Rena’s POV. "Rena, I'm only here to sympathize with you. I'm so sorry for the loss of your boyfriend. I hope that God will grant you a better man." She asked, her voice was laced with concern. I frowned, what was she talking about? What boyfriend? I was curious to know what she was talking about but didn't speak. "Ma'am, please step aside. Mrs. Ferrente needs to leave." My driver suddenly said, laying emphasis on my new title, as if to tell the woman I had no business with Roland anymore. The woman was surprised, everyone in the city knows that Roland wasn't a Ferrente but a Harrington. Before she started to ask stupid questions, I got into the car and my driver entered shortly and soon drove off. On our way to the hotel, I thought about what the woman said, I couldn't ignore it even if I wanted to. But I didn't believe that Roland was dead. Who would dare to kill the Harringtons’ only heir? Since the news came from that woman, it couldn't possibly be true. I told myself. “Ma’am
Kaan’s POV. I was in fact angry at her. I told her to wait for me at the hotel but she felt the need to disobey me and go off on her own. I couldn't shake the feeling that she was trying to test me, to see how far she could push me. I had rules, and I expected them to be followed. And Rena, my beautiful, stubborn wife, doesn't seem to understand that. I glanced over at her, watching as she bit her lip and looked up at me with those big, innocent eyes. My anger faltered for a moment, but I pushed it back, reminding myself that I couldn't let her get away with this kind of behavior.“I'm sorry,” she said, lowering her gaze. Her apology was like a punch to the gut. I hadn't expected her to surrender so easily. I looked at her, taking in the sight of her downcast eyes and the faint blush on her cheeks. Something about it stirred a protective instinct in me, and I felt my anger begin to dissipate. "Rena," I said, my voice softer than I intended. "Look at me.”She did, lifting her gaze.
Kaan’s POV. She suddenly dropped to her knees. “I wouldn't dare, dad. I didn't know you two were married.” Her voice was frantic and she trembled as she spoke, "I-I wasn't targeting you, Dad. I swear. I just...I couldn't bear the thought of her being happy with you, while I'm still grieving the man I loved." I leaned forward, my voice growing cold. "Soni, are you blaming your mother for that good-for-nothing’s death?” “She's not my mother, dad.” She lifted her head, she was crying, but I wasn't moved by her tears. She's disappointed me twice. Both times, she was after my wife's life. “I don't like her, dad. Please. I can't like her. I won't like her. Please, divorce her, dad.” Uncontrollable anger was surging inside me but I kept it in, staring at her blankly. One of my ways of disarming enemies was to regard them without emotions on my face. When her tearful eyes met my blank expression, Soni began to grow anxious. I knew she wanted me to react, even a tiny bit. It would give h
Kaan’s POV. Richard's words struck a chord, and for a moment, I felt a pang of nostalgia and affection for the little girl I had raised as my own. “She's no longer the little child I raised.” I said after a while, finally lifting my gaze from the documents. Walking towards the entrance, Richard fell in step behind me. “Why do you think so boss?” “She allowed a man's promises to enter her head and cloud her judgment. She's been making decisions based on emotions, rather than loyalty and duty." I stopped at the entrance, turning to face Richard. "That's not the Soni I raised. The child I knew would never have betrayed me like this." Richard flattened his lips. He had no idea that Soni had broken the family's rules and gone to engage in human trafficking with that good-for-nothing, but I wasn't about to sell my daughter out. Richard may be loyal, but every man has a weakness. I know that some people in the family covet the position I occupy. If they found out what Soni did, they w
Kaan’s POV. This territory was closer to mine, maybe I should truly consider snatching it. I don't want insects feasting on my good crops in the long run…moreover, I have the belief that someone in this territory lent the Kim gang a hand to lay siege on my property. Our cars pulled over at a resort, away from the bustling and chaotic streets of the city. Men in black suits lined along the way, looking intimidating and alert, but I wasn't intimidated by them. I went in with Richard, and Raven, who was inside of the cars behind us. Apparently, we were supposed to go in with two guards while the others stayed around the building. When I entered, the noisy atmosphere instantly died down. Indeed, that's how it should be. They should all be scared of me. I walked with confidence and purpose, with a cigar stick dangling between my lips. My hands were tucked into my pants. It seems I'm the last to arrive. They must have been waiting for years for my arrival, again. My lips curled. I li
Kaan’s POV. The Korean Mafia must think I have something that would benefit them more than it would benefit me, and they want that. I leaned back in my chair, steepling my fingers together as I regarded the spokesman. "I'm listening," I paused, “What exactly do they want in exchange for a... seat at their table?”“They only want you to return the territories to them, noth– ““Tsk. Tsk. Tsk,” I clicked my tongue, wiggling my index finger back and forth in disapproval. "You'd think they'd know better than to make such a simplistic proposal," I said sarcastically and continued. "I didn't take those territories just to hand them back for a… seat at their table.” The thought was simply laughable. Even though they gave me such an important position, they could still filter out what they didn't want me to know about their politics, businesses, and whatnot. They could even set me up, or treat me like a spy, so what's the point? I don't need the territories, nor do I need a seat amongst th
Rena's POV. My voice was low, just for her ears. She was stunned after hearing that, and I took a drag of my cigar and blew the smoke at her stunned face. Alessia took a step back, her face pale. The smoke from my cigar wafted around her, and for a moment, she seemed to be surrounded by a mist of uncertainty. Then, her expression changed, and a sly smile spread across her face. "A wedding, you say?" she repeated. "How...quaint. And who's the lucky bride?"“A beautiful woman. You're invited.” A smile subconsciously played on my lips when the thought of that crybaby crossed my mind. I should head home before she wakes up. But the meeting wasn't over, those fighting and cussing each other were being chastised by the ‘peacemakers’. I don't have the patience to listen to this nonsense.“Oh? Seems that's her only quality? I'm sure she's a lucky woman. But I know you'll be bored with her in no time. You have a certain...reputation, Kaan." She raised an eyebrow. "One that I'm not sure your
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
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
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