Chapter Three
Alexandre has smashed everything in his path. His little princess has been missing for a week. He's panicked, completely desperate, he doesn't know what else to do.Angry, full of hatred and resentment, he screams to release the tension that is embedded in his heart. His daughter is everything in his life.He sits on the floor with his hands on his head and cries like he couldn't cry at his beloved wife's funeral.Morgana was born when Alexander was eighteen. He hadn't intended to be a father so soon, but if God wanted it that way, who was he to say anything?So, as soon as his little princess was born, Alexandre asked his girlfriend to marry him. His father, a very serious but fair man, was enchanted by his newborn granddaughter and helped his son with all the wedding preparations and let them live in the Aguiar Mansion, where Alexandre still lives today.Ten happy years passed until his wife discovered terminal cancer, which took her four months.During this period, Alexandre suffered the devil's bread and spent tons of money, but he made the most of his wife's suffering.He loved Juliana like no other woman in his life. Today, he is called "The Aguiar Widower".Many try to seduce him. Alexandre is still very handsome at 43, but the best they can do is get him into bed and not to the altar, as most of them want.Morgana, the only daughter of such a beautiful love, was now missing. Alexander's heart has been bleeding ever since.With watery eyes and disconnected thoughts, he got up and walked to the kitchen.He walked into the room, leaving the servants dumbfounded. One looked at the other without understanding why his boss was in the kitchen.Quietly, I watched her sad eyes and the deep circles under her eyes.Raising his head, Alexandre asked the cook with a vacant look:"Where are the glasses?""Here, sir." She showed him as she opened the door to the cabinet and took a glass for her boss.Alexandre takes the glass without saying thank you. Once again downcast, he went back to his office and locked himself in. Walking on the shards of all the glasses he's already broken.Pouring himself a whisky. He only stops pouring the drink into the glass when it overflows. He spills it almost at once and throws the glass on the floor.Tired of drinking and completely drunk, he cries again for his little princess. The last time he was like this was when his beloved wife died, but he cried very little, almost nothing compared to crying over the disappearance of his little girl.This time, however, the situation for Alexandre is more desperate, because only God knows what could happen to his beloved little girl and he fears it.Climbing the stairs, his body was unsteady, so at the top, he tripped over his legs and fell to his knees. Curling up on the floor, he began to cry again."Ah, my little girl…"One of his security guards came up the stairs after hearing his boss shouting for his daughter."Sir, let me help you.", He said, offering his hand.Nervous, Alexandre pushed him away."Let go of me! Go find my daughter! I don't want to see your face until I find her!", shouted the man, hysterical."That's why I'm here, sir. I've found a clue. Unfortunately, it's the only one we have. We'll have to follow it."Alexander grabbed the security guard's arm and stood up abruptly, grabbing him by the suit."Find my daughter, if only in hell itself! Let's go to my office, I want you to tell me what you've found out."With blood in his eyes, he said as he kneaded his clothes until his knuckles turned white. Alexandre pushed the security guard, who slammed his back against the wall, but he understood his boss's position; if he were a father, he would surely be desperate and unbalanced too."Come on!", Alexandre exclaimed loudly, walking as straight as he could to his office.As he entered, he pointed to a chair and asked the security guard to sit down. He too took his seat and waited patiently until the man began to speak.He drums his fingers on the table as he listens attentively to what his chief security guard has to say.When he has finished telling him everything that has happened and his discovery, the security guard looks at his boss, who is frowning. For a brief moment, with his hand on his chin, he looks pensive, which, by the way, is quite distressing."Sir...?," he calls out.Alexandre gets up, staggers a little, and holds onto the edge of the table to stop himself falling, saying:"It seems they've taken her to Saudi Arabia, right? So that's where we're going! Get everything ready, we're leaving tonight.""Yes, sir."The security guard has left the office. And even though he's completely drunk, Alexandre can think and is happy to have some hope. He just hopes it's not false or too late."I'm finally going to find you, my little princess.", he says.He goes to his room. Wanting to put an end to his drinking binge, he needs to be as sober as possible, so he takes off his clothes and has a nice cold shower."Oh, what ice!", he said, feeling several shivers and slamming his hand against the wall.Meanwhile, in the sheik's apartment, he hears someone opening the door. He gets up and goes into the living room."Nana, I'm so glad you're here!" he said, hugging the woman who had been his nanny since he was born."Hello, my son! I hear you're in trouble. Where is the young woman who needs me?", asks Nana, following him into the bedroom."Here she is, Nana. I'm waiting for the doctor to arrive."Nana approached the bed and looked closely at the young woman."She's beautiful! But she's so badly beaten, a poor thing. Who did this, my son?""It was a drug dealer, although I don't know who did it, but I'll find out sooner or later.""Be careful, dear, you don't know what kind of person this young woman is. Maybe she's not a good person, maybe she's even the wife of a mobster."Zayn frowned, he hadn't stopped to think about it, all the while imagining that the woman might just be a frightened teenager.The thought that the beautiful young woman might be married and had been kidnapped to stir up her husband's anger gave him a feeling that immediately tormented him.Zayn was interested in the woman as soon as he laid eyes on her, but maybe she was married or the mistress of some powerful man.The only thing left to do is wait for her to wake up and then find out who she is.Chapter FourNana filled a basin with warm water and a clean cloth, sitting beside the bed and carefully removing the young woman's shoes so as not to startle her. Zayn watched attentively, taking note of the delicate, very injured feet.Nana moistened the cloth and began gently wiping the damp fabric across the young woman's body, paying attention to her face, arms, legs, and feet. With the removal of all the dirt from days of walking through the desert and sleeping, only Allah knows where the true beauty of the fiery-haired woman became visible."Now I'm truly lost," Zayn thought. Even with his back turned as he cleaned the young woman, Nana felt the intensity of her dear Zayn's gaze and laughed, causing him to furrow his brow."What's the matter, Nana?" Zayn inquired."You look at her as if she were a pot of succulent honey.""Honey? Yes, honey... Sweet, succulent, addictive," he clears his throat, interrupting his thoughts. "Looking at her is like looking at sunshine.""From that p
Chapter Five Zayn was exhausted and fell asleep in the armchair with his cell phone in his hand. On the bed, Morgana moved her head from side to side. Frowning, she let out a slight moan of pain. “Oh…” Turning her head a little more, a sharp pain seized her. “Ouch!” Morgana put her hands on the top of her head, the unbearable pain hitting her. She also felt her mouth drying out and a strong discomfort in her throat. She managed to open her eyes slightly. For several days, she had woken up in the dark and felt very cold, but now everything was different. She was lying on a soft bed, with a huge window next to her, through which the soft light of the moonlit night came in. Once again, a sharp pain in her head made her groan loudly: “Aaah!” Zayn wakes up as quickly as he fell asleep. He gets up abruptly, causing his cell phone to crash to the floor. But he takes no notice of this fact. She's awake, he thought, before approaching slowly so as not to startle her. Morgana watched th
Chapter six Barefoot, Morgana surveyed the room and made her way to the closet. She was searching for something she could conceal within the robe to protect herself. Recalling an old piece of advice from her father: "Looks can be deceiving." This Arab might seem good, but it's better not to try anything or he'll regret it, she thought while picking up a tie pin, hiding it within the robe's pocket. Morgana didn't find anything else she could use to defend herself, or the unfamiliar man might immediately sense her intentions. Summoning her courage, she released a long sigh and slowly left the room. As she opened the door, she carefully walked through the room. Morgana found no one. The space was vast, and she had no idea where the Arab might be. Suddenly, everything seemed to slow down. Morgana looked around. In the hall, observing the entrance door. Her eyes sparkled. She quickly sneaked toward the door. With increasing adrenaline, her heart began to beat faster, her hands becomin
Chapter Seven Certainly! Here's the translation of the text into English: "Alexandre Aguiar hadn't slept for days, he was extremely nervous. His new approach was to scream endlessly at his security guards and anyone who appeared in front of him. The head of security, Carlos, chose to call a doctor for his boss before taking off. Alexandre was only contained when four of his security guards held him down to receive a hefty dose of a powerful sedative. Upon being immobilized, Alexandre threatened everyone, even the pilot, and then passed out. "Is he okay, doctor?" Carlos asked, concerned. "Yes, he'll just sleep for a good while. When they reach their destination, if he has another anxiety attack, seek help," the doctor responded. Carlos thanked him and began the preparations for takeoff, securing the boss in bed. Looking at him now with a serene demeanor, he doesn't seem as arrogant, especially since his daughter was kidnapped. "Morgana," Carlos whispered softly, remembering the
Chapter eight Zayn went to a nearby store, conversed with the saleswoman, and requested women's clothing that wasn't too flashy but also didn't cover the body too much. The woman showed him a pair of leggings and a slightly sheer, black, loose-fitting, long floral shirt. With a discreet smile, Zayn approved of the saleswoman's choice. Having checked Morgana's shoe size, he easily selected comfortable footwear for her, considering her injuries. Satisfied with his purchases, he returned to the hotel and handed the bags to the young woman, who somewhat awkwardly thanked him and went to change. When Morgana returned to the living room, Zayn looked at her from bottom to top, speechless. His eyes clouded with the sensations she evoked within him. "I didn't think you could become even more beautiful than you already are," he commented, admiring her. Slightly embarrassed, Morgana thanked him for the compliment. She had never felt shy around a man; she was usually very uninhibited. "Com
Chapter Nine She removed her leg from his lap, stood up, and walked to the window, silently admiring the landscape, lost in her thoughts. Thinking about her father and everything she had been through in these past days. The luck she had in Zayn finding her. Luck? Yes, she believes it was luck, it’s the only answer she has to her own question. He approached, lightly touching her shoulders, interrupting her thoughts and causing her to shiver, even through the fabric. “Are your shoulders still hurting?” he asked, near her ear, turning her to gaze into his ocean-colored eyes. She swallowed hard; being this close to his face made her heart beat erratically. Zayn is like a soothing balm. “Are you okay?” she held onto his arms after feeling a little unsteady. How to tell him that simply being near her makes her legs weak? “I... I'm okay, thank you.” Still unable to control her legs, she leaned on his shoulders, feeling Zayn shudder at her touch. Or was it herself? She was so disorien
Chapter 10As soon as she lands in Saudi Arabia, Alexandre Aguiar hurriedly exits the plane, walking through the corridors towards the exit where a car awaits him.Before getting into the car, a man approaches him.“Mr. Aguiar, what a pleasure to see you again!” says Rodolfo, extending his hand.Alexandre recognizes one of his daughter’s ex-boyfriends and accepts the greeting.“Are you here for work in Arabia, Rodolfo?”“You know how it is, part of the job. Have you just arrived?”“Yes, I had a family issue and ended up coming here.”“But your only family is Morgana. If it helps, in case she’s running away from you, I saw her about two hours ago.”Alexandre listens with his mouth open to the most recent information about his daughter, swallowing his tears and tries to be casual.“Yes, that little rascal ran away. Could you tell me where she went and who she’s with?”“She and her boyfriend went to Dubai.”“Boyfriend? What boyfriend?” he asks dumbfounded.“She’s with a sheik, he says hi
Chapter 11Nana leaves Laila to take care of Morgana and goes back to the kitchen to finish dinner. Laila gently sponges Morgana’s back, sitting beside her in a large bathtub and sighs, saying:“You have such beautiful skin, it’s a pity it’s so bruised on your shoulders and feet.”“Thank you, I don’t feel any pain anymore. Nana healed me with a honey solution she made, the pain and burning sensation disappeared and it healed quickly.”“I’m glad you don’t feel anything anymore. Mr. Zayn is in love with you too, how could he not be? You’re so beautiful.” Laila chatters, revealing her hidden emotions. “I wish I were like you, thin and beautiful, but I can’t lose weight for long. Anxiety always gets the best of me when I’m getting close to my goal. Every time I dress up to dance, I cover my body as much as possible, I don’t like my little fat rolls being visible.”Morgana looks at the woman who is almost her age and says,“Zayn in love?”. She smiles, finding it amusing. “I find you beauti