All Chapters of A heart bleeding with love: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

. "Nader" stumbled backward from her abrupt movement, his hands still suspended in the air after he had been playing with her hair. She stared at him in horror before hurriedly pulling the blanket over herself, her nerves finally snapping as she shouted: "Have you lost your mind, Nader? How could you just walk in on me like that? What's wrong with that brain of yours?" "What happened? Why are you freaking out like that? You look as if you've seen a ghost." "You're impossible. I swear to God, you're impossible." For the second time that same day, she threw the exact same words at him. And for the second time that same day, he smiled at her with that unbearably smug smile, as though her words were declarations of love rather than insults. She continued breathing heavily, cursing him with the worst insults in her head. One day, he was going to make her die of a heart attack. She could not understand what could possibly be going through the mind of this idiot. She placed her he

"God forbid, Madam. But what were you doing like that? Were you eavesdropping on Mr. Murad?" She covered her mouth with her hands, nearly dropping the coffee tray, and whispered so quietly that she was barely audible: "Eavesdropping? Me? No, I was just... I saw a cockroach walking across the office door." "A cockroach? What cockroach? We just sprayed the place about a week ago! Where did that cockroach come from? I have to tell Mr. Omran. It looks like the company that sprayed the house cheated us. They took a fortune from us." She sighed in annoyance at the talkative woman, wishing she could hit her for all that pointless chatter. "Enough, Umm Mohammed! You're going to expose me. Never mind what I'm doing. Why were you coming here? Who are these coffees for?" "They're for Mrs. Nancy and Mr. Murad." A wicked idea suddenly formed in her mind. Someone, please restrain her criminal imagination. She smiled mischievously and took the tray from the maid. "Give them to me. I'm goi

❈-❈-❈ She had not even been sitting for five minutes when she heard "Murad's" raised voice shouting for the maid. She could also hear "Nancy" crying out in pain. She stood up, her heart dropping to her feet from sheer fear of the consequences of the terrible thing she had done out of jealousy, without thinking about anything else. She saw the maid rushing toward them, her face pale, while the entire household hurried toward the office. As for her, she remained rooted to the floor, unable to move. "Murad" stormed out of the office, opening the door angrily, only to find the maid standing before him with a terrified, pale face. She genuinely had no idea what had happened to make him shout at her like that. The veins in his neck stood out, revealing the intensity of his anger. The poor woman nearly burst into tears despite knowing that she had done nothing wrong. His mother asked anxiously, alarmed by the commotion: "What happened, Murad? What is going on?" He did not answer h

Her face was stern, filled with restrained anger, while her arms were folded beneath her chest in a gesture that reflected the tension she was barely controlling, as if holding back a storm of accusations that was about to erupt. She did not wait long before firing her question directly, her voice loaded with accusation and suspicion: "You're the one who did this, aren't you?" "Radwa" sat there seemingly unconcerned—or at least that was how she appeared at first glance. But the faint, guilty and regretful look in her eyes gave her away before quickly disappearing behind a mask of feigned ignorance. Slowly, as though performing in a play, she stood up, her shoulders lifting slightly as she arranged her expression into innocent confusion. "What did I do?" But "Laila" was not easy to fool. She knew her too well. She knew her impulsive behavior. She took one step forward, her words growing heavier as she cornered her with an unmistakable accusatory tone, her eyes sharp as knive

. It was already past one in the morning, and she was still awake. In truth, she had been waiting impatiently for "Murad" to return. She did not like the thought of him being in the same place as that harpy, even if the woman was sick. But at least "Tarek" was with them, so she was somewhat reassured. Still... She could not stop being jealous. She was blindly, overwhelmingly jealous. She had never been like this before. But about four months ago, she had overheard "Mrs. Hanan" talking to her husband, saying that she wanted to marry "Murad" off, that enough was enough, that time was passing quickly, and that, like every mother, she wanted to see her son have children and all that sort of thing. None of that was important. What had terrified her was that his mother had actually suggested a bride for him. And it was none other than "Nancy". Ever since then, she had become ridiculously sensitive whenever Nancy was involved. She became jealous even when someone merely mention