His eyes flicker with a mix of jealousy and anger as he reads the letter, his expression darkening. "Who is Hamza?" he asks, his voice a low murmur.
His eyes are fixed on hers as he waits for her response, his heart racing as he struggles to keep his emotions in check. He is torn between his desire to protect her and his jealousy at the mention of another man's name. He hates the idea of her being with another man, but he cannot allow himself to let his emotions get the better of him.
She can see his mood shift instantly, the gentle, friendly tone she had come to know replaced by something more menacing and intimidating. And yet, despite the fear she feels at his sudden change in demeanor, she can't help but feel a thrill of satisfaction knowing that her plan is working.
"He's my brother," she says, her voice steady despite the fear she feels. "Why do you ask?"
His eyes narrow as he studies her face, searching for any sign that she's lying. His grip on the letter tightens, as if he's trying to crush it in his hand.
"Tell me the truth," he says, his voice low but firm. "Who is Hamza to you?"
She hesitates for a moment, her eyes flicking to the side as if looking for an escape route, although that would get her nowhere. She looks back up into his eyes, noticing the change in his expression and the spark of jealousy that ignites.
"Hamza is-" she begins.
"Hamza...is...a friend," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. She can feel the tension in the air as he looks at her, his eyes narrowed as if seeing through her.
"I should have known," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "I knew there was something you weren't telling me."
" what do you mean? I told you he's a friend. Besides that's non of your business"
He looks at her for a long moment, his eyes never leaving her face as he considers his next words. "A friend, is he?" he says, his voice dripping with venom. "A friend, or something more? It's clear to me now that you've been hiding things from me. What else are you lying about, Anna? I need to know."
" why are you asking me about him? Are you jealous?"
He looks at her, his expression suddenly changing from anger to one of mild embarrassment. He blinks a couple of times, his face turning bright red as she points out the obvious. "Jealous?" he repeats, his voice barely above a whisper. "Jealous? No, Anna. Of course not. I'm not jealous of some...some random guy you know."
But even as he speaks the words, he is not sure if he completely believes them. The truth is, he is feeling a strange mix of emotions - a tug of jealousy, a pang of anger, and a twinge of guilt at the thought that he may have been trying to push her away.
He takes a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. "I'm not jealous," he repeats, his voice more firm this time. "Anna. I am here to protect you, not to feel jealous of anyone."
" I'm that case, make sure it reaches my brother " she said goodbye and left to her room.
He looks down at the letter, his expression turning sour as he reads the mention of Hamza. He scowls, his fists clenched tightly as the jealousy and bitterness inside him boils over. He cannot believe that she could be interested in someone else, especially as he's risked everything to keep her safe.
He snatches the letter from the table and heads towards his room, his heart pounding with rage. He takes out his pen and scratches out the name Hamza, and scratching everything written about him - what he should have done in the first place. He seals the letter and sends it to her brother without telling her. He's not going to let her have anyone else in her life but him.
Over the following weeks, Noah's demeanor towards Anna gradually shifted. He let his guard down day by day, and Anna began to believe that her plan was working. Little did she know, however, that the game he was playing was far more dangerous than she could have foreseen.
One particular evening, Anna found Noah staring at her with an intensity that took her breath away. She was brushing her hair at the time, and he approached her quietly, his eyes never leaving her as he gently reached up and ran his fingers through her locks. "Your hair is absolutely beautiful," he said in a voice that sounded almost foreign to Anna.
He continued to compliment her with a mix of awe and tenderness, but something was different in his behavior tonight - a need, a want that he seemed unable to control. It was as if Noah's restraint had suddenly disappeared, and she was witnessing a side of him that she had never seen before. Anna's heart beat faster as she stared back at him, unable to tear her gaze away. It was as if they had reached some sort of unspoken understanding, some connection that seemed to transcend everything they had been through together. And in that moment, she realized the dangerous game she was playing - one that could lead to either her greatest triumph or her ultimate downfall.
She tries to pull away, but he holds her close, his breath heavy in her ear. "Anna," he says in a voice that's equal parts desperation and tenderness. "I can't hide my feelings anymore. From the moment I saw you in that mansion" he stopped and searched for her eyes.
" from that moment on, I've loved you. You're the only person in this world that fits the deep hole in my heart. Like you're the only person who was right for me. And I want you to know that I'm never ever letting you go."
His confession is filled with emotion, and Anna can feel the weight of his confession bearing down on her. She's never heard words like these from a man before, and for a moment, she's speechless. She can almost feel his pain - the pain of a man who's been searching for something he could never put into words, but has finally found it in her.
And for a moment, she feels as though she's the only person in the world who matters to him. She can feel his need for her, his desperate desire to hold on to her, his desperation not to lose her. And in that moment, she feels a twinge of guilt for the way she's been playing with his emotions. She realizes that she's been manipulating him, using him for her own purposes, without ever truly understanding what he truly needs.
And as they stand there, her hands still in his, Anna knows that she has a decision to make. Does she let him go, or does she give in to his love, to his need, to his desire? Does she open her heart to him and trust that his love is true, or does she push him away and risk losing him forever?
Noah's love for Anna is a deep, enduring love—a love that reaches beyond reason and into the domain of the soul. He feels as though he has been waiting for her his entire life, and he is willing to do whatever it takes to prove that to her.
And as he confesses his love to her, Anna is struck by the depth of his emotion. He speaks of a desire that is so strong it seems to consume him; a need that is so desperate it could never be satisfied. She is impressed by his ability to express his feelings so powerfully, and she finds herself drawn to him even more.
But Anna is a calculating woman. She knows that Noah's love for her is a powerful weapon, and she is not about to let such a valuable resource go to waste. She smiles at him, hiding the cunning that burns behind her eyes. She knows that she is playing a dangerous game, but she is convinced that it is worth the risk.
Noah has laid himself bare before her, and Anna knows that she has a chance to use this weakness to her advantage. She will milk his love for all it is worth, and then she will discard him like a broken toy. And as she watches him fall at her feet, she can't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction at the power she holds over him.
And when he leans in for a kiss this time she didn't pull away. Nor when he touched her, nor when he his hands moved to a different places. In fact she responded back and touched him places that made him weak.
and that night they consummated their marriage and she found Noah in his weakness point.
In the middle of the night when Noah slept like a baby on her arms. Her hands reached for the keys and he was so deep in slumber to notice. Her along waited moment has finally arrived . She wasn't just holding a normal key, she was also holding a key to her freedom.
Anna had been waiting for this moment for weeks—for months, even. She had been playing a dangerous game, flirting with Noah, manipulating him into falling in love with her, all the while biding her time, waiting for the moment when she could use his weakness to her advantage.
With one careful, calculated move, she slipped the key into the lock and turned it. The click of the lock was like a starting pistol, and Anna knew that she had but a few moments to make her escape.
Heart pounding, she slowly stood up, careful not to wake Noah, and made her way towards the door. Taking one last glance at Noah, lying there in his deep sleep, Anna knew that she was leaving him behind in more ways than one. And with one final, bittersweet smile, she stepped out into the night, ready to face whatever lay ahead.