Jonathan
Mr. Samer "did not trust anyone in his luxurious palace as he trusted his servant" Laila . She was moving at home lightly and silently, as if she had only seen when he wanted. But Samer, with his two shiny eyes, saw her every moment. Every whisper of it, every passing smile, and even its steps over the marble were hesitating within it as if it were endless music. He did not know when his curiosity turned into observation, and observing into an obsession. He intended to sit in the long salon only to hear the impact of her steps, asking her trivial tasks to see her approaching, and creates excuses to keep them as long as possible next to him. Laila did not realize that every corner in this palace has become eyes that she was monitoring ... and that the man who owes him a bit of life became her hidden prison.
About Jonathan
Mr. Samer "did not trust anyone in his luxurious palace as he trusted his servant" Laila . She was moving at home lightly and silently, as if she had only seen when he wanted. But Samer, with his two shiny eyes, saw her every moment. Every whisper of it, every passing smile, and even its steps over the marble were hesitating within it as if it w...Read more