Elite.

Chapter 1

I stopped working on this book but I just have too many ideas for this one and I feel connected to the characters so much. I just can't get connected to my other characters as easily so I thought I should definitely give it a try. This book and the character of Dan, so unlike other characters that I've written has captivated me and I am so excited to write it.

Hope you all are as excited for this book. And if you are, please tell me in the comment section.

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There were things people didn't understand about her. She wanted them to, but she couldn't tell them straight up to understand her. To understand someone you have to pay close attention to them, care for them. But that's the thing. Care is an essential thing for someone to understand you. She didn't have many people she could rely on. Just a few.

Yes, her father cared about her and he wanted her to have a great place in life but he had never shown affection towards her or any of her siblings. The only person Lamiya bonded with was her elder brother of 34 years of age. Yaman Al-ajlani. He was kind of a father figure even though they only had ten years of age difference between them. It wasn't like she had always been close to him. No, she was close to her twin brother, Wais Al-ajlani. They were inseparable every since they were in the womb.

But things happened and Wais didn't talk to her anymore, didn't like her anymore and it didn't just end there, he hated her. He hated her so much that he couldn't bear to look at her. And then, eventually, they stopped talking, stopped eating at the same table and finally it came to the stage when he couldn't bear to look at her without saying words that would even offend Satan. Then Yaman was there for her, understanding her, telling her that it was going to be alright, that Wais would get over it. But that time never came.

A year passed.

Then two.

And now six years had passed and Wais couldn't even look at her. She accepted it. She was a tough person, her father made her to be. He trained her to hide her emotions, to be strong, to never cry because just like men don't cry, women shouldn't cry either. She still remembered the times when he yelled at her the words that were now incarcerated in her mind 'Be a man Lamiya'

Lamiya couldn't stop staring at the never ending clouds that decorated the sky like soft cotton. She had nowhere else to look because still half an hour was left until they landed and she couldn't bear to look at her father anymore who was reading articles on his ipad. She was sick of it. During the long flight, he had not said a single word to her and she had nothing else to do.

Now she wasn't a boring person, she loved watching movies and was a little bit in to romance novels but she had already finished reading a novel and she couldn't concentrate on movies when she had to face something so big once they landed. Just last night her father had dropped a bomb over her head, when she was resting after a long day that she had to rekindle her relationship with him; yes him. He who shall not be named.

In past three years, she hadn't taken his name from her tongue, she hadn't tested how it sounded on her lips and to be honest she didn't want to. Lamiya only remembered three things about him. One; his long hair (the hair she wanted to run her fingers through, not because she was attracted to him, but because they looked so silky), two; his eyes which were a unique shade of brown. She loved brown eyes and no, she didn't like staring at them because whenever she did, she wanted to take them out with a fork, and three; she liked his dressing. Well, obviously because he was a fashion blogger, owner of renowned fashion industry.

Dan Evangelos. A name that gave her nightmares. A person whom she wanted to punch, kick and slap at the same time whenever she saw him. She would describe him in few words only; rude, arrogant, self-obsessed son of a bitch and a fucking disgrace to male population with the size of ego that he carries over his head.