Rena’s POV. “Mom?” The house was quiet. Too quiet that I could hear my own ragged breath. “Bianca!” My voice cracked. I was hoping against hope that she would answer, that she would walk out of one of the rooms with a warm smile on her face. But deep down, I knew it was futile. She was dead and her body was stolen. I slowly walked into her room and stood before her bed, my blurry eyes scanning the place. My savior told me he'd find her for me. I believed he could, but why was I still acting so foolishly? My chest arched more when I saw the photo hanging on the wall. It was my graduation. She glowed with happiness as she hugged and kissed my cheek. I swallowed and strode mindlessly to the photo. I touched it, my trembling fingers tracing the outline of the side of her face. Memories of happy days flooded my mind. How we ran around this small apartment, the sound of her laughter, the smell of her cooking wafting from the kitchen, the way she'd sing silly songs while we danced a
Kaan’s POV. After she fell asleep, I laid there for a long time, listening to her gentle breathing and feeling her warmth against my side. I couldn't help but think about how fragile she seemed, how vulnerable. And yet, at the same time, she had a strength and resilience that I admired. I gently stroked her hair, feeling a sense of protectiveness wash over me. I would do anything to keep her safe, to make sure she never had to go through anything like this again. My phone rang and I got out of bed to take it. Standing at the balcony, watching the night city, I spoke, “Speak.”“Boss, we found the doctor.” “I'll be there shortly,” I ...replied and ended the call. I grabbed my shoes and slipped them on. As I turned to leave, my gaze lingered on Rena for a long while, unwilling to leave her alone. But I knew I had to go, to uncover the truth and make sure she was safe from harm. I could see there was more to this fiasco than met the eye. At the hospital, the doctor was said to have
Kaan’s POV. She was the number one assassin, Soni's rival, and childhood friend. She clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes. “Whatever, lazy bum.” “You–” Black Cat's face turned red. He hated it when she called him that. He wasn't literally lazy, but she claimed he's lazy in bed. Their banter was always fun to watch, but I wasn't here for that. “Wake him up,” I ordered. The tone of my voice was enough to tell them I wasn't here for the jokes. Black cat woke the doctor up, only for him to start kowtowing. “Please, forgive me, Mr. Kaan! Please forgive me for my transgressions!" The doctor's voice was trembling with fear as he begged for mercy, his forehead pressed to the floor. I watched him with a detached interest, my expression unreadable. Black Cat stood over him, his murderous eyes fixed intently on the doctor's prone form. Raven, meanwhile, leaned against one of her colleagues, a look of bored amusement on her face. "Please, Mr. Kaan," the doctor continued to beg, "I'll
Rena’s POV. I was shocked when he told me he killed Mark. Why would he do that? But on second thought, he wasn't a mad man. He wouldn't just kill him unless Mark did something wrong. I didn't know how right I was, but decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. “Did he do something wrong?” I asked, and he stared at me for a long time, as if he didn't expect me to react calmly to the news. “He called me a coward,” he replied. What?! That was the reason? He KILLED A HUMAN BEING BECAUSE THEY INSULTED HIM? Wow! And this man he killed so willfully was someone who was important to finding Bianca! I didn't know how to react. I was pissed. How could he? “He was important to finding my mom!” I said through gritted teeth. “I fished out what he knew.” He said and nonchalantly grabbed his phone to play me Mark's voice recording. After hearing that Bianca didn't have a relapse, but did that only so I'd go find my ex-boss, I felt betrayed and disappointed. Why does she always hurt me?
Rena’s POV. I bit my lip. “Wouldn't I be forcing myself on you if I did things against your will?” “Who said it's against my will?” His frown deepened. “Now, take what you want, and do what you want.”My heart skipped a beat. Was he saying I could take advantage of him without his permission? Does that mean he would do the same to me? Didn't he say he wouldn't have sex with me unless we're married…? But he didn't say I couldn't have sex with him before we're married… does that even make sense? I bit my lip. Roland always did that anyway. He entered me whenever he felt like it, until my body learned to adjust to his needs. I wasn't always pleased with that, and for a moment, I thought this man was different, especially after he's repeatedly respected the fact that we aren't married yet. “Stop overthinking, Rena. Overthinkers think shit most of the time.” He flicked my forehead lightly, accompanied by a click of his tongue. I winced slightly at the gentle flick. I searched his eyes
Rena’s POV. Sitting in a sleek black car, my gaze remained fixed on the marriage certificate in my hands. I couldn't believe it. This man had pulled me out of bed this morning, made me take a shower, and got me into a beautiful white dress and then dragged me to the courthouse, all without telling me what was going on. And now, I was staring at a marriage certificate with our names on it: Rena Yaman and Demir .K. Ferrente. Our official wedding was supposed to be tomorrow, why did he suddenly register our marriage today? Was it because of what happened last night? Thinking of the make out we did last night, my face flushed. Good thing he wasn't in the car with me, otherwise, I wouldn't have known what to do right now, though I was a bit annoyed that he suddenly had things to sort out after we registered our marriage. It was also good that he wasn't here. At least, I can do other things before he returns. With that in mind, I lifted my head and said to the driver, a black muscular
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. 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