All Chapters of A heart bleeding with love: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Half an hour later." ❈-❈-❈ She descended the antique wooden staircase, wearing white trousers paired with a loose, short-sleeved grey top that reached mid-abdomen. Her golden hair was styled simply, pinned up to keep its length from getting in her way. She reached the center of the spacious ground-floor living area, where Mrs. Hanan—her half-sisters' grandmother—resided in this four-story house. On the second floor lay Murad’s private apartment; he often sat and worked there alone, preferring the quiet to the noise made by his younger half-sisters, who spent most of their time downstairs with their grandmother. The third floor housed the apartment of Nader and his family—comprising another brother and a younger sister in high school—while the fourth floor was the apartment of her stepfather, where she herself lived.The hall was empty, save for the servants who were bustling about their work with energy and diligence. She walked quietly, idly fiddling with her long fingernails,

overblown—especially since he always took every opportunity to tease her. He reveled in her annoyed expression and her wide green eyes, which would shift to a captivating, deep shade whenever she was angry; he delighted in that transformation, as if his life’s mission were simply to provoke her... He exclaimed, raising an eyebrow: "Why were you so startled? Did you see a ghost?" "Something even worse."She blurted it out instinctively, without a second thought. A crude, smug smirk spread across his face—as if she had just whispered words of love or paid him a compliment. She nearly sprang up to slap that repulsive grin right off his face. Her breathing had steadied, and she had calmed down somewhat, realizing he hadn't actually been able to see what she was doing on her phone. Crossing her arms beneath her chest—causing her sweater to ride up slightly and reveal a glimpse of her midriff—she demanded: "What do you want this early in the morning, Nader?"He cast a lecherous glan

After Friday prayers ended, and as silence slowly descended upon the place, everyone gathered around the long dining table adorned with old carvings. The antique furnishings scattered around it seemed like remnants of a beautiful bygone era.The large dining room was filled with the noise that usually followed prayer, yet the atmosphere was charged with a tension that seemed to linger in every breath and every movement.Radwa sat beside her mother, with her two younger sisters gathered around her, as though this were the most natural arrangement in the world—her place within the family, surrounded by everyone.Across from her sat Laila, with Tarek beside her. At the end of the table sat Laila’s mother, quietly observing everything, unwilling to leave until she had finished keeping an eye on every detail and made certain that everyone had a full meal before them.On the other side sat Mr. Hatem, her mother’s husband, with his brother Omran beside him. Omran appeared lost in his own tho

"Nancy" had been living in Alexandria and working alongside "Murad" at their import-export company for nearly two years. She had always excelled academically, and after graduating, she trained at the company. Before long, she proved her competence and was hired permanently. Ever since then, "Murad" had barely been able to do without her. She worked alongside him every step of the way, especially considering how exceptionally talented she was at her job—as he was always so fond of saying. From the way he spoke about her, "Radwa" could sometimes sense how proud he was of her and of everything she had accomplished. She could only hope that was the sole reason. Because if there were another reason... Well, she would certainly be making headlines. "Woman Sentenced to Prison After Killing Another Woman with a Nail File." And here, you may decide for yourselves exactly who that unfortunate woman would be. "Murad" resumed speaking, making sure she understood: "I'll send th

Then she turned toward "Nancy", dragging her into the conversation whether she wanted to be involved or not. "Radwa is actually a really good writer. She's talented at writing thoughts and poetry." "Nancy" raised her eyebrows with genuine interest this time and asked sincerely: "Really? Can I see what you're writing, Radwa?" "Radwa" hesitated for a moment, lowering her eyes to the notebook she held as though it were a shield protecting her from the world. How could she hand over a piece of her heart, represented by her words, to someone she felt such hatred toward? But she soon gave in. She quietly extended the notebook toward "Nancy", her movements hesitant, as though she wished she could take it back. "Nancy" took the notebook gently, as if she were handling a precious treasure. She looked at it for a moment before opening it and flipping through the pages, her eyes moving over the carefully written lines. A genuine smile appeared on her lips. "You're really the one who w