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Sedar caught her just before her body collided with the floor, he picked her up bridal style and laid her on the bed as gently as he could. Gazing down at her, he ran a hand through his hair, sighing.  That undoubtedly didn't go the way he wanted it to.   "Gods!" He sighed, scratching the back of his neck with frustration.  He stared down at her, taking in her elegant figure, she reminded him of his anne(mother) and had to rapidly blink her image out of sight. A surge of possessiveness crashed into him like a tidal wave, causing his hands to form defensive fists.  She emerged feelings that we're very foreign to him to feel in a situation where his anne (mother) wasn't involved. Leaning forward he brushed her hair away from her face, covering her with a blanket and left the room to let her rest in peace.   Mercedes stirred, submerging from the darkness that refused to hold her captive. She sat upright,

Present Day... Forty-Seven Hours After Their Conversation.... "How much Ezekiel?" Cedes sat on the sofa watching him pace up and down in the living room. Leaning forward, she rested her elbows on her knees as she bounced them up and down. She came across a foreclosure letter this morning that she found hidden inside his favourite book on the coffee table. She confronted him an hour ago over breakfast and wouldn't take the poor excuse he gave her as a proper explanation. "Three hundred thousand." He stopped and looked at her. "How, how did you get so behind in the payments?" She asked him, shocked. Ezekiel Williams is the detective that handled her parents' case. 'A crime of passion' that put her in foster care for eight years. He was her guardian angel who came to her rescue when she found herself in deep trouble. He took her in, put her through school, and gave her a third chance at life. She owed him her life and loved him like an older brother. She had planned on confidi

Thirty-Eight Hours Later....      Sedar gawked at his wife, who was seated across from him at the dinner table. He had given her thirty hours to organise her affairs and return to him. He compelled the need to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. After that little stunt he pulled by kissing her on the lips, he thought for sure that she wouldn't show up. He still questions himself about what brought the urge on for him to do it.  'I had to seal our deal with a kiss by claiming those deep red lips of hers.'  He thought to himself...  'Evet, (yes) and in exchange, she slapped you, leaving her handprint on your face for hours on end, reminding you to maintain your distance.' He was mocked by his inner god. Either way, she's here and they had a lot to talk about before they fly back to his homeland first thing in the morning. "Our flight is scheduled for Eight o'clock in the morning." He started.

Sedar cast a sidelong glance at his wife as they stood at the top of the staircase, facing the influx of paparazzi forming in front of them, armed with cameras and microphones, eager to obtain the full story of his secret love affair, which resulted in him eloping in a foreign country without family present.  She bit her lip as she stared out into the open, looking like a scared kitten. He watched as her chest rose and fell, and he took her hand in his. Bringing it up to his mouth, he brushed his lips along her knuckles. She gasped with wide eyes, fighting the urge to pull away from him.  "It's showtime, Askim." (My love) He whispered, his words masked by the kiss he gently placed on her feverish skin. She nodded her head, transforming herself from a fearful kitten to a woman who exudes confidence and appears to be exactly where she belongs, by his side, as his wife. They began descending the staircase slowly, creating the illusion of a happ

They drove up a long driveway that led to a large house with many windows. When Sedar put the car in park, he exited the vehicle and she watched him walk to her side and open the door for her. She felt nervous as she exited the car. Biting her bottom lip, her eyes took in the size of the house.  "How many rooms?"  She asked.  "Eight." He replied like he'd answered that question many times before.  He placed his hand on the small of her back. "You ready?"  "No," She said honestly. "But.. let's get this over with." She laughed after taking a few deep breaths.  As they entered the living room, his büyük baba was sitting on a lavish sofa reading the newspaper. Sedar noticed she wasn't by his side after taking a few steps into the living area. She hesitated nervously at the entryway as he turned to face her. At that moment, he rushed back towards her and seized her hand in his, leading her to his büyük