All Chapters of MY FRIENDS FATHER: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Hope de LucaMy hands go to my mouth in surprise at what Mahjub is doing. How could he?Tears begin to flow from my eyes uncontrollably, moved by his gesture."Do you want this? To be by my side and enjoy a life with me, to build a family and help me take care of Sudan? To become my wife, the woman I needed to distance myself from to discover that what, I felt, was not frustration, but a passion that began to grow within me, and I didn't know how to handle all those feelings.""Mahjub..." I whisper.He gently takes my hand, his gaze moving to the ring on my ring finger. With care, he removes it and places it beside him on the bed.“If we are going to make love, as it’s evident how much we desire each other, I want at the very least to be in a relationship with you. It won’t be casual sex; I will make you my wife this afternoon, Hope de Luca…”Mahjub was on one knee, and I watched as he puts his hand in his shirt pocket and pulls out an ivory-colored box. The scene I had always dreamed

Mahjub Al-MakkiThe private beach was an idea Pietra’s mother had given me, a way to have a quiet moment away from everyone's eyes. The plan was to take her there, declare my feelings, and give her back the ring that once belonged to her, hoping this time it wouldn’t be returned.However, I had no idea I would be so upset by Hope’s reaction, nor did I expect her to pull back the way she did, giving me the foolish idea that Guilherme had done something to hurt her. The thought that she was hurt in such a way brought back the pain I believed I had caused her. That's why I became so enraged.I loved riding the jet ski with her holding tightly around my waist and her face pressed against my back. Arriving at our little hideaway and understanding why Hope retreated in bed brought me immense happiness, knowing she had never been touched. It made me feel a burning sensation in my chest that I had never known before, something so possessive yet protective at the same time.The new feeling blo

Mahjub Al-MakkiI stretched my arm and managed to grab my phone. I was startled to realize I had already missed the time for Sallat by a considerable amount. I got up slowly so as not to wake Hope, after all, it was barely five in the morning.I moved away from the bed and went to the bathroom to purify myself. I had committed too many sins to simply step onto my prayer rug and pray to Allah. I put on a thobe and positioned myself facing Mecca with my masbaha in hand, beginning my prayer.I recited my usual daily prayer with the added request that Hope always be under Allah’s protection. I was so focused and immersed in my prayer that I didn’t notice Hope had gotten up and was praying behind me.“Good morning!” I said as soon as she finished her prayer.“Good morning, why didn’t you wake me?” she said, her face still full of sleep.“You were sleeping…” I turned to face her on the prayer rug. “I don’t expect you to follow the religion.”Her smile grew, and I felt the desire rising agai

Carolina Alcântara Al-MakkiThere would be a celebration that day, with everyone singing and dancing, knowing we were going to surprise Mahjub for his birthday. Everyone was eagerly waiting for my husband to bring our son back home. His birthday party would be tomorrow, and to our surprise, when I spoke with Francesca, Pietra's mother, I learned that Hope was there and that Mahjub was seeking her forgiveness.“They love each other, Carolina. Only a blind person couldn’t see what they feel for each other. I know what they’ve been through, but somehow it has been beneficial for both of them,” she said.“I’m surprised by this, Francesca!” I said, still in shock.“Mahjub went to the yacht, and I’m sure everyone will head there as soon as they rest a bit. You know I love having all your children here!” she began to laugh.“You’re lucky because after they got married, and in Zara’s case, she married your vineyards, they seem to have forgotten they have parents,” I said, feeling Bruno’s affe

Hassan Al-MakkiWith time, we learned that she hates the mess we make when searching for anything in our travel bags, so we just wait for our wife to organize what we need. Seeing her content is what we love to do, especially if it will make her happy. As Bruno always says, "Happy wife, happy life."“I’m sure we all fit just fine here; if not, I’ll sleep with the girls!” I frowned at the idea.While Bruno shook his head, I started taking off my clothes, just as our wife removed everything she was wearing and chose a swimsuit and a beach cover-up with sleeves. I swapped my underwear for swim trunks, put on shorts, and left my shirt open.After all, we were all family, and with the day promising to be hot, I was sure we would soon be sailing. We were just waiting for our grandchildren and a few more friends to arrive. I sat on the edge of the bed, and Bruno placed his hand on my shoulder.“We’ll be by your side the whole time, but it’s time to reconcile with our boy, brother!” he said,