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 She's still on it? A deep-throated chuckle vibrated through my chest, “Petty,” I tapped her nose. My long years in darkness had honed my senses, allowing me to navigate the darkness with ease. "You're cute when you're angry," I teased further, my voice dripping with amusement.“I thought you said you'd send me away if I couldn't win your daughter over?” she suddenly asked. “I changed my mind.”“Why?”“I don't throw away women that I've slept with.”She gasped, “When did we…”“Didn't you tell Soni we had sex?” I smirked when she said nothing. Suddenly, her hand was on my chest. “Why do I feel you want it?” I added. She stiffened and I bit back a laugh. “Where is Soni's mother? Why didn't I see her?” I didn't answer her question, instead choosing to remain silent, my gaze fixed on some point in the darkness. "Go to sleep.” I caressed her hair and planted a soft kiss on her forehead. It wasn't long before she fell asleep, but just as I was about to join her, the curtai
Rena’s POV. I've never been so scared as I was tonight, in my entire life. My heart was racing, and my body felt like it was shaking apart. I couldn't believe what was happening. One minute we were safe in our room, and the next, tear gas was filling the air and we were jumping out the window. I thought for sure we were going to die. And now, I was standing here, alone and vulnerable, while he went off to face God-knows-what. I felt like I was going to throw up. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to hold myself together, and prayed that he would come back to me soon. The place I was standing was a good distance away from the building, but I could hear the chaos behind me. The loud gunshots, screaming, thick smell of blood…Just how many enemies infiltrated the place? I know he wasn't a normal person, sure, he was a leader in his world, but what title does he hold? I had so many questions racing through my mind, but one thing was certain: he was someone important to this fami
Rena’s POV. For three days, I wasn't allowed to leave the hotel room. Demir stayed with me for two days, but this morning, he left for business, however, he made sure to draw the curtains and leave a team of heavily armed men by the door - something I tend to forget. The event from three days ago was still very fresh in my mind. I could still hear the gunshot and see the bodies falling everywhere… The innocent passersby who died because of me… I couldn't get rid of the images of the shock on their faces. Curled up in bed, I wished I had the power to turn back the hands of time. I wished I could prevent those people from dying…what would their families be going through right now? It was all my fault. I should have stayed in the room and shouldn't have gone out that day… The sound of the door opening didn't get my attention, but when I felt a presence walking towards the bed, it triggered me, and the first thing I did was to lift whatever my hands could touch and hauled it at the p
Kaan’s POV. Hearing the report about what happened to my wife brought me nothing but laughter. A chaotic cackle with absolutely nothing amusing to the ears. It was villainous, malicious, and those around me knew they'd touched what they shouldn't have. The sheer intensity of my own fury surprised me, let alone those gang leaders sitting around the table with me. The guts of these people to take my woman as leverage to force me to sign a deal. My reaction startled everyone on the table, making them stare at me with wonder and a hint of fear. I could see the unease in their eyes, the uncertainty about how to react to my explosive laughter. I let the laughter die down and my expression turned cold and menacing. Leaning forward, my eyes scanned the room, locking onto each of the gang leaders in turn. "You think you can use my wife as leverage?" I asked, my voice low and deadly. "You think you can threaten me and get away with it?" The room fell silent, each giving the other a curi
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