The tension in the air was intense. Everyone in the conference room watched in silence as Sedars büyük baba stormed out, shaking his head and throwing his arms up in the air. When they could no longer hear or see his büyük baba shouting, they faced Sedar and Mercedes with passive expressions branding their faces. They were used to their disruptive display of communication between them and it never got too monotonous to watch.
"Right, I'll need all the reports of the buildings plans and permits on my desk by the end of the day." He clearly announces his expectations from them for the day.
"Evet, patron." (Yes, boss) They say as they start to gather their files and empty cups of tea.
Sedar walks out of the room, holding Mercedes hand oblivious to the frown on her face. He turns to face her once they're alone and out of sight from curious eyes.
"I need you to go back to my office and wait for me there." He tells her softly.&
Three weeks later... Mercedes entered Sedar's office carrying a silver tray with two freshly brewed teas, which she placed on top of his desk while she waited for him to return from his meeting. She stood by the window, looking out at the cityscape. She's been in Istanbul for three weeks and has already fallen in love with the people and their customs. She hears the door open and, thinking it's Sedar, turns around to greet him with a smile. For the past week, she has enjoyed his company, working alongside him and watching him interact with his employees as if they were equals, earning her respect. Her smile fades as she realises Sedar has not entered the room. She exhales with a sigh, summoning all the patience she can muster from her core. When her gaze falls on a pair of grey eyes, she attempts to maintain a level tone of voice, unwilling to step down to her level once more. "Good day, Zeynep." She says, smiling. Zeynep runs her tong
He stood there, running his hands through his hair and leaning against the edge of his desk. He is well aware that Zeynep will go to any lengths to obtain the answers she craves. They may find themselves in serious trouble if she starts spreading the word that they did not marry out of love. He sighed and rubbed his chin with his hand as he looked at his wife. She leant forward in her seat, her gaze fixed on his annes ring, which she had placed on the coffee table. The ring he placed on her finger was a symbol of family pride for him. He carried the ring with him everywhere he went. Despite his efforts to convince himself that he had given it to her out of convenience and to formalise their marriage. Ridding her the chance of fleeing him. He still couldn't shake the feeling that something higher compelled him to do it, driving his primal need to claim her and place the ring on her finger that day. "Can you tell me what you're doing?" He inquired of her.
He arrived at the door ahead of her, leaning against it and trapping her inside the office with him. His eyes scanned her face; with a flushed complexion, watery eyes, and a trembling bottom lip, he knew there was more to her testimony. "What do you mean when you say 'I murdered him'?" He interrogated her with gritted teeth. She shook her head and laughed at him, patting her nose with the back of her hand and gazing into his eyes, gauging his reaction. "Do you believe I murdered him, as in murdered him?" She regarded him as if he were insane. "Evet, (yes) that is exactly what you said." He gave her a scowl. "That is not what I meant," she exhaled loudly. "What were you referring to then?" "I meant he died as a result of me, not as a result of what I did." She laughed at his superstition. "Do I appear to be someone capable of murder?" She tapped her foot angrily against the carpet. "My apologies, Hayir." (No) He smirked
Later that evening... Sedar sat behind his desk, signing contracts and poring over the blueprints for another project he hoped to build following the completion of the complex. He frowned as he lost concentration due to the commotion outside his office. He stood and yanked open his door, watching as a group of his employees waited outside his wife's office; for her to shut down her computer and grab her bag. She raised her eyes to him for a brief moment before quickly averting her gaze when she noticed his hardened expression. He exhaled, folding his arms and leaning against the doorjamb. Her disobedience compelled him with the fascination to spank her bottom till it turned a lovely shade of crimson. When naughty wives wilfully disregard their husband's wishes, they deserve to be disciplined. And, she was a perfect illustration of his testimony. He stood there watching as she closed her office door and approached him, the crowd forming behind
When he heard a ding from his phone, Sedar picked it up. He opened the message by swiping the unlock icon across the screen. Mercedes: Safely arrived at the club, KLEIN. X He scowled at the text, his gaze drawn to the 'X' symbolising a kiss, which automatically conjures up their kiss in front of the paparazzi. She had unravelled in his embrace, and it had been mind-blowing, leaving him completely astounded and validating his beliefs in the chemistry they share. He chuckles and leans back in his chair, tossing his phone onto his desk. He sighed as he looked at his watch. He knows he won't be able to complete any work after that brief recollection. Pushing back in his chair, he stands and begins to clear his desk, making sure to place the blueprints in his safe. He hopes to complete this project after his büyük baba is fired from the company. It will be his first project as the company's new CEO. His tenure as co-CEO was quickly coming to an end.
As he approached her side, he wrapped his arm around her waist and drew her up against him, possessively. She flinched, her head snapping upwards and her eyes darting to his. He soon felt her relax in his embrace as she sighed, releasing the tension in her body and accepting his claim on her. "Is everything all right, Askim?" (My love) He asked her as he shifted his gaze to Aytac, his jaw moving side to side. "No, this idiot isn't going to let me past him." She huffed. "Do you know him?" She leant into his embrace, soaking in his warmth and his strength. "Unfortunately, I do." He whispered between clenched teeth, soothingly running his palm up and down her arm. Aytac burst out laughing. "Is this your wife, Sedar?" He spoke hoarsely as he lavishly swept his gaze over her. "And where did he find you? kiz bebek?" (baby girl?) He winked at her with a sly grin. "Well, for starters, A-yuck," she sneered. "We didn't find each other, fate disc
They make a beeline for the exit after swiftly gathering their belongings, waiting for the valet attendant to turn the Jeep around. Sedar drapes his jacket around her shoulders, and when he turns away, she inhales his aroma by bringing the collar up to her nose. It's a scent she's grown quite fond of and one she'll miss. "Sedar," She says softly, drawing his full attention to herself. "Please tell me this isn't just about sex for you?" Even if she doesn't love him, the possibility of it happening exists. And she refuses to let her body be used as a pleasurable vessel by a man once again. Even if she does give her consent for sex this time around. He turns to face her, places her face in his hands, and looks into her eyes with a chuckle. "All I'm doing is taking my wife home to make love to her." His voice is gruff and lustful. "Please don't use the term 'love,'" She blushes a little. He smiles, completely smitten with her sudden change
Mercedes felt herself being thrown out of consciousness. She opened her eyes in the ambulance, struggling against the paramedics as they attempted to treat her wounds."Sedar..." She cried out in hushed tones. "Where is my husband?" She inquired frantically. "Awwww..." She screamed as a pinching sensation penetrated her leg. The paramedics were speaking to her, attempting to calm her down, but she couldn't understand them, which increased her anxiety because she didn't know what was going on. She quickly found herself drifting back into the darkness, which consumed her. *** HELP! Mercedes screams, hoping that someone on the outside can hear her as her body enslaves her. The pain and fear hit her like a tonne of bricks. Her entire body, including her head, face, and chest. It hurts! It hurts all over, making the pain unbearable for her to bear. "Please, please!!" She screams once more.But no one responds, they can't hear