Todos os capítulos de A heart bleeding with love: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

❈-❈-❈ Seham sat beside her mother-in-law at the far end of the hall, where the hum of voices was less overwhelming and the lights were slightly dimmer, giving the place an illusion of calm that failed to reach her heart. She carefully placed her handbag beside her, as though searching for something to occupy her mind and distract her attention, but she could not escape the turmoil raging inside her. Her eyes kept moving restlessly between the phone in her hand and the faces of the guests before her. Every now and then, a faint tremor flickered across her features, as though she were engaged in an internal race against time. Her brows were drawn together tensely, her lips pressed into a worried silence, and her breathing was somewhat hurried. Every tiny detail betrayed her failed attempt to calm herself. Her face looked pale beneath the dim lighting, and her body had instinctively curled inward, as though she were trying to make herself smaller or protect herself from an invisibl

And worse... What would she tell herself? How could she face herself after being brutally violated without mercy? And by whom? By that despicable bastard she had trusted. The man her mother had entrusted with her safety. The man she always said would protect her. How could he protect her when he could not even protect her from himself? From his own filthy self? She slapped both cheeks violently. She could not stop crying until her face became painfully flushed against her otherwise pale skin, her eyes and nose burning red as though they were embers. She kept striking her cheeks without mercy, as if punishing herself for something that had never been her fault. Her eyes felt as though they might cry blood instead of those salty tears, given the horror she had been plunged into. She kept shaking her head, refusing to believe it. Refusing to believe that her life had been completely destroyed. Her mind had gone numb. It felt empty. She breathed heavily, feeling a strang

Murad removed his suit jacket and wrapped it around her upper body, covering the exposed part of her. Then he helped her to her feet after finally comprehending what was happening, what he had heard, and what he had seen. He knew he had to act immediately. There was no time to waste. The family could return at any moment. The party was over, and they would already be on their way home. He thought. He thought desperately, until his mind nearly broke under the pressure. Finally, he found the only solution he could think of. He had to get her away from here before the family returned and discovered the catastrophe that had befallen them. He helped her walk out of the room. She moved with her body alone. Her soul had remained behind in the place where it had been stolen from her. She followed his instructions without protest. He led her outside, leaving the door open behind them. She nearly stumbled several times. Her steps were unsteady because of her physical and psycho

Murad stepped out of the car with heavy footsteps, as though he were carrying the burden of an exhausting night that still had not ended. The first rays of daylight were beginning to appear on the horizon, spreading a pale glow that barely illuminated the surroundings. But it was enough to reveal the exhaustion etched across his face. Standing before him was Ibrahim, his loyal friend. Concern was written all over his features. Beside him stood a slender young woman holding a medical bag in one steady hand, her calm face reflecting a professionalism that seemed completely detached from the chaos of the moment. Murad did not need to ask. She was Hind, his cousin, whom he had called through Ibrahim. But he was in no state to exchange explanations or pleasantries. He closed the door behind him with a heavy sigh, as though trying to expel the weight of the past few hours from his chest. Then he raised his eyes to Ibrahim. His friend did not give him a chance to catch his breath

But she was not willing to remain silent. Her eyes were filled with anger, clearly rejecting everything happening around her. She raised her voice. "What do you mean, be quiet? This is a crime, and this is my job!" The sharpness of her voice ignited Murad's anger. Ibrahim also raised his voice, even more firmly. "I said be quiet, Hind! Don't interfere in something that doesn't concern you!" Their argument erupted like a ball of fire. But it stopped abruptly when Murad interrupted them. His voice was calmer this time, yet heavy with exhaustion and pleading. "I know you're surprised, but trust me. Just make sure she wakes up safely, and I'll explain everything to you. This isn't what you think. I promise I'll explain everything once she wakes up." Hind fell silent for a moment, studying him with bewildered eyes. She did not answer. She simply let him continue. Murad turned toward Ibrahim. "Whatever you ask for, you'll get it." Hind slowly nodded and returned to her prof