Kaan’s POV. Surprises… I hate surprises, and that was what they did. Soni and Rena surprised me. Another surprise awaited me when I entered her room. She kissed me. Her lips felt soft and warm, a gentle caress that sent a spark of electricity through my entire body. I felt a sudden jolt of surprise, my mind reeling as I struggled to process what was happening. No one touched me without my permission, no one kissed me without my consent. And yet, here she was, her lips pressed against mine, sending shivers down my spine. I was caught off guard, and for a moment, I didn't know how to react. My face darkened. I wasn't angry at her, in fact, I wanted more of it, and that irked me. “I…” she tried to speak, but her voice failed her. She looked scared. “Rena,” I breathed. The sound of my voice seemed to snap her out of her trance-like state, and she took a step back, and I followed, until she hit the wall. Her eyes widened with fear, probably thinking I would hurt her. My eyes lo
Rena’s POV. When he accepted my terms, I was happy, elated even. I leaned in to kiss him but he gripped my chin gently. The smile on his lips sent a chill down my spine, reminding me that this man wasn't a regular guy. He wasn't my playboy ex-boyfriend, Roland. "Not so fast, little kitten," he whispered, his breath dancing across my lips, making them quiver with excitement. "You're not going to get everything you want that easily.”My heart dropped, the excitement I felt evaporated. He's warning me, telling me how challenging it's going to get henceforth. But I wasn't going to give up. I pulled back and smiled, “I'm not afraid of challenges." A slow smile spread across his face, and he leaned in closer, his voice taking on a low, husky tone. "We'll see about that, little kitten,” he patted my head before walking out. I wanted to tell him I wasn't a child, but the words got stuck in my throat. I liked when he patted my head. I liked how he made me feel like a child. It was weirdly
Rena’s POV. I could see the murderous intent written all over her. She could beat the crap out of me, but I was ready for that. It would be of help to draw her father's sympathy. I nodded slowly, my eyes locked on hers, and a small, cruel smile played on my lips. "Yes. I did…” I paused, my heart was suddenly pounding faster and for a moment, I thought I might have gone too far. Soni's face slowly twisted in a snarl, her eyes blazing with unchecked fury. She took a step closer to me, her fists clenched at her sides, and I could see the muscles in her arms tensed and ready to strike. I swallowed hard, my heart racing with anticipation and dread, still, I didn't stop. "And I have to say, he was... quite satisfying.”Bang! The blow to my jaw was swift and merciless, sending me crashing to the floor the second time. I saw stars as my head spun, and for a moment, I couldn't catch my breath. Soni stood over me, her chest heaving with rage, her eyes blazing with a fury that seemed to bu
Rena’s POV. My words tumbled out of me in a torrent of pain and anger. "I did them no wrong. They plotted against me. They fooled me, deceived me, used me, sold me, and killed my mom, the only family I have, and you tell me not to provoke your daughter?" I gripped the sheets tightly, trying hard to supress my disbelief and disappointment. “You rescued me. I thought you meant to protect me. You're supposed to be my protector, my guardian, but instead you're defending her, the person who tried to kill me. What about me? What about my feelings? Don't I deserve to be protected, to be loved?" I cried, my body shaking with sobs. The more I thought about it, the more unfair it was. His gaze didn't waver, his expression unreadable. His palm fell gently on my head, soothing my hair again. I tried to move away, but his palm pressed down on head. “Why did you tell her you slept with me?” He suddenly asked, but he wasn't angry. His voice was calm and surprisingly soothing. I clenched my teet
Rena’s POV. I picked up the fork, trying to shake off the feeling, and began to eat the fruit salad first, then the pasta, and lastly, the dessert. The food was delicious, and I couldn't help but let out a little sigh of pleasure after my last bite of the dessert. He watched me, a small smile still playing on his lips, and I felt my cheeks grow hot with embarrassment. Pulling me out of my seat, he said, “Come, you need some fresh air.”I stumbled slightly as he pulled me to my feet, but he quickly steadied me, his hand wrapping around my elbow. I felt a shiver run down my spine at his touch, and I couldn't help but wonder why he was being so gentle with me after the heated confrontation. I thought he'd be angry at me for being rude to him. He didn't look like someone who would take such disrespect. We walked to the balcony, the cool night air enveloping us as we stepped outside. That was when I realized I'd slept from morning till night.The city sparkled below us, a dazzling arra
Kaan’s POV. “I don't want you provoking her. She'll be your stepmother in the coming days. Respect her as you would me, Soni.” I had said to her and she flew into a fit of rage. I knew she would. But she had no choice but to accept the situation. She had done irredeemable damage to the woman I chose. Living with her and respecting her as her stepmother was already the least punishment for her, and I hoped Soni understood that. But apparently, she didn't. Soni defiled my orders after I left the estate. I was furious when I found out. Soni's disobedience was a slap in the face, a direct challenge to my authority, and the family was watching. And to make matters worse, she attempted to kill the woman I couldn't lay a finger on. As my daughter, Soni's allowed to act willfully, but the only line she must never cross, and had never crossed was to break any of the seven commandments binding the Ferrente family.The seven commandments were sacred rules, passed down through generations of
Kaan’s POV. Soni's eyes widened in alarm as she swiftly turned to face me, her shoulders squaring again as she stood up straight. She swallowed hard, "Y-yes, Father. I'm sorry. I was wrong to disobey you." The Ferrente family holds the rules sacred. Although I could choose to forgive her, after all, she's my daughter, but she needs to understand that there are consequences for going against me. "What...what is my punishment, Father?”“Read me the first commandments,” I ordered. “Obey, respect, protect the head at all costs, and have the family's best interest at heart…Failure to adhere to the commandment is punishable by dea–” her voice caught in her throat as she struggled to continue. "Failure to follow the first commandment is punishable by death." My head bobbed softly.However, for a family member like Soni, whose position isn't low, because of their extraordinary skills, their lives could be exchanged for a task, one that would prove their loyalty and devotion to the family
Kaan’s POV. I was supposed to order Marcus to make dinner for Rena, but I found myself doing it instead. It was strange, weird, and completely out of character for me. I was the head of the family, the Don, not the personal chef, still I was in the kitchen. But as I began to prepare the meal, I found myself enjoying the quiet, methodical process of cooking. It was a rare moment of solitude, one that allowed me to clear my head and focus on something other than the family business. And, I had to admit, I was curious to see Rena's reaction to the meal.Marcus wasn't happy about me doing the “servants’ job”. He hovered around the kitchen, voicing his dissatisfaction like a pest. He even sent the servants away before I entered the kitchen, so no one would see me in an apron. “The elders will get mad if they know I allowed you into the kitchen. Please, save my neck, Kaan...” he rambled on until I finished. But Rena was still asleep, breathing calmly. I wondered if she wouldn't wake up,
Kaan’s POV. Sitting across from her, sipping my wine, I watched her savor each bite of the seafood platter. Her eyes would light up with pleasure, and a soft hum of satisfaction would escape her lips. It was captivating, like watching a cute, curious baby. I found myself mesmerized by the way she chewed, the way her tongue darted out to lick her lips. I felt my gaze drawn to her again and again, my mind wandering back to the night before. I've had countless women of different shapes, sizes, and age, but none had made me feel the way my little Kitten made me feel. She's the least experienced, the most innocent, and yet, she's the one who's managed to crawl under my skin. Initially, I didn't care about how women felt when I had sex with them. Wounded or not, I tossed them aside once I was done, and I didn't go close to the same woman twice, but with Rena, it was different. One time with her wasn't enough. I found myself wanting more, craving more. Her body seemed to be made for mi
Rena’s POV. I had no recollection of how I changed out of my semen-ruined, short nightdress, because, the moment he had his release, I collapsed. It wasn't long before I fell asleep. But when I woke up, I was wearing a white nightgown. Sitting up with great difficulty, I looked around, trying to remember what had happened after I slept off. The room was spotless, with no signs of the intense sex, and the air was fresh with the scent of flowers. Just then, the door was pushed open, and my husband strode in, one hand in his black pants. His black shirt was left unbuttoned at the top, revealing a hint of his chiseled chest, a burning cigar in between his fingers. He looked every bit the powerful, commanding presence he was, and I couldn't help but feel proud that he was my man. “Good morning,” I greeted in a small voice, blushing.His eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a flutter in my chest. The scene from last night came crashing down on me, and suddenly, I felt aroused, despite the
R-18*** Rena's POV. I gasped in shock. Was he intending to eat me in this position? Swallowing an inexistent saliva, I shook my head, and he grinned mischievously. “I'll be your first, and last.” Just as his words dropped, he buried his face inside my nightdress, and I suddenly felt his tongue stroking my bean. “Fuck!” I cursed, and subconsciously stiffened, my core throbbing. But he didn't stop, neither did I want him to stop. He licked and sucked like the pro he was, sending my soul drifting out of my body and sleeping on clouds. My fingers dug into his thick hair, pushing his head deeper, moaning, begging him to take me, and panting heavilyHe didn't listen to any of my pleas to be fucked. Long minutes passed, with my moans growing louder, and my ecstasy building to its peak. And suddenly, I exploded into his mouth. My body spasms uncontrollably, and I hunched over to hug his head for support. My breathing had quickened, and I was almost breathless, filled with sweat.We re
R-18**Rena's POV. I gulped when his fingers lightly brushed my skin. “Did you consummate your fake marriage?” The question came out of me like it had a mind of its own, but in a tender voice, like a cotton. “What do you want to hear?” His voice was deep, low, and gravelly. Extremely sexy. My heart pounded faster, heat gathering in core as I tried hard not to succumb to what his actions and voice were deliberately doing to me. “Lie,” I mumbled. “I fucked them…” he whispered in my ear. Current coursed through my veins, igniting flames of desire in me. “...against the window…” still whispering to me, he slowly pointed at the window behind me. My gaze followed and I gulped, anticipation building inside of me. “...their hands rested on the window as I fucked them from behind…as they screamed my name.”I envisioned myself in that position, screaming his name. “...their breasts bounced in ecstasy…” As he said that, his hand cupped my breast and I flinched at his sudden touch. I
Rena's POV. Putting my doubts at the back of my mind, I smiled at Alessia. “What kind of contributions does Miss Alessia want from me?” “Your beauty is an asset, don't you agree?” I arched an eyebrow, pretending not to understand what she meant. “Of course, my beauty is desired by my husband. What more does a woman want, but to be desired by her husband?”Alessia's smile faltered for a moment, and she looked at me with a mixture of surprise and annoyance. It was clear that she had been expecting me to rise to the bait, to take offense at her insinuation. But instead, I had deflected her comment with a seemingly innocent remark. “Aww, Mrs. Ferrente is surely the best woman to stand by the boss,” Raven purred from the side, which further irritated Alessia. But she composed herself the next minute. “Do you know what happened to Soni's birth mother?” I felt a jolt of surprise at the sudden change in topic. "Soni's birth mother?" I repeated, trying to process the question. Raven's e
Rena's POV A group of men and one woman strode over with glasses of drinks in hand, the young woman whistled, “What a beauty.” She wore a mini black dress and black choker necklace. Her makeup was leaning towards a baddie girl makeup, with dark red lipstick and bold eye shadow. She looked like she belonged on the cover of a fashion magazine, and her confident stride and sassy attitude only added to her allure. The men with her were all dressed in sleek, expensive-looking suits, and some wore printed shirts. Unlike the disrespectful looks I've gotten so far, this group looked respectfully at me, with genuine smiles. “Behave like a decent woman for once," one of the men, a bald-headed guy with tattoos said to the lady who whistled. But the lady glared at him and sneered, “Lazy bum,” she whispered, and sashayed over to me. The bald guy flared, but was dramatically held back by a few others, who laughed so hard that I also found myself smiling. The lady came to stand before me, her
Rena's POV As we took our vows, Demir's expression remained bland. I tried to cheer him up, but his mood was ruined. It was I who almost fell, and embarrassed myself, yet he was the one still angry. “You could have broken some bones,” he had said when I tried to talk him out of seeking those in charge of decorating the hall. “But I didn't,” I replied. “Only because Soni saved you,” he retorted. I bit my lip and lowered my head, sighing softly. He's scary when he's angry. After exchanging rings, I kissed him passionately, even before the priest gave his consent. “You can't remain angry on our big day, Zaddy. I'm not pleased,” I whispered on his lips. “And you think a kiss would fix it?” He asked. My head bobbed like a child's, “I'm sure. You like my lips a little too much,” I giggled. He stared at me for a while, then tapped my nose, “You're becoming too braven.” I could feel his deadly aura subsiding. Grabbing his hand, I placed it on my head, beaming like a child, “Reward m
Rena's POVThinking of it now, the event finally made sense. At the auction, he waited to see who would win the bid. When he made sure it was Kim Jeon, he left. After that, he barged into Kim Jeon’s yacht and killed them all… I had thought he did it to show me a glimpse of his world, but as it turned out, I was only a pawn. Otherwise, why would he kill everyone for a woman he barely knew? He was wealthy, he could have simply won the bid if he truly wanted to save me… my gaze suddenly snapped to Soni. “Why are you telling me this?” I asked. Of course, I knew why. She didn't want me to go ahead with the wedding. “Because I hate you so much, that seeing you smile makes me want to peel off your skin.” She said it with so much hate, that my skin crawled. For some reason, I felt she was capable of it. “But I can't physically hurt you,” she smiled bitterly, a lobe tear sliding down her cheek. “My dad, he doesn't want me to hurt you. But Rena, I want you gone from our lives.” She said in
Rena's POV. It was my wedding today, standing by the floor-to-ceiling mirror, I couldn't believe the damsel staring back at me. My diamond encrusted, white ball gown made me look like a princess from a cartoon. The flawless makeup on my face was a masterpiece, accentuating my features in a way that made my Beauty outshine my dress. My hair was styled in loose, soft and romantic low updo. It looked messy, beautifully messy. I felt breathtakingly stunning - if words could describe me. The woman staring back at me in the mirror was a vision of elegance and sophistication, a true bride-to-be, a million dollar bride. Thinking of the man I would be getting married to, my husband, per se, I felt a surge of excitement and anticipation, knowing that in just a few hours, I would be walking down the aisle and into the arms of that man that had set my heart ablaze. I didn't know how it happened. Was it the first time I saw him at the auction house? The feeling he involved in me then was wha