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Chapter Thirty Nine.
I avert my gaze from the men seated around the enormous table as I sit beside Aydem. Voices are being raised, hands banging against the table and guns visibly on display in a threatening manner.
Twenty minutes ago we entered the bar and was immediately escorted to the back as the Mc Carthy family were waiting for us.
"When you drink here, Aydem, I look the other way." The Irish Don grumbles. "Do not assume I am unaware that you are Sedar Ozturk's cousin."
"I didn't come here to start trouble with you. Instead, I have come here with some news about your son and if you'll let the lady talk, she'll tell you everything you need to know." Aydem replies calmly.
I peer up just in time to see Mr Mc Carthys features change into a scowl. "Why would I believe anything from an Esposito who-"
Aydem slams his open hand against the table, causing it to shake and I flinch with shock. "Finish that sentence and you'll never know where your son's bod
Jay CrawleyForgive me if there are some errors, I haven't had the chance to fully edit this chapter. Fingers crossed it's readable.🤦♀️ Thank you for reading this far. If you like this book, please add, review and vote❤
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Hidden Secrets: A Screwed Up Love Story Chapter Forty.
I flutter my eyelids open, waking up with my heart racing and my head spinning. I feel like I've been heavily drugged and I have no idea where I am. I sit up and massage my eyes with the palms of my hands, then squint when I withdraw them. All I see are cement and cinder block walls; cool air sneaks through the holes in the wall, and I rub my hands up and down my arms. I close my eyes and place my hands over my face trying to keep myself together. "Please let this all be a bad nightmare!" The quivering words escape past my lips as my body trembles with fear. I raise my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around them as I start to rock back and forth, with each movement I make, the mattress beneath me creaks. The little bit of moonlight illuminating the room brings my nightmares to life. I look up and see the little red dot moving side to side as the camera watches me. I remember this place all too well. It
Hidden Secrets: A Screwed Up Love Story Chapter Forty One.
As I push Trent's body away from me, I scream.Tumbling down the side of the bed, scurrying to the room's corner, I peer down at myself.I am covered in his blood.The blood of the man I hate with a passion is smeared all over me, staining my clothes and body with utter filth.As I rock back and forth, I raise my knees to my chest, tucking my head and grabbing fistfuls of my hair."Please, please, please be dead.." I sob as my body trembles with shock.I hear footsteps approaching towards me and I try to press myself against the wall, wishing it would swallow me."No, please!" I kick and scream when a pair of hands reach for me. "I'm sorry, please." I whimper, realising I've just killed the Esposito Don and his goons are here to finish me off.[Kitten] "Kedi yavrusu, it's okay. You're safe now." A rich accented voice says.I stop fighting against him as I peer up and look into his stunning eyes, throwin
Hidden Secrets: A Screwed Up Love Story Chapter Forty Two.
"Fuck.." I moan as my feverish skin makes me dizzy with lust.[Yes.] "Evet, Mila. You make me want to ravage you when I should be disgusted by the thought of even touching you." He mutters. "But I'm not. Instead, everything about you makes me mad with desire and I can not control it. God's, I tried to but I don't want to anymore." He removes his hand from the wall, wrapping his fingers around my jaw and he forces me to stare up at him."You've already had a taste of me and one taste is all you get." I swallow loudly, throwing his words back at him.He chuckles, "One taste wasn't enough, askim." [My love.] He licks his lips as his eyes drink in my almost naked body. "I don't know if one taste will ever be enough."I try to concentrate on breathing air into my starving lungs, trying to drown out his words with thoughts of Sandro and fail horribly when his calloused thumb brushes across my erect nipple.I arch my back off
Hidden Secrets: A Screwed Up Love Story Chapter Forty Three
"By what?!" I yell, being caught off guard. 'Gods! How is anyone meant to take him seriously when he is standing full-on butt naked in front of us?' My inner Goddess giggles. He rubs the back of his neck, his gaze looking to the ground for a split second before he peers back up at me. A flicker of insecurity flashes across his face and then vanishes when I blink, replaced by a look of cockiness. "Bottom line is, Sandro is my legacy. He's my heir to my corporate and the Burak bloodline." He states firmly as he crosses the room and wraps the towel around his waist. "I'm sorry." I scoff. "Is he a Peker or a Burak? Because you've confused me by saying Peker one minute and Burak the next." I look at him perplexed. "He is both. The Peker blood flows through his veins strongly and we can't deny that because that is his Identity. But, to keep him safe and undetected from the dark world of the mobster life." He loo
Hidden Secrets: A Screwed Up Love Story Chapter Forty Four.
I wave as Akira buzzes me through the bulletproof wall, "Hey, babe. You've changed your hair colour?" I stop at her desk and ask her. Her previously jet black hair with purple tips has been coloured caramel blonde. She now resembles your average good girl next door neighbour, rather than the sassy but classy persona she always possessed. "Yeah," She sighs with a sad look on her face. "My mothers arranged a blind date for me tonight and she insisted that I go back to my natural hair colour." She pouts. "Oh.." I scrunch my nose. Mixed emotions lick my skin. I feel bad for her since she does not appear overjoyed about her date, and I envy her for having a mother who is genuinely concerned about her daughter's marital status. "Please tell me your mother does the same? I'm in my mid-twenties and she still feels the need to meddle in my love life." She props her elbow up on her desk and rests her chin on her hand.
Hidden Secrets: A Screwed Up Love Story Chapter Forty Five.
The smirk on his face turns into a full-blown smile. "I'm glad you've finally come to your senses." He states, rubbing the gruff stubble on his chin. My gaze is briefly attracted to the brown leather swiss watch strapped around his wrist. I focus on the label. Patek Philippe. I silently curse myself. What am I doing? Who in their right mind would agree to marry a man who wears a one hundred thousand dollar watch? His whole outfit is worth more than my yearly salary. However, I need him, and I do not mean sexually. Occasionally, we must choose our battles in order to win the war, and Aydem Burak is a whole goddamn war I am determined to face as long as I get to see my Sandro. "Will there be a contract between us?" [No.] "Hayir, kedi yavrusu." [Kitten] He shakes his head as he rubs the pad of his thumb across my slightly bruised knuckles. "This isn't some billionaire romance book." He chuckles. My
Hidden Secrets: A Screwed Up Love Story Chapter Forty Six.
I slowly start to stir, groaning as I roll to my side and rub my eyes. As I pull back the curtains to my glassy, tired irises, I take in my surroundings and sit up. This isn't my room. My brows furrow as soft sob escapes between my trembling lips. All the emotions I felt before I passed out, come crashing back like a Tsunami slamming into the shoreline, eradicating everything in its path. A lone tear rolls down the side of my cheek and I violently wipe it away with the back of my hand. I am on borrowed time, I don't have the luxury to sit in this bed and cry over my son. My tears are better spilt when I have him in my arms. I throw back the sheets and exit the room, wandering down a hallway as I follow the sound of voices speaking in hushed tones. They lead me to a large door that has been left ajar; I stand next to it, attempting to maintain silence while listening to what they are saying. "Are you sure he is your so
Hidden Secrets: A Screwed Up Love Story Chapter Forty Seven.
Two days later...I sit next to Aydem at his large conference table as he addresses his staff and goes over the new design of his shoe.These past two days have gone by quickly in a blur. If someone was to ask me what I had eaten for dinner last night, I wouldn't be able to answer them because I don't remember.Shit...I can't even remember if I did eat.[My love?] "Askim?" Aydems honey-coated voice breaks through my trance and pulls me back to my demise of a reality.I tilt my head to the side as I look up at him. His eyes are full of concern as he frowns."Are you alright?" He asks me discreetly, placing his large hand on my upper thigh and giving it a light squeeze.I sniffle, "Yes," I lie through the skin of my teeth.His eyes narrow into thin slits along with his desirable lips. "Everyone leave, now." He says in a rough tone not to be questioned with.Everyone that sits at the ta
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