Kaan’s POV. Every time I saw her, she was always in one trouble or the other. Two years ago, on a business trip to the US, I saw her running across the street, wearing a black backpack. She almost got hit by my car. Frantically apologizing, she dashed into an alleyway. Such an insignificant incident shouldn't have meant anything to me, but for some reason, it did. Maybe it was the desperation in her eyes, or the way she seemed to be constantly looking over her shoulder. Whatever it was, it stuck with me, and I found myself wondering about her, long after our brief encounter. Who was she, and what kind of life was she living? And why did I care? For days, I couldn't get the thought of her out of my mind. She was a stunning beauty, just around twenty years old, Soni's age mate. But her beauty wasn't what captivated me. I'm not one to be swayed by pretty faces. I've seen my fair share of beautiful women, more beautiful than she could ever be. And I've never been one to get caug
Kaan’s POV. But when I thought she couldn't get herself into more trouble, I saw her a few moments later, caged with barely anything on. I felt a surge of possessiveness and anger, one that I'd never felt in a long time. My eyes narrowed, and my jaw clenched as I took in the sight of her, exposed and vulnerable. The urge to protect her, to claim her as my own, was overwhelming. I felt a growl rising up in my throat as I scanned the room, my gaze locking onto the men who were leering at her, bidding for her. Our eyes locked. Her gaze pleaded for me to save her, but I didn't. Instead, I sat there, my eyes locked on hers as I struggled to reconcile the conflicting emotions warring within me. Her plea for help hung in the air, a silent accusation that I was abandoning her to her fate. But I couldn't care less, or so I thought. I was a man bound by my own rules, my own code of conduct. And yet, as I looked into her eyes, I felt a crack in my armor. Annoyed, I left the hall, feelin
Kaan’s POV. But she didn't continue, embarrassed. Instead, she went for my belt, slowly taking it off. If she could dig a hole to disappear, she would. Her fingers trembled. She was cute, bashful, and innocent, which added to her allure. I couldn't help but toy with her, to push her boundaries and see how she would react. Her trembling fingers and downcast eyes only made me more intrigued, more determined to see just how far I could push her. She fixed her gaze on my face as she pulled my trousers down. My eyes narrowed slightly. I found myself hating to see her look away from my body. I wanted her to do to me what she was fantasizing, yet I didn't want to touch her. It was a strange, conflicting desire, one that I couldn't quite explain. “What's your name?” I found myself asking. “Rena,” she replied. Rena… the name sounded musical, lyrical, and it suited her perfectly. There was something delicate, something fragile about the way the syllables rolled off her tongu
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. 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