Mariam El Hafi Novels & Stories

“Meenah Amira Goldman”... Diana kept thinking of the possibility that Rafael had another child, “Or did Marieh have an out-of-wedlock child with another man before her marriage to Rafael? No. Rafael wouldn't even tolerate the presence of such a child in his family” she sid to herself, walking to the sofa in her room. She lifted the laptop resting on it. Keyboard clicking, the system sitting on her lap. She pushed in the ‘enter’ button and a web page opened, aside was the picture of Meenah in a gray hijab with gold accessories. She read an article defining her as the jewel of the Goldman family— Rafael and Marie's only daughter from Rafael's affair in Qatar. She's Arabic. At age six, she was

Matan was bewildered. "Because Habibi, it is clear that you are upsetting the young lady. Based on my observation of her back in the Philippines, she seems to be a very nice young woman and I would not like to look for another applicant as she comes highly recommended. Go find another person to annoy, or better yet, go find Devlin and talk about his plan about this place should he acquire it. Just go." Mariam gestured him away.

It had not been long since Mariam had been excused from the discussion between her father the King, Omar and the Sheikh, she had returned back to her room in anger and just plopped herself down on the bed. The men would still be downstairs talking of the marriage and what not, she didn't want to be stuck in a marriage with the proud and pompous Omar bin Khalid bin Aaban, only son of the Sheikh.

By the time Mariam finished listing my torturing devices, my mouth was almost hitting the floor. “ I don’t need all of this, Mariam. Zane loves me just the way I am” “We all know he does. No more complains girl. Get your ass into the bed before we tie you to it” Mira’s words got me scared. I knew how crazy my mom and Mariam could be. They wouldn’t hesitate to tie my lips too. I exhaled and took a seat. The door opened as a middle aged woman walked in . Mariam introduced her as Nora. She had been her makeup artist and beautician since her Luna ceremony years ago.

I added. Matt let out a sharp laugh just as the door opened, and Mariam, his personal assistant, walked in carrying a silver tray with two steaming mugs. Mariam was a married woman in her late forties, and she had been working for Matt’s father long before Matt took over. She was the only person in this building who wasn't intimidated by him. In fact, Matt’s father had specifically kept her on because Matt had a habit of trying to sleep with every young secretary he hired.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

According to Miya, the lady said she was from the high court. That must be what Felix told me about earlier. So, I hurried to the living room. I met a young woman in her mid-thirties sitting comfortably on the sofa, engrossed with the news on the TV. “ Good morning,” She greeted, focusing her attention on me immediately as I walked in. “ Good morning," I replied. “ I am Mariam John from the high court. I have some papers for you to sign. Are you Miss Everleigh?” She asked me to be sure.

“Hey! I don’t need people to babysit m- also it’s important to figure out which screams suits me. Now when we have time, we’ll do the laugh. I feel like a big ‘hahaha’ suits me more than a giggle and-” “Jake is an expert in this, you know. You should ask him to sit with you.” I say and Jake widens his eyes at me before giving me an angry look. “Jake! Is that you?” I hear a sweet voice making me whip my head around in the direction of the woman who broke up with Jake a month before their wedding, I finally got a good look at her. The last time I had just seen her from a distance but now here she was standing in front of me looking so simple and beautiful. She was short with dark brown hair an