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
"What are you doing?!” The lady looked startled, “I'm getting him ready for his bath.” My frown deepened, she didn't see anything wrong in what she just said. My gaze drifted to my savior's face. His lips were curled, he seemed to be enjoying this. “Oh, carry on.” I went to sit on a couch, pretending not to care, but the more I saw what was going on, the more my intestine burned. Why do I care that a maid was doing her job? No! I screamed internally when she started to unbuckle his belt. His gaze was still on me, this time, his brow was lifted. I gritted my teeth and remained sitting. But just as his trousers were about to be undone, I bolted up. “Leave, I'll finish the rest.”The maid was surprised, probably thinking what my status was to order her around but she didn't move from her spot, making my forehead crease. Would I be here, beside her boss if I were a random stray? Can't she think with her head? “You didn't seem to hear me. I said, take your claws off my man!” my wor
Rena’s POV. I woke up at dawn to find myself alone on the big bed. Remembering what happened last night, I didn't know if I should be angry. I waited and waited for him to come out of the bathroom but he didn't. And in the end, I fell asleep. Remembering we had somewhere to be today, I got down from bed to take my bath. Coming out shortly, I found him sitting on the couch. I froze, my eyes fixed on him as he stared blankly at me, his expression unreadable. He was dressed in a black shirt and black pants… he's never worn anything other than that. The passionate scene from last night crashed into me, and I felt my cheeks burning pink. "Good morning," I said, trying to sound casual, but my voice came out a little too soft than I intended. He didn't reply. Instead, he rose from his seat and walked up to me. My chest drummed harder with every step he took. “My morning isn't good, Rena.” My heart dropped. Was he hurt? Damn me! I didn't even check on him last night. He used
His words were like a key, unlocking a deep desire within me. I felt my body respond, my heart racing with anticipation. "I won't stop you, Zaddy," I whispered, my fingers dipping into his collar, feeling his skin. “But I don't want you feeling violated and used,” he informed and was about to pull away when I wrapped my arms around his waist, stopping him. “I won't feel that way, Zaddy. I consent to it. I'm clear headed.” I pressed. I didn't want him to leave me in this mess. Last night he left me frustrated and hungry until I managed to fall asleep. If he does it again, my whole day would be ruined. “But I don't want you feeling violated and used,” he informed and was about to pull away when I wrapped my arms around his waist, stopping him. “I won't feel that way, Zaddy. I consent to it. I'm clear headed.” I pressed. I didn't want him to leave me in this mess. Last night he left me frustrated and hungry until I managed to fall asleep. If he does it again, my whole day would b
Rena’s POV. I gasped, my eyes fixed on his retreating back, my mind reeling from the sudden display of dominance. The way he said "I'm your Zaddy, not your daddy" sent a shiver down my spine, leaving me breathless and wanting more. I stood there, frozen in place, as I watched him disappear through the door, my heart pounding in my chest.“I'll wait for you downstairs.” His deep voice drifted over, jolting me back to reality. “Wow,” I exhaled, “Rena, you're in for some serious shit.” I told myself and turned to start applying lotion, only to remember he swept everything to the floor. I sighed and began to pick them all up. They were all mine. Though I didn't know when he bought them, I was sure they were mine. Funny enough, they were Dior and Chanel brands, exactly for my skin type. I wondered how he knew my skin tone. Did he bring over a beautician while I was asleep? There were so many of them that I just stared speechlessly at everything for a while, until I felt some sticky s
Kaan’s POVSeeing her crying stirred a weird feeling inside me. I wanted to do everything for her, but I couldn't give her what she wanted. Soni was already going through enough punishment. The fight from last night, she was badly injured but that didn't make me change my mind regarding her task. She's repeatedly apologized, but I didn't soften up, because her apologies weren't enough to undo the damage she's done to the woman I wanted. I pulled her closer to comfort her, but she tried to pull away a moment after she melted into me. I knew she was angry at me again, and she must be thinking I let Soni get away with it. “Don't stress me, Rena. Behave,” I said and she looked up at me through those teary wide eyes, then she pouted. She looked cute, like a baby when she does that. It lifted the burden on my chest. Whatever wild thought runs through her mind sometimes? My phone rang. She wanted to pull away but I held her in place with one hand and answered the call with my free hand
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