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
Eight days later.... Mercedes finally managed to claw her way out of the place that held her captive for many days. She could no longer yield to the suffering torment of the darkness. The fog slowly starts to lift and consciousness starts to resurface. The bright lights are blinding and hit her like a freight truck. She is no longer engulfed by the darkness, but it is the fear of time with no memories that have her frightened. Her eyes slowly start to flutter open as she coughs, taking a deep breath. Her body aches from head to toe, her hand squeezing Ezekiels as he continues to hold hers. He's laid his head on her bed as he rests by her side. Not once did he leave her unattended, he used the shower in her room with the door slightly open. He simply couldn't bear the thought of leaving her side entirely as he had a bad feeling that something would happen to her if he did. As a result, his body was slowly starting to feel the after-effects of being exhaust
Sedar lay in the hospital bed, trapped inside of his body. Through the darkness, he could hear everything around him, the multitudes of footsteps coming in and out of the room, the machines constantly beeping beside him, he was becoming accustomed to the ringing sounds in his ears and the awful smell of bleach. No matter how much he willed his eyes or limbs to move, they wouldn't budge. He felt himself going stir crazy inside his own head. There was a time where he was frightened of the darkness, the unknown was a torturous place for him, but as time passed he gradually ran towards his fears instead of runni
It had been two days since Sedar had been removed from life support, two agonising days of waiting for him to awaken from his deep slumber. Mercedes was finally given the all-clear to leave the hospital, but only under strict conditions. She stayed at a cheap motel with Ezekiel after it was made clear that she was not welcome to reside at the Ozturk residency. She'd also discovered the divorce papers Zeynep had thrown at Ezekiel while she laid paralysed in her hospital bed. She flipped through the papers, oblivious to the fact that she had already read them numerous times and refused to sign them until she spoke with Sedar herself. Until then, she refuses to comply. Besides, Ozgar had warned her not to sign them until he had thoroughly reviewed them. He also informed her that it would be against Sedars wishes. But what he didn't realise, and what she couldn't tell him, was that their marriage was more of a business proposition, and she wasn't expecting anythi