I quickly pulled back, but his strong arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me in. I gasped, feeling my body pressed against his, my heart racing with excitement. Demir's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze burning with intensity as he leaned in closer, his lips inches from mine. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my skin, sending shivers down my spine. "Your lips are tantalizing. I want to savor the taste," he whispered, his voice low and husky.Thrill coursed through me, as anticipation built in my stomach. Before he could do anything, I suddenly pulled him down by the collar and crashed my lips into his. Heaven! This feels so good! He smelt of tobacco, smoke, and something uniquely Demir, a scent that was both familiar and intoxicating. As our lips moved together, the world around us melted away. The kiss deepened into a passionate and all-consuming embrace. His tongue danced with mine, sending shivers down my spine as he explored my mouth with a hunger that left me breathle
Rena’s POV. Standing in the place that used to be my home, tears pricked the corners of my eyes. 17 years ago, a huge mansion sat on this huge plot of land, but now, it was barren, nothing but a vast expanse of empty space, overgrown with weeds and wildflowers. No semblance of the building could be found anywhere. A scene of me running around the compound with my cousins flashed in my mind. My grandmother sternly chastised my cousin brothers for not looking after me…they made my unforgettable memories. Memories of my childhood that was cut short. I stood there, my tears hidden behind my oversized dark shades and big floppy black hat, unaware of the time, until Micheal reminded me that we've spent three hours just standing there.I turned around, giving the piece of land a last glance before leaving. Bianca told me that this land has been claimed by the government, since none of my distant relatives wanted to be associated with us, for fear of meeting the same fate. In my mind, I'd
Author's note: Hey ladies and gent, welcome on board. I recommend reading the synopsis before diving in. And don't forget adding to library, reviews, comments, and support. Thank you! ... Rena’s POV. It's yet another desperate day for me, the countdown to my mom's death was ticking away. Arriving at the doctor's office, he began without pleasantries. "Miss Rena, you only have a few days left. If your mother doesn't receive treatment now, she will die. Hope you know?" He's told me this more than anyone has called my name in the last eight days that my mom's sickness relapsed. But what more can I do, than what I've already done? "Is there no buyer for my kidney yet?" I asked. Doctor Mark's expression changed. He looked shocked, as if I've grown several heads. It was the same look he gave me when I first proposed selling one of my kidneys last week. I felt a surge of frustration. Why was he judging me? He knows I have no other options. My mom's treatment is expensive, and I
Rena’s POV He rose from the water, displaying his full glory as he walked up to me, not even bothering to throw the towels around his waist. I turned my face away to avoid staring at him too much, otherwise, I might forget why I was here. "I believe you came here, knowing fully well what I want in exchange," Roland said. Sitting on the top of the jacuzzi, he continued, "You know me, Rena, I don't do businesses that fail. You and I will benefit, it's a win-win." He paused, studying me before speaking again. "You might think I'm wicked, but trust me, you'll need these skills I'm teaching you once we're married." I lowered my gaze. He said that before but I fail to understand why there's a need to put price tags on kindness. "With your background, you can't fit into my family," he said bluntly. "No one would want you. But with business skills like mine, you'll create a place for yourself in the Harrington family." His words cut deep, but I saw a glimmer of sincerity in h
Rena’s POV. Night fall… Roland and I arrived at an island and he led me to an exclusive auction house. Apparently, where he wanted to bring me, the reason he was acting so weird earlier, was this auction house. He explained that he didn't want to tell me about it because I wouldn't want to accompany him, which was why he acted detached to pique my interest. As for our party, he said it was after the auction. His grandmother's birthday was fast approaching and he wanted us to get her a memorable gift. Roland wasn't wrong. Big gatherings with wealthy people always unsettled me, so I don't go with him. But this time, I couldn't be angry because he did it for his grandma, and my interest at heart. As we entered the hall, the atmosphere buzzed with high-society men and women, their designer attire and jewelry gleamed under the crystal chandeliers, though my outfit wasn't lacking in the sea of luxury. I could even boast of being the best dressed, and most beautiful woma
Rena’s POV. Snapping out of my thoughts, I joined the crowd, scanning the room for Roland. But he was nowhere to be found. I took the chance to look around for my mysterious savior, but he had vanished too. Feeling a bit disappointed, I decided to hang around until Roland returned, but after a while, he didn't show up. I tried to call him but realized there was no network. I'd returned to the limelight. Those lustful eyes were on me again, making my skin crawl. Using network as an excuse, I slipped out of the auction room and made my way to the balcony, craving fresh air, and also network. I needed to call Roland, and also message doctor Mark on WhatsApp so I could see my mom on video call. Holding my phone up, I began to search. By the time I realized where I was, I'd walked into darkness, the auction was now a far distance away and the light from the building couldn't penetrate this area. I was standing by the shore, a ship sitting ahead. I sighed. It seemed I couldn't get a ne
Rena’s POV. Fear fueled my flight. I pumped my arms, racing toward. I didn't know how to pray, but I prayed anyway, begging to be saved, and my savior’s face flashed in my mind. If by luck I saw him, would he save me? As my thoughts consumed me, I stumbled on the sand, but sheer determination kept me upright. Tears blurred my vision as I wailed, overcome by anguish. Roland's betrayal cut me deep. Who would have thought that entering a relationship with Roland, from the very beginning, was a scheme to auction me off like a commodity? As I reached the boat, I saw it was tied. I cursed, frustrated and desperate. I frantically tried to loosen the rope, but my trembling hands failed me multiple times. The men closed in, their footsteps pounding the sand. Adrenaline coursed through my veins, urging me to move faster. I yanked the rope, my muscles straining with effort. "Please," I whispered desperately, "untie yourself for me, please." The rope finally came loose as if it heard me, b
Rena’s POV. Simultaneously, the thick black covering was pulled away. The sudden burst of light pierced my eyes, forcing me to squint."Wow! She's indeed a gem!""She's beautiful, I want her!"“Look at that lingerie, so sexy!” "A true masterpiece, worthy of the highest bidder," the auctioneer's voice cut through the murmurs, fueling the growing excitement.As my vision adjusted, I realized the room was crowded with men of all sizes and ages, eager to start bidding. And I was the object of their desire.I'd seen some of the men earlier, especially that ugly obese man. My heart chilled, fear gripping me like a vice. I didn't want to stay there, trapped like a helpless animal. I wanted to find a way out.I scanned my surroundings, desperately searching for any glimmer of hope, any chance of escape. But none came.The bidding began, voices rising in a frenzy of greed and lust. I stood vulnerable, barely wearing anything, and the cold air slapped my skin, making me shiver.Just then, th
Rena’s POV. Standing in the place that used to be my home, tears pricked the corners of my eyes. 17 years ago, a huge mansion sat on this huge plot of land, but now, it was barren, nothing but a vast expanse of empty space, overgrown with weeds and wildflowers. No semblance of the building could be found anywhere. A scene of me running around the compound with my cousins flashed in my mind. My grandmother sternly chastised my cousin brothers for not looking after me…they made my unforgettable memories. Memories of my childhood that was cut short. I stood there, my tears hidden behind my oversized dark shades and big floppy black hat, unaware of the time, until Micheal reminded me that we've spent three hours just standing there.I turned around, giving the piece of land a last glance before leaving. Bianca told me that this land has been claimed by the government, since none of my distant relatives wanted to be associated with us, for fear of meeting the same fate. In my mind, I'd
I quickly pulled back, but his strong arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me in. I gasped, feeling my body pressed against his, my heart racing with excitement. Demir's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze burning with intensity as he leaned in closer, his lips inches from mine. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my skin, sending shivers down my spine. "Your lips are tantalizing. I want to savor the taste," he whispered, his voice low and husky.Thrill coursed through me, as anticipation built in my stomach. Before he could do anything, I suddenly pulled him down by the collar and crashed my lips into his. Heaven! This feels so good! He smelt of tobacco, smoke, and something uniquely Demir, a scent that was both familiar and intoxicating. As our lips moved together, the world around us melted away. The kiss deepened into a passionate and all-consuming embrace. His tongue danced with mine, sending shivers down my spine as he explored my mouth with a hunger that left me breathle
The saleswoman's expression softened, and she nodded understandingly. "I think I have just the thing," she said, disappearing into the back of the store.She returned with a beautiful, handmade dress that looked like it belonged in a museum. The intricate embroidery and delicate patterns sparkled in the light, and I felt a lump form in my throat as I gazed at it. "This is stunning," I breathed, my eyes welling up with tears. The saleswoman smiled, her eyes shining with warmth. "It's a traditional Turkish design, passed down from generation to generation. I think it would be perfect for you, Miss Yaman." She helped me into the dress, and as I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, I felt like I was transported back to my childhood, surrounded by the love and warmth of my mother.My mom, Arat, just like her name, was pure, holy, and clean. Born to a Palestinian woman, and Turkish man. She was a quiet and peace-loving woman, who almost had no words, except a sweet smile, and her heart–
Rena's POVI was all smiles as I made dinner for him. It was my first time cooking for him, and I couldn't wait to hear his comment on how my food tasted. Bianca made sure my cooking skills were above average. She enrolled me in a culinary school when I was 16, and I spent two years learning the intricacies of fine dining. ‘The road to a man's heart is through his stomach. To win a man to your side, you must be feminine, a good cook, and a good partner in bed’, she'd said. Since I can't satisfy Demir, at least, I should be able to satisfy his stomach. I thought. Thank goodness he didn't commit any other women he's had relationships with to memory. He told me he's only ever had one woman once, which gives me the upper hand, because as his wife, he would definitely have me again. Not only that, the only reason he's not had me yet was because of my injury down there. I was elated as I sang along cooking. The kitchen was filled with the sweet sound of sizzling meat and my even sweet
Rena's POV. To hell with fighting for a marriage he didn't respect. As if it wasn't bad enough that a stray, a damn gorgeous one at that, came with his child. As if it wasn't bad enough that his dick had gone into countless women before me. As if it wasn't bad enough that he just sat there and did nothing. As if it wasn't bad enough that he stared at her with warmth in his eyes, he spoke with kindness to her! Why did he need my input if he already had Soni? Clearly, having more bastard children wouldn't sully his name, rather it would expand his Ferrante family and compete with his legitimate children in the future! Men! Do they never think about consequences when they shove their dicks into countless women?So what if it was in the past? So what if he used protection? Condoms break. Pills fail too! Nothing is 100% certain. Poor woman, she just wanted to be an escort to save her mother, yet, the almighty Kaan couldn't take his eyes off and hands off her, just like he couldn't st
Kaan’s POV. The restaurant had been emptied out by my men, when they felt something was amiss, so right now, it was just the three of us. She was carrying my child, she said. My gaze drifted to her slightly protruding tummy. Interesting how this lady showed up in front of me to make such claims. Have I met her before? Not sure. Do I know her? Absolutely not. But she does seem like someone I would let into my bed, that is, before I became a married man. I'm a traditional man, and I value commitment, so having other women I mess with outside, giving my wife troubles was something I frowned upon. So, what do I feel about this great news? Nothing. “So?” My plain and lazy response seemed to surprise Rena and the lady, who both lifted their heads to stare at me. But I wasn't phased at all. In fact, this lady has already chosen a one-way ticket to hell for this blunder she's made. Every woman I had one-night stands with were made to sign contracts that benefited us both. Whateve
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