The story of the novel occurred, fictitiously, in Algiers (nicknamed The White City), the capital of Algeria. Ramice Taslent, an editor of a trail-blazing scientific magazine, received in Algiers, during an International Bookfair, sciences German journalist Sophia Weize. She came along with her father Gerd Weize, who represented his Publishing House. Ramice and Sophia knew each other by Internet, and then came the opportunity of her Algiers's visit. They fell in love, but something popped in unexpectedly. Ramice narrated to Sophia the harsh moments Algeria had undergone in the 1990s out of terrorism, himself had seen mates fall dead in ambushes, witnessed countless bombs in Algiers and elsewhere, and could never see his wounds healed, as memories were sorrow-ridden. He complained to Sophia about the blind eye western community had turned to then-suffering Algeria, when this martyred country asked for help in counter-terrorism; but to no avail! Ramice, as Sophia became aware of, had a heart rendered by love-bereft stories and lived terror, in his microcosm, but could be zoomed out globally. Meanwhile, Ramice received a death threat by email, to be executed should he not part with the German stunner! All of a sudden, years of throes and blood and embers crowded to his mind. Sophia revealed him that she had loved a man named Yacine Lejeny; she showed him the photo, and he felt pounded! He was, in actuality, his old friend who had flown to Germany to further studies. Therefore, Ramice suspected Yacine of being the source of threat! Corroborated by the fact that Yacine showed up in Algiers...
Despite Sophia defying the odds and securing a job at the most prestigious company in New York City, she struggles to see the threat from her past creeping it's way back into her mundane life. Will it ruin the possibility of a happy future or was she always destined for a lifetime of loneliness?
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Sophia was set up to fail- her teenage life was filled with cancer, suicide and gambling but with motivation and hard work she was able to create a comfortable life for herself. Being in the right place at the right time offered her an opportunity like no other. The only problem? The past she believed she had left so far behind her was in fact lurking just around the corner waiting for the right time to pounce. When the only man she felt she could truly trust began keeping secrets Sophia wondered if there had been any truth in their relationship at all.
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"Why do you always hide from me?" His fingers were still gently holding her chin. He wanted that night to be different, he wanted to allow himself to feel things, for just one evening.
She cast her eyes down. "I'm not hiding."
"Then look at me, Sophia..." She took in a deep breath and drew her eyes upwards, looking at him through her mascara laced lashes. His fingers fluttered across her skin and he placed his palm gently on her cheek. He brought his face closer and rested his forehead on hers as if he were trying to fight the pull between them. "What are you doing to me?" His voice was barely a whisper.