She didn't ask for money or wealth or even a well known position!
She asked for a family who cares for her, appreciates her hard work and loves her.
He didn't ask for anything except revenge from his past and he didn't find anyone to act the role...
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||Chapter Thirty-Two || Game Over
Her eyes were burning and her heart was wrenching. She felt the pain running over her whole body. But she didn't have the right to speak or to even oppose what was happening. At that exact moment, she knew that Hamza was never meant to be hers and she was deceiving herself all that time. She was clutching to the only hope she had but seeing Nour in her only love's arms made her leave the string of hope to fall off to her despair. Sarah indeed loved him. Probably, she did the wrong choices thinking she did the right thing. She loved him but she adored herself more. She didn't know that she was that selfish. She wanted to have all things just for her not caring if Hamza was still in the frame or not. She was blinded by her ego. The arrogance that toyed with her let her the victim of her own choices. She wished for perfection but only ended up losing the only real and perfect love for her. She eyed the couple hugging each other before she bent down to bring Nour's scarf. She didn't know what she felt towards her anymore. She didn't have a real reason to hate her now as Hamza was never Sarah's from the beginning. But the sense of loss was never in Sarah's dictionary that's why it was hard for her to accept it easily, maybe later she would use to it but now she still envies her as Nour took Hamza from her effortlessly while she, Sarah, had to do all the work to get back to him.
"Here, I brought you your scarf, and try to cover yourself up. We don't want to draw any other attention anymore! " She was handing her scarf while not directly looking into her eyes. A sense of mockery lit her face.
"Thanks, Sarah. I didn't know what would happen if you weren't there. " Nour welcomed her with a hug, a real warm hug coming from the depths of her heart. She didn't believe she was alive till now. She didn't want to imagine if Sarah didn't show up. Sarah rescued her life. Probably, she wasn't that devil she used to call her. She still has some good in her. For Nour, Sarah was just a lost angel who needed a guide and she was ready to lead the guide with pleasure!
"It's okay. And if you please, Don't touch me. I don't like the physical touch." Sarah was taken off for a second. She never expected the hug. However, she never experienced that kind of hug for a while especially when it was full of gratitude and proof of her good act. She felt a kind of weird sensation roaming her body. For a while, she thought that Nour would fake an attitude to let Hamza get attached to her more, but the situation felt pure. This could never be scripted. Sarah smiled but quickly faked her expression when she noticed Hamza staring at both of them and pulled away from Nour and added to change the subject and swipe her thoughts away. "Now what are we going to do with this piece of shit? "
On mentioning Mr. Gilbert who was laying down tied from head to toe, his moans found an escape but it did nothing but let Hamza jump on him clutching his collar with his both grips while gritting his teeth to control his anger. He was a beast at that moment and wished he could eat him alive. He shook him trying to keep Gilbert's eyes open and then smashed his face with a hard punch followed by another and another. " You are still moaning, huh? I want to kill you with my bare hands. I want to shush you forever. "
