All Chapters of Her CEO's Steel Heart: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

As Mercedes waited for Sedar's decision, she held her breath. She could hear Zeynep breathing behind her as the room was ruthlessly silent. She observed Sedar's jaw ticking, waiting for him to open his mouth and state their marital status.He sat there, trying to find a reason to stay married to her and he came up with nothing, zilch. Just like he had thought. The last time he remembered, he had no desire to marry. He still found it difficult to find a woman who could sate his sexual appetite and by the looks of the raven-haired beauty standing in front of him, he debated whether she could suppress any desire he obtained. As she stood before him, on quivering limbs, she looked too fragile to be an Ozturk, too fragile to be HIS wife. He didn't do fragile, nor did he like a woman who couldn't give two shits about her appearance. He was cringing hard on the inside, and couldn't believe her choice of attire. She wore a dress, with a long knitted cardigan with Timberl

"Hey, bud, you summoned me?" Ozgar walked into Sedar's room with a spring in his step. He'd been reflecting on the kiss he'd shared with Mercedes earlier this morning. The way he feels about her has surprised him; he suddenly feels stuck; should he fight his desire for her or succumb to her alluring innocence? "Would you mind telling me what the fuck this is all about?" He tosses his iPad at him, which is filled with images of him and Cedes engrossed in their kiss. Exhaling, he scratches the back of his neck. "I had no idea we were being watched." He scolds himself internally for not taking extra precautions. "Are we just going to ignore the fact that you've got your tongue down my wife's throat?" Sedar asks, surprised. He lets out a growl. Ozgar raises his head, a frown marring his otherwise flawless complexion. "You're ex-wife?" He corrected him. "I withdrew the case a few hours ago." He smirked. "What game are you pl

Sedar and Ozgar sat inside the Uber and observed Mercedes as she sat in her car, which was parked in her driveway as the Uber came to a halt. They both wondered what was going through her mind as she started banging her hands against her steering wheel before gaining back her composure and exiting her car. Ozgar felt bad for her; the look of shock on her face hit him like a tonne of bricks. All he could think of doing was walking over to her, yanking her car door open, and take her in his arms, apologising for not being warier of Sedar's actions. "Go to the hotel; I'll meet you there when I'm finished here," Sedar advised. "Do you really think now is the time to confront her? She looked as if she had seen a ghost." Ozgar mumbled. The prospect of him being alone with Mercedes did not sit well with him. Neither did the thought of her letting down her guard and allowing Sedar to reclaim his position as her husband. "Yes, I noticed that as

"At ease Soldier," Sedar told Ozgar as he took another swig of his beer.  He had no desire to go toe-to-toe with his best friend, whom he also considers to be his brother. Internally, he knows he can't be completely upset with him for falling in love with his wife. He was certain he had not done it on purpose, and he was not about to tell him, giving him an excuse to pursue her further. He did, however, have a sudden urge to send Ozgar back early so that he could stay and try to get to know Mercedes again, with the hope that it would jog his memory. Because they didn't divorce, he believes that the contract they had is still in effect today. All he needed to do was find the right words to say it to her. He had secretly hoped that she would have accepted the position so that he could gradually convince her that she was, in fact, still an Ozturk. "We need to get moving if we're going to make it to this meeting on time," he said, glancing at

Sedar entered the Manson Brothers' building. A location he's found himself returning to on a regular basis while in the country, as he's become quite good friends with the brothers, Dante, Mason and Nio. "Sedar, How are you doing, man?" Dante approaches him, shaking his hand. "I'm doing better, mate. You?" "Yeah, yeah... I'm fine. So, uh, what brings you by?" He extends an invitation for him to take a seat. "I'm attempting to reacquaint myself with my familiar surroundings in the hope that it will trigger a memory." He says as he takes a seat and unbuttons his suit jacket. "And here I thought you were dropping in because ya missed us," He says sarcastically. "Hayir, (Nah) your ugly face with your horrendous Kiwi accent drives me insane." He chuckles.  "You do know the Kiwi accent was rated the sexiest accent last year?" He looks at him with amusement.  "Evet, (yes) those people must have been tone-deaf, surely