Kaan’s POV. I knew it. From the moment she stepped back into the private room, after going to the restroom for a couple of minutes, I knew something was wrong. She tried to conceal her expression but she couldn't hide it from me. I knew she was mad at me, but I had no idea why, until I saw that bastard, Luca. Whatever he told her to make her hate me to the extent of readying herself for death instead of confronting me with me, must have been Rena's bottomline. But what was that? It's been two days since then, and she still hasn't spoken to me. I'd tried every way possible to make her talk. I coaxed her, I grew mad, but whenever I was fierce, she would draw back into that scared shell and I really hated to see her looking so scared and vulnerable. I couldn't even remember how many times I'd knocked on her door today, but she wouldn't open up. It was locked. I didn't want to break the door open, but the maid said she hadn't eaten anything for two days. That was it. I'd had e
Rena’s POV. Lies… lies… and more lies!! “I didn't kill the Yaman family. Your family sought my protection.” I froze, my fists still clenched, as his words cut through the haze of my anger. What was he talking about? Protection? My family had never needed protection from anyone. We were a happy, normal family... until they were brutally taken from me. I took a step back, my eyes narrowing. "You're lying," I spat, my voice trembling with rage. "My family was innocent. They had nothing to do with your mafia world." Demir's expression remained calm, but I saw a flicker of something in his eyes. Guilt? Regret? I didn't care. I just wanted the truth, one I knew he wouldn't tell me. "Tell me what really happened," I demanded, my voice cracking with emotion. "Tell me why you killed my family.” I didn't know why I was expecting him to come clean, to tell me everything on his own accord, even though I knew he was a pathological liar. He closed his eyes for a while, then sighed as h
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
“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
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~“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
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
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
Pain. My mind registered an excruciating pain shooting through my entire body. An involuntary groan escaped my lips as I arched my back, my muscles tensing in response to the agony. Trying to open my eyes, the world around me blurred, fading into a dull haze as the pain consumed me. I felt like I was being torn apart from the inside out, my very cells screaming in protest. A faint, desperate thought echoed through my mind and my lips moved; “Make it stop...please, make it stop…” I mouthed, barely registering my own voice. “Boss, she's awake.” “She's finally awake? Why is she so slow? I've been waiting for hours. Help her hasten it." ‘Splash!’Cold, icy water hit me like a slap in the face, shocking me out of the haze. I gasped, my eyes flying open as I struggled against the chains binding me to the wall. The pain still lingered, but it was no longer the all-consuming force it had been moments before. I blinked rapidly, trying to clear the fog from my vision. A blurry figure st
Bianca's voice cut through the air, "Rena, you may leave now."I stared at her, bewildered. What did she mean? Was I being dismissed, cast aside like a used pawn, now that they'd gotten what they wanted?I narrowed my eyes, a spark of defiance igniting within me. "Why should I leave?" I retorted, my glare locked on Bianca's.But she held my gaze, her eyes flashing with a sharp, malicious glint, her expression a masterful blend of sweetness and venom. Oh, wow, she'd finally dropped the facade, I thought, a wry smile twisting my lips. Finally, the real Bianca had emerged from behind the mask of sweetness and innocence. "Don't force me to throw you out, Rena," Bianca's voice dripped with malice, her threat hanging over my head.My eyes flashed with anger as I turned to Luca, my gaze piercing. "So, I've been used?" I asked, my voice low and even, but laced with a hint of betrayal.Luca casually shrugged. "That's not exactly how I'd put it," he said, his tone neutral, but his eyes dartin
I had reservations about this plan from the start. A nagging feeling told me something was off, but I wouldn't uncover the truth by staying behind. Still, nothing could have prepared me for the shock that awaited me at the coffee shop. As I entered the VIP area, I was met with a room full of familiar faces - Luca, Bianca, Butler Marco, and Alessia, all gathered in one place. But it was Soni's presence that caught me most off guard. She lounged in her chair, exuding an air of nonchalant superiority, her arm draped lazily over the backrest as she gazed at me with a smirk. My eyes widened in shock, threatening to pop out of their sockets. Didn't Demir assure me that Soni would never betray him? A pang of sorrow struck my heart as I thought of my husband's unwavering trust in his daughter. He had confided in her, relied on her, and yet… "Welcome, Rena, we've been waiting for you," he said, his tone implying that I was a long-overdue guest at a party I never wanted to attend.
The meeting with Professor Orhan had left me reeling in shock and wonder. The scarf, it turned out, held a secret map, intricately sewn along its edges rather than prominently displayed in the center. At Demir's request, the professor carefully transcribed the map onto a piece of paper, which was then handed to me. As for the pendant which I originally thought was a family heirloom, was cracked open to reveal a folded paper, yellow with age and adorned with intricate shorthand writing. Much to my surprise. The professor translated the message, which not only hinted at the betrayal from Bianca's family, but also at my Yaman family's good relations with Kaan of the Ferrente family. The box holding the pendant also held its own secrets. After the first skin was peeled off, it revealed a letter written in shorthand. It was a message for me. My father had told me to seek out Kaan of the Ferrente family, and give him the scarf and pendant, claiming Kaan knew what to do. Now it dawned
When we got to the villa, I hurried into my room to look at the shemagh. Luca said there was a map on it. I found the knitted scarf among my designer scarves in my walk-in-closet. It hung oddly, looking different and out of place. Taking it out, I held it up to take a proper look at it. All I saw was a black and blue knitting in the middle. There was no map or any other visible markings that looked like a direction. I turned it over, studying it carefully, but there was nothing. Just as I was about to give up, I heard footsteps. It must be Demir's. With that, I took the scarf along as I walked back into the bedroom. The moment I stepped into the room, our eyes locked and he strode over and yanked me into a fight hug. “I heard what happened at the mall,” he said. I was stunned, “So soon? Was it Soni?” Who else would tell him if not Soni? It hasn't been long since we were attacked.“This is my territory, Little one.” He pulled away, staring into my eyes, “Soni doesn't need to tell
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