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At first, it had been subtle. But gradually, the change became impossible to miss. She had even begun wondering if this woman was really her mother or if somehow her mother had been replaced. But honestly, it was a good change. Especially at a time like this. Despite how sudden and strange it was, Rania accepted it without commenting whenever her mother behaved differently from the way she used to. She simply wanted to receive some of the attention she had been deprived of for so long. She wanted to feel that she truly had a mother, in words and in actions. Especially now, when she was going through such a difficult period. More than anything, she needed both her parents to stand beside her so she could overcome what she was facing. She was tired. Tired of getting through everything alone. “Come on, Mama, let me finish. You’re still tired.” Her mother smiled at her while continuing to stir the food, a look of tenderness in her eyes that Rania had longed for more than she

. Nancy became even more nervous and quickly hid it behind her back. “That’s none of your business. Move. I’m going downstairs.” “Holy hell. Did you kill the girl? Has your revenge really gone that far?” “Damn you! Shut your mouth! You’re going to expose us. Kill who? Are you insane?” “Then what’s the blood in that syringe?” She sighed impatiently. “It’s nothing. Not important.” “No, no. Shame on you. At your age, you shouldn’t be lying. There’s no way you came here like this, sneaking out like a thief, unless something’s going on. And whatever it is, it’s big.” “Watch your mouth. I’m your aunt, you idiot. Show me some respect.” He mocked her. “Of course, Auntie. We only have one Nancy, after all. Now tell me what’s going on. Maybe I can help.” She smacked his shoulder in irritation at his shamelessness. “Help me with what, you idiot? And why would I even need your help?” “Everyone in this house knew you had your eye on Murad. He rejected you outright, sent you packing,

Every movement made the dress seem to dance with her, making her look as though she had become part of a fairy tale on this beautiful day. She completed her look with simple accessories—a white floral headband resting over her loose hair, framing her features and adding another touch of romance. She was extremely nervous, almost as though this were her first time. And, in her heart, she truly considered it her first time. Everything that had happened before she met him had been erased. She was starting over, drawing a new life and a new future—with him. A few minutes later, the girls began cheering excitedly when Tarek entered. Her embarrassment and nervousness intensified. He turned until he was facing her. She lowered her eyes shyly, while a wide, genuine smile lit up his masculine features. His black suit emphasized his handsome appearance perfectly. He took both her hands and kissed them gently, whispering, “Is this beauty really mine? I want to hide you

❈-❈-❈ The cool breeze gently caressed her skin. She let out a long sigh—a sigh of relief, much like the one that came after a long, exhausting struggle. Wrapping her arms around herself, she breathed in the fresh air, only to feel a slight chill creeping over her bare skin beneath the short house dress clinging to her body. She quickly stepped away from the balcony, closing the door before drawing the white curtains shut. She saw him enter the room in his casual home clothes. Judging by his expression, he had just finished his phone calls. He approached her tenderly, wrapping his arms around her as he said in his deep, soothing voice, "Why is my little basbousa awake so early? It's still a while before our flight." "I felt that you weren't beside me, so I got up to see where you were." He playfully brushed the tip of her nose with his thumb. "Oh, really? Easy there... You actually felt me? So you can tell when I'm near or far?" She lowered her head shyly, then cleared her th

She prepared herself with overwhelming excitement to see her new apartment, just as Murad had promised. Her heart beat rapidly, as though invisible drums were playing inside her chest. A mixture of excitement and curiosity spread through every part of her as she stood before the mirror, casually arranging her loose strands of hair. A small smile appeared on her lips whenever she imagined what the new apartment might look like. A private space where she could finally see the dreams she had carried for so long come to life. She carefully chose her clothes—something loose and comfortable: white trousers and a warm green sweater. It felt as though she were presenting herself for the first time to a space that would soon become part of her life. Her mind was already filled with ideas for the decor that would give every corner a personal touch. A mirror here. A bookshelf there. Perhaps a small chair beside the window where she could sit and watch the sky on quiet evenings. She st