Todos os capítulos de He Was an Orphan, Then He Became My Lover: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Waleed carefully examined the documents, then spoke seriously."So, the accounts for last month are closed, حاج. All the installments owed by the merchants have been paid, except for حاج Osman. He's going to pay last month's installment together with this month's."A brief silence followed.Then Waleed turned toward his uncle and asked,"By the way, حاج... Is Omar going to continue handling the shop's accounts, or should I find someone else? Our work has been held up for a while, and Muhammad is under a lot of pressure. He's handling the accounts for this shop and the other branch."Hag Helmy answered wisely, praising Omar and explaining just how much he had needed someone like him."No, Omar is staying right here. That boy is well-raised, respectable, and honest. His work is excellent, and most importantly, he's trustworthy. I've needed someone like him for a very long time."Waleed nodded in agreement."You're right. Omar really can't be replaced. It's like God sent him to us from h

Unlike other young people who, once they graduate from university, begin the exhausting journey of searching for a job.A journey that can last for years.And in the end, many of them still fail to find work related to their degrees, eventually wandering around with the humiliating title of "unemployed."That was Omar's life of luxury and privilege from everyone's perspective.But no one ever saw the other side of his life.No one saw that the life they called one of comfort and prosperity was actually a life imposed upon him from every direction.His childhood.His adolescence.His youth.His education.Everything had been under his father's control.His father always said that he knew what was best for him and that everything he did was for Omar's own good.But he had never realized that, by doing so, he had been controlling Omar and his entire life.But now, Omar had finally broken free from all of it.He finally had a life of his own choosing.Despite the longing he sometimes felt

❈-❈She sat cross-legged on the large sofa in her room, her eyes closed in exhaustion and sorrow. She felt suffocated by her entire life, increasingly disgusted and repulsed by the miserable existence they had forced her into.Loud voices arguing downstairs reached her ears.She smiled bitterly.It was undoubtedly her mother-in-law arguing with her husband, Mr. Sameh, as usual. They fought every single night.She had grown to hate that woman as well. She hated the way she controlled everyone. She had complete authority over every member of this huge household, and everyone lived according to her wishes.It started with her husband, who had recently begun rebelling against her control and dominance. He had started breaking free from the cage she had placed everyone in, where they all lived at her mercy.But he had not merely escaped her control by staying out late and ignoring her and her words.Apparently, he had finally come to his senses.Only, he had done so far too late.He had de

It was past two after midnight.Silence dominated the surroundings, and the only sound that could be heard was the faint rustling of the wind.He sat on the balcony of his apartment, a light, chilly breeze brushing against his face.But he paid no attention to the cold.All his focus was fixed on one thing.His last conversation with Haj Helmy occupied his entire mind.The man's request had been shocking.He had been unable to sleep because of it.He had been placed in an inescapable dilemma.Yes, he liked his life here and had grown attached to it, but not enough to get married now—and certainly not here.Marriage was the last thing on his mind at this point in his life.Yes, he was approaching thirty without ever marrying, but marriage was a failed institution in his eyes.After the failure of his first relationship, he had grown to despise marriage.He hated it.Life here was beautiful.He felt free, able to do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted.Was he really going to allow mar

❈-❈-❈While Souad moved between the plates and glasses in the kitchen, her hands worked quickly and energetically, almost as if she were performing a perfectly practiced dance.Her fingertips brushed over the dishes with care, leaving every piece impeccably clean. Nothing seemed to escape her thorough washing; anything that touched the dishes was removed until not a trace of food remained.Her movements spoke of years of experience doing this kind of work. Her body moved constantly between the kitchen and the dining table, yet she showed no signs of exhaustion despite the effort she was putting in.The eyes that had initially shone with happiness at Omar's arrival were still sparkling now, though this time they were filled with something else as she busied herself washing the dishes.As for Ghalia, she stood beside her without helping.She seemed almost like a part of the scene Souad had created around her, yet her mind was somewhere else entirely.She leaned her upper body against th