled at the way her daughter was lost with the designs on her own dress, she was only 11 years old and held her purity as a reflection of per