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. 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
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