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 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 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 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. 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
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
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
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
My eyes widened in shock as I spun back around to face Soni, my mind racing with questions. But before I could ask any of them, Soni grabbed my arm and pulled me towards her car. Opening the door, she pushed me in and bent over, opening the compartments in haste, “Don't open the door unless I say so.” Her stern voice suddenly rang as she pulled out two silver guns. “Are we under an attack?” my mind was racing with worst-case scenarios as I slid into the passenger seat, my heart pounding in my chest. Scenes from what happened in Turkey clouded my mind and I subconsciously gripped Soni's elbow. “Let's run.”She halted her movement and locked eyes with me, the corner of her lips raising ever so slightly, “I don't know how to run.” With that, she snatched her elbow from me and checked the guns. Seeing they were loaded, she cracked them and straightened her back. “Don't open the door no matter what,” she repeated before running towards the fleet of cars packed in the garage. I watched i
“You're being too reckless!!” I screamed over the roar of the engine, my voice hoarse from fear. Soni's laughter echoed through the air, a manic, exhilarated sound that sent shivers down my spine. She floored it, the Lamborghini surging forward like a bullet. I gripped the armrests for dear life, my knuckles white with tension. "Soni, stop! You're going to get us killed!" I screamed, but she just laughed, her eyes gleaming with a wild, unhinged light. The speedometer needle quivered at 150, 160, 170... and still Soni pushed the car, her foot heavy on the accelerator. I closed my eyes, praying that we'd make it out alive.Suddenly, Soni slammed on the brakes, and the car skidded to a stop. I gasped as I jerked forward with a shrill cry, my heart still thundering in my chest. “Woohoo! That was life!” Soni exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she turned to me with a grin. She was still revved up from the adrenaline rush, her cheeks flushed and her hair disheveled from the w
I flinched, my heart racing as we locked eyes. Soni's gaze held mine for what felt like an eternity, her expression unreadable. Then, I heard her cold voice. “Where are you coming from, Rena?” I swallowed hard, trying to compose myself as I met Soni's piercing gaze. "I went out to see–" "Someone?" Soni's eyes narrowed slightly, her expression skeptical. "Who do you know in this city?" Every step she took down the stairs brought her closer to me, her eyes never leaving mine. "We have a spy in the family and my hunch points at you, Rena.”My mind snapped and I forgot the fear I felt for her, “You've lost your damn mind for accusing me falsely, you bitch!” Silence consumed the air and my heart drummed against my ribcage. Before I knew what her profession was, I could say anything to her without fear, but now, knowing she could easily kill me before help came, made my toes curl with dread. I didn't want to die, not now that I'd seen Bianca, my greatest enemy that I must get rid of.
Luca shook his head, "I'm not asking you to demand anything from Kaan. There's already a plan in motion to get the olive business back from Kaan…”My eyes almost popped. Really, there was? And nobody thought I deserved to know? Wasn't the olive business mine? Hah! Of course, how could it be ‘mine’, when my family was murdered because of it, and one of the culprits was sitting right in front of me? My gaze lingered on Bianca, my fingers clenching my purse so hard that my knuckles turned white. It took all the forces of wisdom in my head to keep me from lunging at Bianca and demanding her head. I took a deep breath, my eyes glued on her bare neck, imagining my hands wrapping around it, but slowly I unclenched my fists and reined my thoughts in. Luca's voice broke the tension, his words dripping with sweetness."You see, Rena, we've been working behind the scenes to ensure that you get what's rightfully yours. And with Bianca's help, we can finally bring Kaan to his knees." Bianca's ey
Luca's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing as he searched for any sign of deception. But I held my ground, my expression unwavering. Bianca, on the other hand, looked like she had been punched in the gut. Her eyes were wide with shock, her face pale. She seemed to be struggling to process the fact that I already knew the truth about Kaan Ferrente, yet still remained with him. “If you knew, why are you still with him?” Her voice was barely above a whisper, but it was laced with a mix of confusion, concern, and accusation. I met her gaze, my expression still neutral, but a hint of steel creeping into my voice. "That's none of your business, Bianca," I said, my words clipped. "You lost the right to question my choices when you abandoned me." I paused, my eyes never leaving hers. "But I'll tell you this; I'm not as naive as I used to be. I know how to take care of myself, and I know how to play the game Kaan started. He killed my family, and I won't let him off, neither will I let you, Bia
Rena~“Where do you want to be touched?” I felt a rush of heat spread through my body at Demir's question. His eyes bored into my nakedness as I spread out in the half filled bathtub. I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice. "Everywhere," I stammered. Demir's gaze bore into mine, as if he could see right through me. He took a step closer, his body inches from mine. "Show me," he whispered. My hands roamed my body, one grabbing my breast and the other lowering down to my core.“How were you doing it earlier?” My fingers slid in and out, accompanied by the warm water, as I showed him what he wanted to see. “You were moaning.” I bit my lip seductively, unwilling to moan. If he wanted to hear me moan, he should make me. My thrusts grew faster watching him as I teased myself. “Aren't you tempted, Mr. Kaan?” I asked in a sultry voice. “I am,” she stepped into the bathtub and knelt beside me, his big palm covering mine as his finger slid in, meeting mine inside. I stared into his
Warning: R - 18Rena~My whole body ached. Demir had never treated my body like this before. Staring at the numerous hickeys, I swallowed as memories of last night flooded my mind. He tied my hands with his tie, my eyes blindfolded, and legs tied to the bed, leaving me completely at his mercy. A shiver ran down my spine as I remembered the way Demir's hands had roamed over my body, teasing and tantalizing me until I was begging and tearing up. The blindfold had heightened my senses, making every touch feel like a jolt of electricity. And the tie binding my wrists had added an extra layer of excitement, making me feel like I had no control over anything. I had never felt so alive, so desired, and so desperate to be drilled. And he didn't disappoint my expectations. The sex was so good that I cried tears of joy. And now, despite my aching body, I was craving him again. I bit my lips as my finger slid into my dripping core. A soft moan escaped my lips as my aroused clit tingled, sen
“Rena,” his fingers quivered as they brushed my cheek. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he shut his eyes for a while, then opened them again. “Don't pull that stunt next time. Take it out on me when you're mad. Talk to me when you're confused, sad, or frustrated…don't shut me out again, don't do that. It makes me wild and crazy.” Demir's breath shook as he tried hard to suppress the emotions he clearly couldn't control, “I don't know what to do when you shut me out - when you won't speak to me. It drives me insane." I wrapped my arms around Demir's neck, pulling him close as I sat up. He didn't resist, instead, he buried his face in the crook of my chest, his ragged breathing sending shivers down my spine. I held him tightly, trying to calm the storm that raged within him. "Shh…I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. I won't shut you out anymore. I'll listen to you henceforth, believe every word you say, and never doubt you ever again.” I whispered softly, hoping my assurance would calm hi
Rena’s POV. “So, what happened?” I was eager to know. My anger had long been forgotten. Even though I was overwhelmed by the stories, my questions needed to be answered. For two days, I'd almost gone crazy in this room. I was filled with anger at the same time, questions upon questions consumed me. That was why I opened the door for him. But who would have thought I would be hearing things I never imagined? Whether Luca lied or Demir was pulling a wool over my eyes, the truth would always have a way of presenting itself. “Her family were angry at her for ditching her betrothed for a mafia member, whose only religion was guns. But your aunt was stubborn and in love. When her family found out she was pregnant, they disowned her, and she came to live with her man.” He looked down at his hands. “These hands pulled his body out from an exploded car. These same hands also delivered their child before your aunt passed away.” He looked at me, as if understanding my thoughts, he continued